Chaotic Heavenly Realm, the original site of Zhuxie City.

At first glance, the pond was suspended in the void, and an old man was sitting next to the pond, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, fishing.

The white sand is at the bottom, with colorful pebbles mixed in the middle, and a circle of white stones of different sizes are inlaid by the pond. This very abrupt pond suspended in the void is about a dozen acres in size. The spring water is extremely clear and the shimmering waves allow you to clearly see the fish in the pond.

Two fish, one black and one white, are also the only two fish in the pond.

The fish are about three feet long, one left and one right, hidden in two corners of the pond. There is a faint divine light in their eyes, as if they are peeping at each other's movements. No matter who can clearly sense the tense atmosphere between the two fish, they are waiting for the opportunity to kill each other and devour each other.

The two fish were just peeking at each other, and turned a blind eye to the red worm on the hook in the old man's hand, without any intention of biting the bait and hooking it.

The old man was not in a hurry, just sat quietly by the pond, waiting quietly.

After a while, a wisp of black smoke flew from the extremely distant chaotic sky. The black smoke circled the pond twice, and a figure walked out of the black smoke and sat quietly on a big rock beside the pond opposite the old man.

"Old Qinglian, is he really taking a disciple?" The man who walked out of the black smoke had a hazy face and couldn't see his appearance clearly. But his voice was particularly sharp and harsh, just like two iron awls. When he was talking, extremely thin cracks appeared on the water surface of the pond.

The old man said calmly: "The body of Wuxiang Qinglian is gone, which shows that he has taken in disciples. With his ability, the person who can kill him in three days... No. Except for him who actively passes Wuxiang Qinglian to others, who can steal Wuxiang Qinglian?"

He snorted coldly, and the old man whispered: "This is not the key, the key is... Old friends of Holy Spirit Heaven, what he did this time is a bit of a slap in the face!"

The man giggled: "Only you Supreme Heavenly people think so... We Daluo Tian have always been shameless. If you don't want any face, it doesn't matter if you slap the face."

Shaking his head and laughing a few times, the man said quietly, "Okay, I'm sending someone to inform us, Yun Tianxiang, what's the point?"

The old man finally put down the bamboo pole in his hand and put it on a big rock. He raised his head, looked at the man tepidly, and said calmly: "Think a way to defeat Canglingzhou... a creature from Canglingzhou cannot meet our needs. In recent years, there have been too many heavenly soldiers and generals that have been conceived by the divine nest and need too many souls."

The man laughed strangely, and he said quietly: "This kind of thing? We are not interested. This battle was initiated by you. We just took advantage of the murder of the old ghost of the Iron Ding to take advantage of the situation and robbery."

Shaking his head, the man sneered: "It is good to get a lot of money like robbery, but it doesn't matter if there is no gain. Anyway, it's a business without money, and you have fun and let the little kids from all walks of life see what the scene is like in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. This is a great benefit."

The strange laughed a few times, and the man's voice became very cold: "We Daluotian help you break Cangling Prefecture? Haha, you also saw the defense line set up by the Holy Spirit Heaven behind Cangling Prefecture. Several old friends were there to take charge... You Holy Spirit Heaven, aren't you crazy enough to go to war with them in full swing, right?"

The man pointed to the old man: "Are you thirteen great heavenly appearances used to enjoying the glory and wealth, and want to die three or five, and give your beautiful wife and concubines to the successor to enjoy?"

The old man's face was still motionless, and there was no strange look in his eyes. He still said calmly: "You are not curious. Is it a bit strange to have this so-called battle for destiny and send so many prides of the Holy Spirit Heaven to the battlefield?"

The old man frowned and said in a deep voice: "You monsters and ghosts are cruel and cruel. It's not surprising that you do such things. You always go crazy every once in a while. We are all used to it. We are all used to it. What are our spiritual races... Our spiritual races don't like chaos. We just follow the ancestral teachings, settle down and pursue the path to the highest."

Pointing to the direction of the Holy Spirit Heaven, the old man said calmly: "The human races in the Holy Spirit Heaven are different. Human races, you should know their origins. They are the powerful people of the ancient Immortal Heaven, and they are melted by extracting the best ethnic essences of billions of ethnic groups."

"They are treacherous, they are greedy, they are profit-oriented, they are useless... But because they are treacherous, greedy, profit-oriented, and they are useless... They have another saying, 'You can't get up early without profit'."

"This war shouldn't have evolved into the current situation."

The old man frowned and finally showed a hint of worry: "It shouldn't be like this... I sent so many of the best young people in the Holy Spirit Heaven to the battlefield, and it was a battlefield that was almost a desperate situation to be killed... But they made such strange restrictions, not allowing our tribe members who have exceeded one million years old to join the war."

The man crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and glanced at the old man coldly: "What are you worried about? What are you worried about?"

The old man nodded slowly: "Ignorance is the greatest horror... The Holy Spirit Heaven must be brewing some conspiracy, or they are preparing for a big move. Do you think, if they choose the so-called son of destiny, what will they do next?"

The man was silent for a long time, and he said quietly: "Isn't that simple? Isn't it just like killing all the sons of destiny and killing them all?"

The old man whispered: "Since he is the son of destiny? Can he kill it?"

The man smiled proudly: "The destiny... Who is the one who is famous and has a surname and dominant person in Daluotian? How could there be someone in this world who can't be killed?"

The old man smiled, and he clapped gently and said, "So, you see, we send someone to ask you to discuss things. Isn't this a tacit understanding? No matter what the Holy Spirit Heaven has plans, these so-called sons of destiny must be killed. Especially the most outstanding group of people in it..."

The old man pulled his finger and slowly counted a long list of names, including "Gongyang Sanxiu", "Aoba", "You Wu Wudi", etc. Finally, the old man slowly said the name "Qinglian Holy Lord".

The man suddenly laughed: "Hey, so you want us to join forces and find a way to get rid of them? No, we won't do it without any benefit."

The old man nodded quickly and smiled, "There are benefits, and of course, there are benefits..."

The old man's eyes flashed with his soul and directly sent his voice to the man.
Chapter completed!