Monarch of Evernight: The storm is coming on 288

bsp;In the secret realm of the deep valley, the gurgling water beside the pool and the chess game are there.

The scenery is still beautiful, but the atmosphere is extremely solemn.

Beside the chess game, Duke Yun stood with his hands folded and remained silent. Prince Dingxuan hung in the air, slowly fell down after a moment, and finally responded.

As soon as this piece fell, the whole plate was filled with ink.

Without raising his head, he said slowly: "Is that correct?"

Gongguo Yun said: "If my old eyesight had not faded, Qianye would have been the king of heaven."

"Are you sure he is the king of heaven, not the king?"

Next to him, King Zhiji sighed: "Kong Kong's ability to judge people is not even as good as ours. If he says so, he can't be wrong."

"This is unreasonable!" King Dingxuan suddenly became furious, "Our human race is working hard to move forward. How many years will it take for a king to be born? How can a hybrid of different blood also be king!?"

He suddenly turned his head, stared at Duke Yun, and said coldly: "Since you said he was already the king of heaven, why didn't you try it out and come back after you were sure?"

A faint green energy flashed across Yun Guogong's face. He is also an important minister of the country, with the entire Kong family standing behind him. Above the court, even Emperor Hao must be polite. How many times have he been shouted at like this? Treating domestic slaves is nothing more than this.

But this is another world, not an empire. At this moment, you can only enter but not exit, waiting is like a dead end. Those who entered this deadlock came with the ambition to sacrifice their lives for the country. Anyway, neither the left nor the right can escape death, so there is no need to worry about how to act.

Dong Guo Yun immediately replied: "I don't dare."

King Dingxuan raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "What did you say? Don't you dare?!"

Before he could finish speaking, King Zhiji interrupted: "Shun Xuan, you are confused."

King Dingxuan's heart trembled, he slowly suppressed his rising anger, looked at King Zhiji, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you very much."

"Even if we have to sacrifice our body, we must always use it for the right purpose, to gain more for our human race. Getting angry at this time is harmful and useless." King Zhiji sighed and asked Yun Guo The Duke retreats.

After Yun Guogong walked out for a while, Fang sneered and said to himself: "What a great majesty! That person is under the Holy Peak. If he has such ability, why don't he hit him face to face? Humph, anyway, I am an old man I don’t intend to get out alive, so what’s there to be afraid of? I wonder how your descendants will survive in a hundred years!”

Although his voice was soft, everyone in the valley could hear clearly whoever was not at the pinnacle of cultivation.

King Dingxuan's face was ashen, and he was about to have a seizure, but he slowly sat down. After a moment, he raised his hands to King Zhiji and said: "If Shun Xuan and Qian Ye fight to the death, can the prince promise to protect my descendants when your Qilin grows up? I don't dare to ask for too much. Just use a blood vessel.”

King Zhiji had a strange look on his face, smiled bitterly, and said: "If Shun Xuan finds someone else to fight to the death, I can promise you this, but Qianye can't. Even if I promise, that little guy will grow up in the future. The promise will also be overturned."

"Why is this? Because he is half your descendant?" King Dingxuan was extremely surprised.

King Zhiji coughed repeatedly and said: "It has nothing to do with my descendants. Well... cough cough, it is not enough for outsiders."

King Dingxuan was puzzled, but he knew that there must be some secrets and could not reveal them. He then probed: "Now that Qianye has become the king of heaven, how should the empire get along with him? Is it possible to accept him?"

Zhiji King shook his head and sighed: "If there is no night pupil, it would be easier to say. Now that there is a night pupil, it is difficult to say."

"What should we do now?"

"Just wait and see what happens." Fatigue flashed across King Zhiji's face.

King Dingxuan was also unimaginable. He couldn't calm down for a moment and said angrily: "This despicable villain! He said back then that he could become the king of heaven in three years, but I didn't really believe it. If I had known this, it would be better to have a palm. Kill!"

The holy land is getting busier and busier at this time, and the Atoi tribe keeps arriving. Those who could arrive early were the elders, giant war gods and elite warriors of the Artois tribe. Once this group of people died in battle, Artois's inheritance would be broken, and the entire civilization might go backwards. The fragility and instability of primitive tribes are particularly obvious in Artois.

For three days, Qianye did only one thing, which was to teach the Artoi people to enrich and improve their writing, and at the same time, try his best to engrave the inherited knowledge on bone tablets or stone tablets that could be preserved for a long time. Much of the knowledge and inheritance of the Artoi people is stored in the mother tree, which is somewhat similar to the ancestral spirits of the werewolves.

In Qianye's opinion, this method is very unreliable. The mother trees are all connected to each other, but there is no means of isolation or protection. Once some infectious disease occurs, the mother tree may become extinct overnight. Wouldn't the Atoi people's heritage be gone by then?

Qianye is just trying to preserve as much of the Artois civilization as possible, although this may be of no use. In Andua's plan, Artois is a tool, a tool used to consume the powerful Eternal Night. At the same time, the Artoi people are naturally powerful, and they are blessed by the power of the entire world in this world. Therefore, Andua had a secret hand when he was guiding civilization, and directed the development of the Artoi people towards the astray path of the giant war god.

Otherwise, if they are given tens of thousands of years to develop naturally, a civilization as powerful as the Eternal Night Parliament may emerge.

This is not what Anduya wants. The Black Winged King never wants to be a savior. He just wants to be nice to his woman, that's all.

What Qianye did now was a kind of compensation. Because he knew that it wouldn't take long for the Artois in the entire Holy Land to disappear.

The Eternal Night Powerful should have appeared a long time ago, but until now there has been no movement.

The calmer it is, the more dangerous it is. The importance of the Holy Peak to Yongye is that we are determined to win it, and we shouldn't delay it for one more day. Why do we suddenly have such good patience now?

Qianye had a vague feeling that Yongye was planning something secretly.

Although he has become the new king, the growth of the original crystal has not been completely stable. Every day the battle is delayed, the battle situation will tilt one point for Qianye.

Qianye just watched quietly as the world became more and more fragile.

On the third day, Qianye suddenly remembered many things inexplicably.

From the beginning of Yongye Junkyard to being selected by Lin Xitang. In that man, Qianye felt warmth and home for the first time. Then came the underworld, the red scorpion, and was even bitten by the vampires, fell to the mortal world again, and lived in seclusion in Bianchui Town to wait for death. There, he met Nighteye.

What happened next was complicated. There were more and more brothers around me, and I gradually felt a sense of belonging. Even if it was the hatred for the crystal that year, after knowing that the rescue target was Zhao Ruoxi, the hatred in Qianye's chest disappeared.

It seems that what I have experienced are just small things. Even a big battle, such as the Battle of Heaven and Ghost, the Battle of Floating Land, the Adventure of the Maelstrom, and even the opening of the Gate to the World, are all composed of a series of small battles. Countless trivial things pile up together and become life.

How did Lin Xitang feel when he went to Fulu alone and broke the situation with his own life?

Is it the same as he is now, thinking about the past in his life?

Qianye's heart moved, his eyes slightly raised, and he said slowly: "Since you are here, why don't you show up?"

Suddenly the wind and clouds began to stir, as if the sky and the earth were about to change color.