Chapter 483: How many years is one Kunnian? (6,000)

Partridge's facial expression changing technique really amazed Ron. The change from a serious and threatening face to a smiling, flattering and graceful face was completed in an instant. If Ron had not seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that a person's complexion could change so much in such a short time.

The lackey-like appearance even made Ron feel a strong urge in his heart. He wanted to ask the saint in front of him, where is your dignity? Where is your honor? Where is your glory as a saint? For thousands of years, countless people in the Dusk Continent worshiped Partridge as an idol. If these fanatical believers saw Partridge like this now, I wonder if their dreams would burst like soap bubbles? Of course, compared to Partridge's great face-changing skills, what shocked Ron more was the words that came out of Partridge's mouth.

Patrich did not want the communication between himself and the remains of the last Twilight King to be disturbed unnecessarily. He had considered all this a long time ago, so he arranged a defensive barrier in advance. However, a barrier is simply a transparent protective shield.

It will not hinder the propagation of light at all, so Ron can see everything happening inside the protective shield very clearly. The protective shield mainly blocks the infiltration of divine thoughts, the invasion of consciousness, the surge of magic power, and can block attacks from all external forces.

At the same time, it can also suppress the sound quite well and prevent the sound from spreading.

But Ron's strength is good, and he has been maintaining his dragon state. In the dragon state, Ron's physical strength will increase significantly, and his five senses will become extremely sharp. With his hearing greatly enhanced, even if there is an obstacle of the barrier, he can still feel slight sound fluctuations coming from it.

That is a Chinese sentence.

"Oh, dear Senior Zhou Yang, I am Wang Qi, the junior, here to visit you!"

God knows what kind of shock Ron felt deep in his heart when he heard these words. It was a shock like the collapse of heaven and earth.

In an instant, Ron felt his head was buzzing, and circles of ripples continued to spread in his brain, lasting for a long time.

All kinds of thoughts were surging in my mind, converging and finally turning into one question: Who the hell is Wang Qi?

Could this guy Patridge also be a time traveler? The strong shock deep in his heart even made Ron unable to think carefully for a while. After a long time, Ron finally calmed down a little bit. Just when he regained some normal thinking ability, Ron immediately shook his head and denied his previous speculation.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible, Patridge can't be a time traveler.

If Patridge was a time traveler, he couldn't be completely ignorant of the plot in the game. He would definitely be able to notice that Ron's fate had changed. With the sensitivity of a time traveler, this guy should have come to him a long time ago.

Even if there were some obstacles that prevented Patrick from going to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, they finally met here, and the two sides should have exchanged secret signals long ago... and would not be as cold and indifferent as they are now, or even vaguely hostile.

Secondly, what Partridge did was not like that of a time traveler.

If he was a time traveler, he would definitely be able to realize that Archibald was also a time traveler. Even if he didn't know it before, when Archibald placed the Chinese pinyin and Chinese characters in front of him, he should have been able to realize that something was wrong. The relationship between the two should not be so stiff.

There was no reason for Partridge to be so obsessed with killing Archibald.

In the end, although Patridge spoke in Chinese, I have to say that this guy's Chinese level is quite poor. The strong translation accent made Ron want to kick him in the ass with his boots.

It seems that his previous speculation was correct. Patridge only mastered Chinese because of Archibald's inheritance, and was able to communicate with the remains of the last Twilight King in Chinese, thus gaining the trust of the remains.

As for Wang Qi, it was probably just a name that this guy made up for himself after learning some secret.

After figuring this out, Ron finally felt a little relieved. He looked at Patrick across from him again. He was very curious about what this sage would do next.

Just after Patridge said that, the remains of the last Twilight King on the opposite side did not give any response, as if it was just a pure dead object.

However, both Ron and Patridge knew very well that there was consciousness in the remains of the last Twilight King and that communication was possible. Patridge was not in a hurry and was just waiting patiently.

He knew that although the remains of the last Twilight King had been sealed for eight thousand years, their wisdom should not be underestimated, and it was not easy to fool them.

With a flattering smile on his old face, Patridge waited quietly, but he couldn't help feeling proud in his heart. It was a coincidence that he had indeed tried to use the remains of the Last Twilight King to practice, but he also knew very well that the energy contained in the remains of the Last Twilight King was extremely violent, and he would die if he was not careful.

There are only a few who can succeed like Ashburn.

He would not gamble on such vague hope. He tried to impress the Last Twilight King with his words so that he would actively cooperate with him.

Patridge always thought that he actually had a pretty good eloquence. He thought that with his eloquent tongue, he would be able to convince the last Twilight King. But who would have thought that even though the last Twilight King only had one limb left, his personality was still very arrogant. No matter how hard he talked, the other party still ignored him and acted as if he was out of his league.

In order to impress the Last Twilight King, he made all the promises he could think of, including helping the Last Twilight King to gather his body, reshape his soul, and even promised that he could let the Last Twilight King take revenge in the future, but the other party still did not respond at all.

Even though Partridge was calm, he still couldn't help but get angry, and then he said: Fuck! But it was just this one word that made the limbs that had been silent all this time finally respond, asking him if he was also from Earth, and if he was from the same hometown?

What is the Earth? Fellow countryman? This must be the same.

Fortunately, this guy Patridge still had some wit, and he managed to fool the matter with ambiguity, successfully gaining the trust of the Last Twilight King, and then with the active cooperation of the consciousness of the remaining limbs, he successfully achieved the realm of destruction with the help of the Last Twilight King's energy.

By the way, he also extracted a lot of secrets from the last Twilight King.

The quiet wait did not last too long. The surface of the huge arm that was originally lying motionless and quietly on the altar and was entangled by chains suddenly began to emit a hazy mist.

It's like a light gray fog.

The gray fog was slowly creeping, gradually condensing into the shape of a head, as if it could be easily blown away by a gust of wind at any time.

This is the consciousness born from the left arm of the Last Twilight King.

The head was very large, and although it had been condensed as much as possible, it still looked like a small hill. It was gray and black in color, except for the eye sockets, which faintly emitted a dark red light.

The light fell on Partridge.

In an instant, Partridge's body tensed up.

Even though he could speak Chinese, had learned a lot of secrets from the other limb, and had a certain understanding of the so-called Earth, dealing with this left arm should not be a problem. However, Patrick still couldn't control his nervousness. After all, he knew very well what kind of existence he was facing.

That was a monster that, in its complete form, could easily wipe him out with just a glance. Even though it was only a stump now, he couldn't help but be afraid.

The dark red gaze continued for a long time.

Partridge felt the pressure on his body getting greater and greater. When he felt that he could no longer bear it, the head formed by the gray mist finally spoke slowly: "Your name is Wang Qi? Are you from the same hometown as us?"

The muffled sound echoed in the underground palace like thunder.

The sound penetrated the barrier and turned into sound waves, blowing Ron's long hair on his forehead. He grinned but didn't say much. He just watched Patridge's performance quietly, as if he was watching a clown.

Partridge did not notice the gaze from behind him. Perhaps even if he saw it, he would not care too much. The joy on his wrinkled old face became even stronger: "My dear brother, you are right. I am from the earth just like you."

“We are the dearest fellow countrymen.”

There was a wave on the head formed by the gray fog. It was obvious that Patridge's strange way of speaking made him feel a little confused.

But what Patridge spoke was genuine Chinese.

"My dear fellow, it's great to see you. I already know what happened to you. Believe me, after learning about your situation, I have been deeply saddened by your experience. I swear I will find a way to rescue you."

"Now I finally found your... well, body part, but this is a pretty good start for us, isn't it?"

The Last Twilight King was clearly not used to Patridge's strange way of speaking.

But Chinese gained his trust.

After all, apart from fellow villagers, who else can speak Chinese? The Last Twilight King even took the initiative to find an excuse for Patridge in his heart. After all, as a time traveler, he carried the memories of the original owner of his body. Judging from the age of this body, he should have lived in this world for a long time. Various speaking habits and the like are inevitably affected. It is normal for his accent to become a little weird.

Thinking back to when I first came into this world, it took me some time to change the way I spoke. It is not easy for this fellow to still remember Chinese and not completely forget it.

Gradually, the Last Dusk King put aside his doubts. The pressure released by the head formed by the gray fog was no longer as violent and fierce as before. His eyes even shifted to the chains in the air: "Brother, this may not be easy."

Partridge was a little proud. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow. If I wasn't sure enough, I wouldn't dare to show up here."

"Please wait a moment, I will let you out soon."

Taking a deep breath, Patridge took a step back, glanced at the chains in the air with his cloudy old eyes, sneered, and after a brief pause, he suddenly raised his right hand and cut at a chain in the air.

"Judgment!"

With a loud shout, a sharp blade appeared out of nowhere and slashed at the chain in the air at lightning speed.

Ron watched quietly from behind. This was a good opportunity to understand Patridge's strength.

And Patridge completely ignored Ron. In this Dusk Continent, besides Archibald, he was the only one who mastered the mysterious language. So what if Ron was listening to the whole thing?

Can he understand? He is not qualified.

This language is called the mysterious language by Patridge. In Patridge's eyes, it is a language that allows people to peek into all the truth. Although Ron has good strength, he is not qualified to master this language.

As for the chains in the sky, they might be a trouble to ordinary practitioners, even those of the same level, but to him, they were not worth mentioning.

laugh.

The sharp blade passed through the air at an incredibly fast speed.

It was a very strange scene. The sharp blade was like a knife, and the space in front was like a huge curtain. Where the blade tore through, the curtain was easily split in the middle, just like cloth cut by scissors.

In just a blink of an eye, the sharp blade was in front of the chain. Then, there was a click, a string of sparks exploded, and the chain set up by some mysterious existence broke almost immediately.

This scene made Ron's eyelids jump.

In Ron's eyes, Patridge might be a demigod, with combat power that surpassed the Twilight Continent and this era.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

His strength was already so strong that it was difficult for him to resist, but to cut the chains in mid-air was still not an easy task. After all, these chains and the Shackles of Heaven were likely to be of a higher level than the Shackles of Heaven.

Although the shackles of heaven are terrifying, they are, after all, an illusory existence, more like the evolution of some kind of power.

The chains in front of him were not just the evolution of some kind of power, but also had real entities. The nested chains were covered with densely packed spells. It was not difficult to find that these spells must have contained some kind of mysterious power.

According to Ron's calculations, even if Patrick had a way to cut these chains, he would have to pay a certain price. Who would have thought it would be so easy?

Even though Ron already regarded Patrick as a formidable master in his heart, this scene still made him tremble in his heart. He still underestimated this old man.

Not to mention Ron, even the consciousness in the remains of the last Twilight King made a slightly surprised sound.

These shackles were nothing to him in his prime. He could break dozens of them with a casual pull.

However, for other practitioners, these chains are the most terrifying cages in the world. He regarded the words of his fellow villager as a joke and did not hold much hope in his heart. In fact, Zhou Yang was already satisfied to be able to meet a fellow villager under such circumstances and to talk to him about his hometown.

But who could have thought that the man in front of him, who claimed to be Wang Qi's fellow villager, actually did it and cut a chain in one move.

This scene made Zhou Yang couldn't help but get excited, and he finally saw hope in his heart.

Eight thousand years.

Does anyone know how he managed to survive these eight thousand years?

His consciousness was sealed in his arm, his arm was suppressed in the coffin, entangled in the shackles of heaven, trapped on this small altar, unable to leave, unable to do anything, and no living being could communicate with him.

lonely.

Lonely.

This is the most terrible and cruel punishment in the world.

Even a strong man of Zhou Yang's level could not endure eight thousand years of loneliness.

Sometimes, Zhou Yang even hated his own strength. If it weren’t for his powerful strength and strong soul, he would have died long ago, right?

When you die, everything is over and you no longer have to endure the darkness that never seems to end.

He thought that he would have to continue in this torture forever... Perhaps, after tens of thousands of years, his soul and limbs would no longer be able to withstand the wear and tear of time and would disappear into thin air. However, that was too far away.

Deep in the broken consciousness, I couldn't help but throb.

The head that evolved from the gray fog let out heavy gasps, as if driven by pure instinct.

Patridge clearly felt the emotional fluctuations in the remaining consciousness of the Last Twilight King. He looked smug. As expected, he should not be much worse than the Last Twilight King. His power would even shock this existence that lived eight thousand years ago.

Cutting.

This is a law that Patridge mastered when he advanced to the realm of destruction. As the name suggests, the power of this law is to cut off matter. The rule stipulates that no matter what exists, as long as there is an existence, the judgment can cut it off, even the shackles of heaven are no exception.

Perhaps, it won't be long before I can catch up with the blasphemer... No, not catch up, but surpass him.

After surpassing the blasphemer, you can kill him.

This has been Partridge's goal for thousands of years and has never changed.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Another series of sharp blades spread out in all directions.

clang clang clang.

Dazzling sparks and piercing sounds continued to be heard. Under the Law of Judgment, the shackles of heaven were cut off one after another. After the last chain was destroyed, the arm of the Last Dusk King seemed to suddenly lose support and fell directly onto the altar.

Rumble.

All of a sudden, there was another violent roar in the underground palace.

Poor altar, it was unable to bear the weight of the Last Twilight King's arm and was smashed into pieces, with a deep dent left on the surface of the altar.

After doing all this, Patridge's face suddenly turned pale, and then a layer of slightly sickly red appeared. Releasing more than a dozen judgments in a row had consumed a lot of Patridge's energy. He exhaled, his face gradually returned to normal, and then he strode forward.

"My fellow countryman, would you like to leave here with me?" Patridge said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The Last Twilight King did not answer, but the gray mist that was originally floating in the air was all re-entered into the arm. Soon, the thick arm was seen gradually shrinking and turning into the shape of a normal human arm.

Ron had a strange look on his face. It seemed that this kid Zhou Yang had really mastered the method of changing his size at any time.

This guy finally got the chance to enjoy beautiful women... It was just a pity that he should not have mastered this secret technique for too long. It was estimated that not long after he mastered it, the destined disaster had already arrived. Even if he could change his size at will, he had no chance to enjoy it.

It's really pitiful.

Patridge's face showed ecstasy, he knew that he had gained the recognition of the Last Twilight King. His body shivered and he took a few deep breaths, then stepped forward again and hugged the left arm of the Last Twilight King in his arms. The next thing to do was to leave here and find a quieter and safer place to refine this arm, eliminate the remaining soul in the arm, and completely control this arm. While turning a strange thought in his heart, Patridge walked towards the outside of the barrier.

As he passed by Ron, he couldn't help but take another look at Ron: Should I kill this guy?

All in all, although it consumed a lot of strength to cut the chain on the left arm of the Last Twilight King, it was only one-third at most. The remaining energy should be more than enough to strangle Ron to death.

Although it can be said that following the footsteps of the blasphemers, Partridge has embarked on a path that goes against heaven, but in some aspects, Partridge is unusually in line with destiny.

That is... he also doesn't want there to be too many strong people in this world, especially those who can threaten him.

When Partridge's eyes fell on Ron, Ron felt as if the area his eyes passed through was pricked by a needle. Of course, he knew what Partridge was thinking. He pursed his lips and suddenly took a step forward. He raised the corners of his mouth and revealed an extremely strange smile on his face:

"Zhou Yang, ask this old man, how many years is one Kun year?"

Here is the first chapter of 6,000 words.

(End of this chapter)