"There's no chance." Zhu An held the Nine Refining Blood Infant Pill and ruthlessly gave a negative answer.

"You and I are teachers and students, and the last thing I can do is to give you a little decency."

"Hehehe......" A sad and gloomy low laugh rang out.

King Changling's face was slightly red at first, then gradually became swollen red, and now his face was flushed, as if he was drunk.

When he looked up again, his eyes were also filled with bright red bloodshots, and he was staring at Zhu An.

"Sir, you know the students - I am most afraid of death, as long as I can live, I am not afraid of anything else, I dare to try anything."

"Even the possibility of the human emperor making a move, I have considered it."

"Now that the emperor hasn't come, then you, sir, will evaluate and see how the student's hand is prepared......"

King Changling raised his head, his face was like a red ghost, and his snow-white hair fluttered without wind.

Blood-colored fire, flowing from his two eye sockets, like a red viper spitting letters, dancing wantonly in the void, blazing.

The entire room was flooded with a bleak red light.

In the blazing fishy wind, King Changling stood up and tore open the scholarly robe that he had worn for an unknown number of years, revealing a severely deformed body, ribs piercing the skin, bending and stretching out, as if the hideous roots of a tree were wrapped around his chest.

"Sir, do you see?" His voice was hoarse and dull, as if he was struggling to suppress tyrannical impulses.

"I polished my body with demon pills, endured severe pain every day, and worked hard to get this power, all just to survive - why did you take it away?"

At the top of the quiet room, a large piece of the wall automatically opened, and hundreds of hollow copper pipes stretched out in unison.

Thick purple-black blood flowed out of the tube, merging into the steaming waves of crimson flames, making a crackling sound that made the flickering fire deeper and more eerie.

In the hand of King Changling, I don't know when there was an extra cyan short blade, and the cold light between the blades was like a little starlight, flickering endlessly.

The terrifying body that looked like a withered ghost walked in the blood and fire, slowly approaching Zhu'an, and the boundless ferocity was also overwhelming.

"My knife is unstoppable."

"Sir, it's too late to regret it now."

In the strange and piercing long whistle, there was a cold glow, like thunder shining through the blood-red sky.

At the same time, it also illuminates Zhu An's calm face and compassionate eyes.

"Why bother?"

King Changling's roar came to an abrupt end—

……

Squeak.

In the dimly lit quiet room, the windows suddenly opened, and the afterglow of the setting sun gently sprinkled with warmth, and the birds in the trees outside faintly came, light and pleasant.

King Changling sat on a chair, and Zhu An stood by the window.

The conflict didn't seem to have happened, as if the two had been just talking face-to-face.

The snow-white beard of King Changling, his lowered eyebrows swayed slightly in the evening breeze, and his face was wrinkled like ravines, hiding deep exhaustion in between.

He was wearing a brand-new scholarly robe, his face was full of loneliness, and he sighed:

"Emperor Realm, is it really that strong?"

"Unfortunately, I'm only one last step away."

Feeling the freshness of the evening breeze, Zhu An put the hat back on, and corrected when he heard the words:

"You're more than one step away, and when the refiner no longer trusts in his body, but pins his hopes on external objects, he will no longer be able to break through the limit."

"Your heart has become a bottleneck that limits your potential."

After that, he bent down and picked up the dusty bamboo slip from the corner of the bookshelf next to the wall, and merged it with the bamboo slip in his hand.

More than 500 years have passed, and the handwriting on the bamboo slips is still clear-

Self-cultivation, in the right heart.

King Changling looked at this bamboo slip that had eaten hundreds of years of ash in the corner, his expression was complicated, as if he was annoyed and helpless, "How do I know this?" ”

"It would have been nice if my husband hadn't left and had been teaching me all the time."

Zhu An shook his head, "Look, you're starting to count on me again." ”

King Changling was stunned, and subconsciously touched his thin cheeks, and was in a trance, as if he hadn't realized how ridiculous he was until today.

"yes, I was completely mistaken."

He shook his head in frustration, completely lost his heart, and looked at Zhu An by the window in a daze.

The young man wearing a hat seemed to have changed back into the middle-aged scholar in a robe in his eyes, with his back to the sunset outside the window, and a hazy and brilliant halo appeared around him, like a god.

King Changling lowered his head, looked at the identical robe on his body, his eyes moved slightly, and finally realized something.

In fact, my hope has always been pinned on my husband.

It's just that this "gentleman" is not a real person, but the glorious image in his memory, when he is in a desperate situation, he opens a door and waits for him to come up with a smile.

This has become a part of the state of mind, and it is the spiritual motivation that puts him on the path of the strong.

But when he grew stronger and prouder, he thought he didn't need Mr. anymore.

He turned back into the child trapped in the cellar, unable to open the door by his own strength, and his heart was dazed and desperate, and finally he could only choose to rely on the evil way.

"I see."

King Changling seemed to have figured out the most complicated problem in his life, and let out a long breath, finally relieved.

"I am fortunate to meet Mr. in this life."

"Fortunately, regret ......"

Zhu An had already walked to the door, paused when he heard the words, did not look back, but gently closed the door, and then strode away.

……

The moon sets and the sun rises, and a new day arrives.

In Changling City, firecrackers rang out, drums were noisy, people gathered together, played and shopped, ate flowing water feasts, and children cheered excitedly.

The old prince's six-hundred-year-old birthday has begun.

In a carriage parked outside the city, the King of Qingyang was still dressed in military uniform, sitting in a precarious position, with a solemn expression.

On the opposite side sat a middle-aged woman with a gentle temperament, her eyebrows slightly condensed, and she explained:

"There is no shortcut to snooping on memories, it can only be possessed by divine thoughts, to actively integrate into other people's memories, and the biggest risk is to lose yourself."

"I myself have only lived to be over eighty years old, and these Terran spies you gave are all forty or fifty years old."

"If you go through their memories one by one, instilling hundreds of years of life experience, and taking the lead, I'm afraid that in the end, I can't even tell who I am."

"If you change to other god refiners, you don't dare to snoop at will, unless—"

King Qingyang was listening with his ears pricked up, thinking that there was a play, and immediately asked:

"Unless what?"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, blinking her eyes, "Unless, you can find an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, and is also proficient in the way of refining gods, to help you do this." ”

"For this kind of old monster, snooping into the memories of human beings for decades is like having a dream, and it has no effect."

"It's not just snooping, it's easy to tamper with memories."

"Now, go find it." As she spoke, she lifted the curtain and pointed outside.

King Qingyang glared, "What do you mean?" ”

"Get out of the car." The woman said, of course, "I'm here to celebrate my birthday, and you're here to stir up trouble, so how dare I go into the city with you?" ”

King Qingyang snorted, jumped out of the car, and the majestic aura immediately enveloped him, holding him up to the sky, and quickly swept towards the palace.

There were quite a few cultivators nearby, who looked up and exclaimed:

"Who is so bold as to dare to fly around on the old prince's birthday?"

"Shhhh

"Oh, then I didn't see anything."

In front of everyone's eyes, King Qingyang flew to the gate of the Changling Palace, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Qingyang Ren Xuan, come to congratulate King Changling on his birthday!"

"Old prince, come out and talk about it."

There was an uproar below, and the housekeeper of the Song Mansion hurriedly opened the door and begged the King of Qingyang in the air to come in directly.

King Qingyang ignored them, still hanging in the air, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and the battle intent in his heart seemed to be boiling.

The more it doesn't come out, the more problematic it is.

Originally, it was just a question, but now it seems that it is not impossible to fight!

"Old prince, if something can't come out, then I'll go in and find you."

After waiting for a moment and not hearing a response, he sneered and decided to break into the inner courtyard of the palace.

At this moment, a long cry sounded in the sky:

"His Majesty the Human Emperor has arrived—"

The glow of the sun reflects the sky, there is a dragon in the sky, and the wind comes......