Is Wang Ce honest? Haha. Let’s vote for a tyrannical demon who is unconventional.

The night is deep.

Wang Ce's voice is in the night.[..com]

Ji Qianbai sat cross-legged, as if he was still as a mountain. The Emperor Crown God was shallow, and all kinds of emotions suddenly surged, hundreds of times more complicated. He lowered his head slightly, raised his head again and looked straight at the night, as if he wanted to see something from the black.

The man Saran, wearing a light blue robe without wind, adds the elegant temperament of the old handsome guy, and adds a little bit of bubbling violence.

The majestic Makino suddenly felt unrestrained, holding the hilt of the knife with heavy hands, without saying a word, but his spiritual will has already been pushed up.

Wu Qilin's husband looked at each other and smiled, each showing tenderness. The old couple held hands with each other, and a hint of love that made people enviously, mixed with a faint coldness.

The thorns quietly took a step back silently and leaned against the wall. Without attracting attention, the bonfire jumped slightly, and the light and shadow in the corner was bright and dark, and the thorns disappeared.

The Sword Saint was half lying down, wearing a white dress, pressing the sword, supporting his head with one hand, and stretching his five fingers gently, fingers like a sword.

The eight great martial emperors did not say a word, laughing, being solemn, or slapping, or sitting or lying down. However, they each made seemingly ordinary but not necessarily simple actions or reactions in just a moment.

At this time, silence is better than sound!

"You have never answered me, why did you kill the Human Emperor and the God of Martial Arts?"

Wang Ce's honest mo head: "I have heard a story. Once upon a time, there was a man named Huang Shang. He was a very talented martial arts man. In short, he was very powerful, but he offended many enemies. It was nothing more than a sect and aristocratic family."

"And then, one day, when Huang Shang was traveling outside, his enemies suddenly gathered together and killed all his relatives and friends. When Huang Shang returned home, he saw countless ruins and corpses."

"He wants to take revenge, but his cultivation level cannot defeat his enemies, and he is not as powerful as his enemies. So he decided to practice hard! Practice and practice, and finally one day, he found that he could defeat his enemies."

Wang Ce said with a smile. The voice in the dark night said, "So, has he succeeded or failed?"

Wang Ce smiled: "Huang Shang came out of seclusion and went to seek revenge from his enemies. However, he found that all his enemies had become a cup of loess."

Ji Qianbai and others were gradually attracted by this story, and the voice suddenly became a little surprised: "Die?"

"Die. All dead." Wang Ce said honestly: "Everyone is old and dead. Huang Shang is younger than them!"

"It makes sense. The old man can't live for young people, and time is the weapon of killing. However, the God of Martial Arts is the longest-lived person. Who is confident that he can live to win the God of Martial Arts?"

Wang Ce was calm: "Don't worry, there is still a story."

"You said, this is a very interesting story."

Wang Ce shook his head: "Is it interesting? It may not be. Huang Shang found that his enemy was old and dead, but his enemy had descendants and disciples of his inheritance, so he decided to kill all the disciples and descendants of his enemies."

"He succeeded. But among the descendants of the enemy, there happened to be one of them traveling outside and survived. The man was named Bai Shang. Bai Shang was in pain. He decided to take revenge, but he could not beat Huang Shang, so he decided to go into seclusion and practice!"

"Many years later, Bai Shang came out of seclusion to take revenge. But he found that Huang Shang was dead." Wang Ce sighed.

The voice said, "I'm dying of old age?"

Wang Ce nodded: "Yes, Huang Shang is dead. But Bai Shang found that Huang Shang has descendants and friends, so he decided to kill them all!"

"Then, among Huang Shang's descendants, some people survived? They decided to go to seclusion and practice. They were determined to take revenge? What's the point?" said the voice in the dark night.

"That's right." Wang Ce nodded again: "As for the meaning, we mortals should not pursue it. In short, after three or five generations, some people finally feel something is wrong. If this continues, it will be no good for everyone."

"So, the surname Huang and the surname Bai decided to negotiate. Otherwise, let go of their hatred, or do some rules, don't keep everyone dead."

The voice asked curiously: "Have you reached an agreement?"

"Of course, I can't agree on it. Who dares to let go of such a blood debt?" Wang Ce sighed for no reason: "So, the man surnamed Huang decided to kill everyone he saw."

"Oh, what's the reason?" the voice was surprised.

Wang Ce shrugged: "It's very simple. The surname Bai has relatives and friends, relatives and friends. There will always be people who survive and there will always be people who want to take revenge. It's better to kill all the people in the world, and no one will come to take revenge."

"Then what?"

"Then." Wang Ce sighed softly, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "No, then. All humans were killed, and there was no further information."

Ji Qianfa’s eight gods were different, and he silently chewed the story Wang Ce told. For some reason, there were always some special insights in his heart.

The voice was silent as well.

After a long time, the voice slowly said, "Since you are here, you might as well sit down."

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The words have not ended.

The lake, like a mirror, suddenly no wind automatically, slowly squeezing to both sides, the waves surging, and the momentum was extremely large. Gradually, a road winding down the bottom of the lake!

The lake water of hundreds of tons is crowded on both sides of this road, stacked into two water walls that are dozens of meters high. It is boiling and it seems to be about to pour down, which is daunting.

Ji Qianbai and Di Mian exchanged one eye, and Yu Guang glanced at Wang Ce. Di Mian was calm and took the lead in stepping down.

The sword saint followed each of them down one after another. Ji Qianbai stepped forward, his eyes swept over his disciple and nodded slightly.

Wang Ce remained silent. The moment Ji Qianbai and others stepped into it, the moment when they appeared in the shadow of Wang Ce like a ghost. He grabbed Wang Ce and turned into a flash of lightning to escape.

"Please!" The sound of metal and stone suddenly broke out.

This sound penetrated into the heart of Thorns, and I was shocked for a moment. I found that my spirit and will were shocked by this sound.

He couldn't get out of it. Wang Ce smiled bitterly in his heart, gave Jing Thorn a comforting hint and took the initiative to step into the passage. Ji Qianbai and others changed in an instant. Will the only spark also be destroyed together?

Ji Qianbai and others were about to take action, but Wang Ce walked down with a big strode and smiled brightly: "Master, this rabbit hole is big. Why not take a look together."

Ji Qianbai understood what he meant, hesitated a little, and sighed slightly. For the time being, he thought of fighting in advance, and walked silently to the bottom of the lake.

Wang Ce and his group of nine people went down, and the lake water kept spreading a road. When they arrived at the bottom of the lake, the silt gently separated, penetrated a road and went straight to the bottom.

After passing through the mud at the bottom of the lake, my eyes suddenly lit up. I actually came to a spacious underground cavity.

This is a very wide and large underground cavity, with some traces of artificial expansion around it. The cave is surrounded by moss, but when we come to the middle area, the humid air is swept away and becomes dry and comfortable.

In the center of the underground cave, a man sat cross-legged on a stone with his back to everyone. The thorns quietly gave Ji Qianbai a light look. He raised his eyes and aimed at the stone.

Ji Qianbai and others almost quickly discovered that the stone under the man's butt was actually half a foot hanging on the ground, like a miniature upside down mountain.

The sharp peak was facing downward, and at the point where the sharp point was pointed, there was a vague black light the size of a broad bean. With Ji Qianbai’s cultivation of eight people, and even Wang Ce, he could clearly feel that this bulge of black light the size of a broad bean contained an extraordinary and extremely powerful energy.

Everyone was secretly shocked, wondering what kind of energy the black light was, which could shrink into such a ball, which was terrifying.

The man has long hair on the ground, and although he is cross-legged, it makes people feel that this person has a slender figure. It has a unique demeanor that makes people impressed.

The light of the candle shines on the illumination beads and emits a particularly bright light. The illumination bead is a kind of thing that can emit soft lighting as long as there is light. Its name is a bit vulgar. It is extremely practical, but it is still a treasure.

However, there are no less than a hundred lighting beads embedded here. It is really luxurious and shocking.

The man in gray clothes said slowly, "People, please sit." He raised his hand and pointed, and there were some clean and large white jade around him, which happened to be able to sit.

Wang Ce's eyes quickly glanced at him for a week and coughed heavily: "Cough!" Liulu's curious and interesting god took the initiative to take the lead, looked at the white jade for a while, and sat there casually without caring!

Wang Ce was a cunning boy, and this was recognized by the eight people. Ji Qianbai and others moved their hearts, vaguely captured Wang Ce's intention, looked at each other, and sat cross-legged around the man.

A group of nine people sat cross-legged, forming an arc of half a corner, but none of them sat on the white jade.

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The stones under the seat slowly turned, and the man turned around, his long hair hanging down, faintly covering half of his face.

The man's face was pale, so white that it was almost glowing, and he felt like he hadn't seen the sun for thousands of years: "Your story is very interesting."

Wang Ce smiled and said, "It's not my story, it's the story I told. Don't confuse me."

"It's you, not you, but it's not important. The story is very interesting, it's enough." The man raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Wang Ce had the illusion that his skin and bones were exposed and he could see through them.

Today I am the substitute, and the master and the others are the starting players. Wang Ce smiled and said nothing, looking at the man with a smile, looking here and there, carefully observing, as if he wanted to completely engrave this hole in his mind.

The man moved his eyelids and slowly glanced at the other eight people: "Why do you come from?"

Di Mian said calmly: "You are the God of Martial Arts!"

The man smiled when he heard the voice: "My surname is Song, and the God of Martial Arts is just a level of cultivation in martial arts."

Wang Ce almost couldn't help but interrupt, and he held back. Di Mian couldn't laugh and said in a voice: "The three great martial gods of Gods. One was surnamed Gu, one was surnamed Lian, and the other was surnamed Song, Your Excellency..."

Di Mian was calm and his voice became cold: "I just want to ask for advice when I come here to relieve my heart."

Song Wushen was silent and did not answer this question. The stone under his butt turned to face Wang Ce: "Your story is really interesting!"
Chapter completed!