At this moment, Zhao Kunteng, who also stepped into this place, was surrounded by one corridor after another, unlike Qin Zhang, what appeared in front of Zhao Kunteng was not an endless wilderness, but an endless palace corridor.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Kunteng let out a low roar and slammed his fist on the wall, looking at the scratch in the corner of the wall with an unwilling face. Zhao Kunteng is very familiar with that scratch, half an hour ago, he carved it by himself, how could he not recognize it!

"Damn, it's coming back again, and it's still over!"

Different from Qin Zhang's confusion, Zhao Kunteng has enough confidence in time, he knows the passage of time, and naturally he also knows how many circles he has circled and how much useless work he has done in the past twenty hours!

"It's hateful! This place is full of weirdness, it separates people, and I don't know how the bastard boy is now, don't encounter any danger!" Zhao Kunteng said to himself with a worried face.

Even though Qin Zhang showed his magic in front of him many times, Zhao Kunteng still believed in his heart that he was just a little kid in the Bone Forging Realm.

He didn't know that Qin Zhang had already stepped into the Faxiang, and now, he was even more in the cave.

"Hmph! If you are worried about others, it is better to care about your own situation. ”

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in his heart.

This voice brought Zhao Kunteng back to his senses.

"Is that you?"

Zhao Kunteng frowned, and the word "Chuan" wrinkled on his forehead: "Hmph, finally willing to show up?"

Hearing this, the owner of the voice was obviously annoyed.

Who wants to hide, if there is nothing to do, who wants to hide and hide sneakily?

The old monster gritted his teeth for a while: It's all that damn boy, why is his life so bitter, why is he so unlucky, he actually met the dead boy who killed a thousand knives again!

God knows, when Zhao Kunteng and Qin Zhang met, how much panic and helplessness arose in the heart of the old monster! How could he forget that Qin Zhang's finger poured into the darkness and attracted the stagnant water of the Yellow Spring, causing him to almost be shattered and the world annihilated!

"Run, run, run!"

This was his first reaction when he saw Qin Zhang, but, not to say that he was just a remnant soul, just to say that the current Jiufang Divine Pagoda no longer recognized him as the master, and wanted to escape, but he couldn't help himself, the old monster was forced to be detained here, and there was nowhere to escape, so he could only try his best to hide himself, so even if Zhao Kunteng called in every way, he didn't dare to leak a trace of breath.

"If it weren't for the fact that the ancestor had a secret technique and a great fortune, this life would not be there, it would be really hard to say!"

"Hey, what about you?"

Zhao Kunteng's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the contemplation of the Heavenly Remnant Old Monster.

A haze flashed from his eyes, and the old monster sat on top of the Nine Directions Pagoda, he stared at Zhao Kunteng's sea of knowledge for a long time, and then, his words suddenly became soft: "I know, you have always been curious about who I am?"

"Although I said it, you don't believe from the bottom of your heart that I'm a crippled old monster, do you? don't rush to argue, I'm just a remnant soul, and I can't hurt you. You wonder who I am, and you already have the answer in your heart. ”

Speaking of this, the voice of the Heavenly Remnant Old Monster suddenly became fierce: "Yes, I'm not! You already have the answer, you know that I am the instrument spirit of this Nine Directions Pagoda, right? You already know!"

"Ugh!"

The sudden change in the tone of the old monster caught Zhao Kunteng a little off guard.

"You have long believed that I am the soul of the Nine Directions Pagoda, so you don't say anything, you believe what I say on the surface, let me think that you believe that I am a crippled old monster, but behind the scenes, you secretly don't know what conspiracy you are thinking, planning tricks to prepare to deal with me!"

"I know, I know!" "The tone of the old monster turned sharply, full of sorrow: "This is fate, I have always known that for thousands of years since I was born, countless people have fought for me, and they have been trying to control me and control me all the time!"

"This is the life of the machine spirit, who called me a treasure. Who told me to be so weak that I couldn't even control my own destiny. No, don't speak, don't say you understand, don't say you sympathize, in the face of great power, all emotions seem pretentious. ”

"But what am I asking for? I am a machine spirit, a supreme spirit of spiritual treasure, and I will naturally accept my own life, be manipulated by others, and use it by others. But all I want is to be treated fairly and equally, is that too demanding?"

"Come on, come on, imprint your mark on my soul, and I will be controlled by you and become your slave! I know that this is the fate of the weak, a fate that fate has imposed on me, and even if I try my best, I can't reverse it, come on!"

The words of the old monster made Zhao Kunteng feel related.

Is it a fate that cannot be reversed, can only be accepted?

Fifty years of disaster, the blood of the clan is wiped out, and only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left with the helpless fate?

Why, do I, Zhao Kunteng, have to accept the tragic fate of having no father and no mother, have to endure a disaster for fifty years, have to be willing to kill only one by the neck, want to watch my elders die at the hands of others, I have to wander thousands of miles, and I can't return to my home?

No, I'm not reconciled!

"There is Lingyun Changzhi in the sky, but the fate is like this, bind the wings and vibrate the feathers, wait for the heavenly sword to fall, and the two pieces of residual blood will also be swayed in the sky, smearing the heaven and earth!" The old monster of the sky sang and groaned, and his words were full of endless sadness.

His words made Zhao Kunteng's heart feel cold, and he felt endless sourness welling up.

"Say it!"

Zhao Kunteng took a deep breath: "Say, what do you want, what do you want?"

"What?"

Hearing this, the old monster was stunned, and the expression of mixed flavors flashed on his face, he didn't seem to understand Zhao Kunteng's words, and his performance made Zhao Kunteng's heart settle. After a moment, the Heavenly Remnant Old Monster's eyes lit up, and he hesitated and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean, what do you mean?

"Really, really?" the old monster muttered unconsciously, but Zhao Kunteng didn't notice it, and under the cover of infinite sadness, a strange light flashed away in the corner of the old monster's eyes.

"Really?" The old monster took a deep breath, and his obscene and short figure suddenly became taller: "Since you can feel my pain, since you can feel my pain, then, I will make it clear, what the old man wants, but seeks equality." ”

A strange light appeared in the palm of the old monster, intertwined into a set of shuttle-like strange imprints: "This imprint represents the way of symbiosis of the Great Dao, you and I are imprinted in each other's souls, then you and I will live forever and treat each other equally, then"

The old monster closed his eyes, and for a long time, under Zhao Kunteng's curious gaze, he opened his eyes suddenly, as if he had made some major decision: "Then after this, I will be from Jiufang Weier!"

Nine directions!

Weier is from!

Zhao Kunteng clutched his chest and took a sharp breath.

The yellow-level spirit weapon itself has no spirit, so it is naturally the caster!

However, above the heavenly level, the utensils have spirits, since there are spirits, there is a barrier with you, such as two people, are two independent individuals, are two thoughts, how to unify, how to follow?

Some people spend their whole lives, and all they want is "Weier is from", tempering and forging the treasure of their life.

After the old monster spit out these words, his body shook, and behind him, there were no stars in the sky, there were heavens and the world, there were blue seas overturned, and mountains and rivers poured back; Zhao Kunteng saw auspicious clouds covering the sky, and countless huge bodies stood proudly in the universe, and saw the stars explode in the palm of his hand, and the strongest power emerged.

"Jiufang Pagoda, the way of Wuji, the avenue of three thousand, I am in charge of one of them, yes, the world has devoted their lives, just to see a leopard, and imprint the mark of this avenue, then the things of the nine directions are the things of you Zhao Kunten!"

Zhao Kunteng did not hesitate and responded loudly: "Okay!"

Good!

Since it was said that it was good!

It's you who say it!

The heavenly remnant roared, and the shuttle-like imprint rose sharply, wrapping it up and turning it into a streamer into Zhao Kunteng's soul.

"Okay! You personally agreed and approved it, so how could I disappoint you? How could I live up to your trust? hahaha~!"

Remnant Soul, a remnant soul accumulated for thousands of years, contains the purest soul power. Zhao Kunteng felt a chill in his eyebrows, and a thorough force violently integrated into his spirit, and he couldn't help but open his eyes and let out a long roar when he looked up to the sky!

This is it!

The square and small body, but waving the wide sleeves, looks a little funny.

"So many people?"

He looked at the dense crowd not far away and couldn't help but exclaim.

The South China Sea, with its turbulent blue waves, is much calmer than before. At this moment, the white clouds under the feet of the three elders of Wenbo spread out, occupying the southwest side, and above the white cloud magic weapon, dozens of young men in white robes stood proudly, among them, there were Qin Chu and Tang Xuan.

On the other side, the monkey was dressed in a hideous suit forged from gold and iron, and an iron claw clasped around his shoulder. Beside him, there were dozens of men in the same clothes, their faces grim, and the iron-clad men in front of them were looking at them.

Directly above the Silver Star Vortex, there sat a crimson throne, and the Fire Netherworld was unattainable in a phoenix robe, and she sat on the throne, and no one dared to look at her.

Around the whirlpool, there are still many people, all attracted by the vision.

"That is, the iron-blooded White Deer Cave, far away in the imperial capital, actually arrived before you and me?"

In the crowd, someone exclaimed.

"Hmph!" someone disdained: "It's good that you know the iron-blooded White Deer Cave, just a random magic weapon from other people, you and I will fight for a lifetime." ”

"Ahhh

Someone suddenly screamed, grabbing everyone's attention.

I saw that in the direction of the north, there was a woman and two elders coming slowly, and they stepped on the blue waves, like immortals. The Lan family has lived in the Qianyuan Imperial Capital for a long time, and even if they go out, they will not be too ostentatious. But they are very recognizable, no matter how they dress, the Lan family likes to leave blank on the chest, leave blank, and a few orchids wear oblique like a sword.