My Disciples Are All Villains - 1580. Chapter 1558 A Deadly Game (2-3)

Qisheng naturally knew that these reasons were not enough.

There is always a smile and self-confidence in the eyes.

The Great Wizard God, who has lived for a hundred thousand years and has experience and insight that is hard for ordinary people, can’t see his depth.

Qisheng said:

“If these reasons are not enough, then the younger generation will say a few more.”

The Great Wizard God Wuzu said coldly: “I want to see what flowers you can tell. Before that, I have to tell you an unfortunate news.”

“Senior speak first.” Qisheng said.

“No matter what you say…Today, you have to die.” Wuzu said.

He thought he could see surprise and fear in Qisheng’s eyes, but what he didn’t expect was that Qisheng was still very calm and calm.

Qisheng nodded.

Wuzu said: “You can talk.”

Seven Lives:

“The predecessors of Wuzu were born in the ancient times and have traversed countless years… They are practitioners and the only great witch god in Taixu. Only Wuzu can reach the supreme realm of witchcraft. Unfortunately, witchcraft is also subject to control. Shackled by heaven and earth, and lifespan is limited. If I am right, senior…the distance is limited, there is not much time, right?”

There was a burst of light in Wuzu’s eyes, and he looked at the young man in front of him strangely.

This matter has always been a major sticking point in his heart. It is also the biggest obstacle he has faced since practicing witchcraft.

It is a problem faced by all practitioners in the world.

Compared with other practitioners, Wuzu had to face the limit in advance.

Some people hate eternal life…immortality makes life boring, repeating, boring, and most easily paralyzed. Some people like eternal life and can live for a long time and enjoy the power and status of the world.

Uzu belongs to the latter.

Most people are reluctant to face death.

“How do you know?” Wuzu asked.

“Those who are interested, just do a little calculation.”

Qi Sheng continued, “So, you planned the death event in the Eastern Rift Valley one hundred thousand years ago, and drew a lot of life force with the witchcraft Zhoutian formation.”

Wuzu frowned and his expression became serious.

Qisheng said:

“After 100,000 years, you have successively planned various plans, including the Nine Lotus World’Human Cleansing Plan’, and helped the Nine Lotus practitioners carry out the so-called’Tai Xu Plan’, and you are high above, standing in the stands and watching. How did this group of ants die…”

That’s it.

Wuzu raised his five fingers and said in a deep voice: “Nonsense!!”

Seven Lives:

“Senior Wuzu, why not wait for me to finish, you will kill me anyway.”

“Speak!” Wuzu said solemnly.

“I reiterate what I said before-I only state objective facts and do not accept any rebuttal or criticism. You know whether it is or not.”

Qi Sheng’s attitude made Wuzu intolerable – it was an impulse and anger that he could not immediately slap him to death. Over 100,000 years, he has already learned how to contain this emotion.

Wuzu must understand the attitude and meaning of the temple, so he said: “Continue.”

“You have planned so many plans, with only one purpose…to raise the realm, break the shackles, and even try to get eternal life. Unfortunately… all ended in failure.”

“It may be that you are unwilling, and you want to seize the seeds of Taixu. So you went to Dunkang and planned the Dunkang fission event. This is the first time that Dunkang Tianqi had an accident. Do you know that this incident touched the temple? The bottom line? You were forced to give up fighting for the Taixu Seed to clear your suspicion. The cause and effect of this incident in the temple are all attributed to the ten-star link… But you don’t understand stargazing at all.”

“Today, one hundred thousand years later, you still did not give up the idea of immortality. You originally planned to wait thirty thousand years, but unfortunately the deadline is approaching. You can’t wait for the next batch of Taixu seeds to mature. The owner of the virtual seed.”

“You send people to roam around and get in touch with Baidi, Qingdi, Chidi…”

“By the way, Mu Yunxiao, known as the first beauty of Yangmeng in 40,000 years, is not the type I like, so I killed her.”

“…”

When I heard this.

An unbelievable look burst into Wuzu’s eyes.

He felt more and more the mysterious and unpredictable of the person in front of him…

It’s like facing a non-human being.

This feeling is very bad.

A hundred thousand years old ginger is not as good as a young man with a newborn calf?

His heart started beating, beating faster, bang, bang… the rhythm was getting faster and faster.

“After a rigorous screening, you initially set your target on Ci Yuan’er, the owner of the Taixu Seed under the Great Emperor of the Last Chapter. Unfortunately, Ci Yuan’er is too talented to make the last chapter happy. Yang Meng knows the last chapter. She will definitely not let Ci Yuan’er leave, so she retreats and chooses conch as her next goal.”

“The refining of Taixu seeds is very complicated. Normal practitioners can’t do it at all. It needs to use the refining sacred cauldron to absorb the element.”

Qisheng took out a book and threw it to the front, “This is the process and operation method that the juniors wrote down when they were bored.”

Wuzu’s eyes fell on the book.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

“Does Senior Wuzu feel familiar?”

Qisheng said with a hand, “This incident still touched the bottom line of the temple.”

His tone sank, and his tone became a little indifferent, “And… the bottom line of Tu Weidian.”

“So… you have to die to thank the world.”

“Are these reasons enough?” Qisheng finished speaking.

Wuzu’s performance did not exceed Qisheng’s expectations.

He was calm and even smiled.

Can’t help but raise his hands and applaud.

He did not refute or make any excuses, but sincerely praised: “You are a talent.”

“Thanks.”

“Unfortunately, in this world, most wise people live soon.” Wuzu said, “I don’t care what means you use to find these, you have to understand one thing-the temple can’t be killed, you will die here. ”

“This is yours, a mortal situation.” Wuzu said, “The reasons you said… are still not enough.”

Not enough for him to accept his fate.

Qisheng said lightly:

“Since the reason is not enough, then fist together.”

Two fingers made a mistake and snapped his fingers.

“Senior Wuzu, cherish this last time.”

Qi Sheng turned around and walked outside.

Just when I was about to walk to the door.

Wuzu raised his hand with an indifferent expression on his forehead: “Dead—”

A big black hand rushed towards Qisheng’s back.

At the moment of the moment, a golden Buddha Dharma body appeared on the back of Qisheng, blocking the big black hand.

On the top of the golden Buddha Dharma body, a bald-headed practitioner smiled lazily: “You can really talk nonsense. I’m so anxious to death, you can finally make a move.”

“Drunk Zen?”

Buzz – buzz –

In other positions of the dojo, a Dharma body appeared one after another.

Wuzu understood, and said: “The four supreme temples? Ha ha… Mingxin, Mingxin, you really look down on me.”

“Uzu, you’d better not resist. For the sake of misfortune, for your poor offspring.” Drunk Zen drank a glass of wine, slapped his hands sternly, “put down the butcher knife and stand on the ground to become a Buddha, Amitabha…”

Wuzu said in a deep voice: “The Devil God was too empty in the past and shocked the world. Today, Wuzu occupies the four most supreme ones. It is not yet known who will die!”

His expression is extremely confident.

The black mist on his body turned into a long dragon.

“The devil can still fight, and you…not worthy!!”

The four supreme beings appeared in the dojo.

Above the dojo, a golden light appeared, and the golden light fell like a balance, suppressing all directions.

Wuzu trembled: “Justice balance!?”

…

There are no gorgeous battles, and there are no shocking fighting scenes.

Only Guanghua soared to the sky, illuminating Yangmeng.

The seven lives floating in the sky looked at the Yangmeng Hall with emotion.

The beam of light seemed to have broken open the sky, and its strength was unknown, and it flooded the Yangmeng Hall.

The cultivators all raised their heads and watched the miracle.

Qisheng looked at the beam of light for a long time, and then said indifferently: “The blame is on your own.”

A person of his age appeared next to him, and he bowed and said, “Aren’t you afraid that Wuzu will suddenly be ruthless on you?”

“He can’t kill me.” Qi Sheng said.

“Oh.”

A quarter of an hour later.

Under the suppression of the four supreme and justice scales, the beam of light dissipated.

The witch god of the generation of Jianmeng fell.

Silently.

…

Half a day later, Xuan Hyun.

In the Xuanjia Palace.

Everyone in Motian Pavilion bowed to Xiao Yuan’er and Conch.

Little Yuan’er and Conch kept greeting everyone.

The scene is very lively.

Emperor Xuanhong looked at the people and sighed: “Unexpectedly, the life of this girl is so tortuous. Fortunately, Pavilion Master Lu will take it in, otherwise…”

Lu Zhou said:

“Fate is like this.”

“God’s will trick people.”

Emperor Xuanhong said in a puzzled manner, “Why didn’t you kill that Wuxing?”

Lu Zhou said: “There are some things that don’t need to be done by the old man himself. If you still have a conscience in the last chapter, you know what to do.”

“It makes sense.”

Emperor Xuanyi was worried about the authenticity, “If the temple is biased, what will Pavilion Master Lu plan to do?”

“The old man has never put Yang Meng in his eyes. It was like this one hundred thousand years ago, and it will be the same one hundred thousand years later.” Lu Zhou said lightly.

Nowadays, in Yangmeng, only Wuzu can be regarded as an opponent, and the others are not.

He was severely injured by the Demon God 100,000 years ago, and it has long since declined.

While they were chatting, a cultivator hurried over and said, “Emperor, the big thing is not good.”

“speak.”

“Zhanmeng Great Sorcerer God, Wuzu…returned to heaven,” the cultivator said.

“what?!”

Emperor Xuanyi said in surprise.

“Wuzu is dead!” The cultivator said in a more straightforward way.

“When did it happen!?” Monarch Xuan Hong asked.

“Just three hours ago.”

“What the hell is going on? Tell me everything you know.” Emperor Xuanhong asked.

“It is said that it was the sin that was committed by the temple. Uzu killed a lot of sins, slaughtered countless creatures, planned the death of the Taixu Eastern Rift Valley, and planned a human cleanup plan… vainly attempting to break the shackles by using the law against the sky. The temple also released a message saying that , Wuzu is the same as the Demon God, everyone gets it and punishes him!”

“…”

Emperor Xuanhong was surprised when he heard the words in front of him. The last sentence immediately showed embarrassment and said, “Nonsense, Wuzu is Wuzu, how can it be compared to the devil god.”

The practitioner was also dumbfounded.

Lu Zhou said strangely: “How could the temple suddenly attack Wuzu?”

“This subordinate doesn’t know. It is said that the temple has sent a large number of people to control Yang Meng up and down. The head of Wuzu was hung at the top of the Yang Meng hall to emulate you.”

Emperor Xuanhong sighed:

“It’s too easy for the temple to take people. It’s just, why didn’t you use your hands before, and now you’re in trouble?”

Many questions do not understand.

Lu Zhou said, “Who won Wuzu?”

“I only heard that the four great princes of the temple were dispatched together…no one saw it with their own eyes.”

“Yo.” Emperor Xuanhong exclaimed, “Wuzu is only the cultivation base of the emperor, and it is really amazing to allow four supreme to shoot at the same time.”

Lu Zhou said:

“After all, he is a witch god with many mysterious and unpredictable methods.”

“indeed.”

Emperor Xuanhong said, “It doesn’t matter if you die, it can be regarded as an explanation to the girl of Conch. It is really a reincarnation in heaven, and retribution is unhappy.”

The voice just fell.

Dao Sheng Li Chun flew over from outside.

“Qi, the emperor, there is news from the last chapter that the emperor has already set off, and within a month, he will arrive at Xuanyu.” Li Chun said.

Emperor Xuanhong frowned and said: “Tell them, don’t waste your efforts, and I won’t accept it. You will come in vain.”

Li Chun said:

“It’s not good to keep the last chapter out, isn’t it?”

Emperor Xuanhong said: “He still has a face? Let him fly, fly slowly… If anyone opens the channel privately, this emperor will not be merciless.”

“Yes.”

Emperor Xuanhong turned his head to look at Lu Zhou, and said, “Does this make Pavilion Master Lu still satisfied?”

Lu Zhou nodded, and beckoned to the conch.

Conch walked over and leaned slightly: “Master.”

“Don’t you regret it?” Lu Zhou asked.

Conch replied firmly: “Never regret it.”

It’s been a hundred years.

No one knows what she is thinking better than her.

Lu Zhou nodded and said, “I respect your decision as a teacher.”

“Thank you, Master!”