Chapter 484: Kun, what unit is it? (10,000)

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

Just as Partridge passed by Ron, wondering whether to kill him, Ron's voice sounded at the right time and floated into Partridge's ears. When he first heard this, Partridge couldn't even react at once. He was stunned for a moment, his face was dull, and after several seconds, his expression suddenly changed.

He could tell that what came out of Ron's mouth was... mysterious words.

Buzz.

Ron's voice was not loud, but Partridge could clearly feel that the voice was buzzing in his mind, lingering for a long time.

A big question completely occupied Partridge's mind at this moment. Ron, where did this guy learn the secret language from? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

The mysterious language was passed down to him by Archibald, how could Ron possibly master it?

Could it be that this damn bastard was the successor chosen by Archibald later?

hateful.

In an instant, Partridge's face became extremely fierce, and his wrinkled face was twisted together. He felt a strong sense of betrayal. Archibald, that damn bastard, clearly already had himself to pass on the secret language, so why did he look for other successors? Why? What made Partridge even more unacceptable was that this damn bastard's mastery of the secret language was even better than his own. He spoke a sentence without any hesitation, naturally and smoothly.

Could it be that Archibald had always kept Ron by his side and taught him personally? Otherwise, how could he have mastered it so well?

Also, Zhou Yang...

Isn't this the name of the last Twilight King?

He only knew this name through communicating with the residual soul of the last Twilight King. How did that bastard Archibald know it from?

For a moment, jealousy, doubt, anger, murderous intent, all kinds of thoughts kept growing in Patridge's mind, making the sage's brain a chaos. Patridge could feel more clearly that the arm that was originally held in his arms suddenly stiffened after hearing these words.

Gradually.

The murderous intent took over.

Unprecedented regret filled Patridge's mind. If he had known this would happen, he should have gotten rid of this little bastard earlier.

Faced with Patrick's murderous intent, Ron didn't take it seriously.

He just took a step back leisurely, took out the holy relic, the body of Alexius, in his left hand, and took out the Eye of the Dragon God in his right hand. There was even a hint of sneer on his face as he quietly stared at Patrich, and even at the arm in Patrich's arms.

That provocative look made Partridge unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly roared: "Boy, you are looking for death."

With a loud shout, his right hand suddenly stretched out towards Ron.

"Judgment."

Puff! The cutting edge almost burst out, turning into a crescent shape and gushing out towards Ron.

At this moment, the distance between the two was already close, and the speed of cutting edge was incredibly fast.

Almost in an instant, the cutting edge reached Ron's chest, as if wanting to cut Ron directly from the chest.

However, at this moment, Ron's right hand had been across his chest, as if he had known that there would be such an attack... What a joke, that Judgement, although Ron was not quite sure what kind of power it was, he at least saw the Judgement easily cutting the chains. Just that scene made Ron realize how exaggerated the destructive power of the Judgement was. He was not so arrogant as to think that his body was harder than the shackles of destiny.

Even if the body is covered with dragon scales, there will be no other possibility except to cut it in two.

That's right. Long before Patrick took action, Ron had already prepared for the battle. On his right hand, a ball of chaotic energy was ready to go.

As Ron's lips moved, the energy in his palms was completely released: "The space is still."

The next moment, right in front of Ron's eyes, an extremely strange scene appeared. The machine that was trying to cut itself into two parts at a very fast speed suddenly paused in mid-air for a moment... Yes, only a short moment, and then the cutting returned to normal.

But this short moment was enough for Ron. He misstepped and dodged to the side.

laugh.

At that moment, Ron felt as if a sharp blade had passed by him.

With a puff sound, the entire underground palace returned to peace again.

It was unknown how much time had passed, perhaps only a few seconds. The ticking sound broke the silence in the underground palace. Drops of blood slowly fell along the side of Ron's chest, landing on the ground, splashing up pieces of tiny blood.

On half of his chest, a scarlet mark gradually seeped out, staining his snow-white robe red.

The robe was torn open in the middle, revealing a row of dragon scales that were neatly cut in the middle... Although Ron had just used time to stop and dodged at a very delicate moment, the force brought by the cutting still tore a long wound on Ron's chest.

If Ron had just resisted the cut, he could almost imagine that his body would be neatly divided into two parts starting from the chest.

It can even be said that Ron really had the illusion that he was about to be cut in half.

This old guy is indeed very powerful.

With his current level, even with various buffs, his power is still too weak in front of a demigod.

Ron couldn't help but feel a little excited. If he could really step into the realm of destruction, would he be able to close the gap between him and Patridge? Moreover, this time the system didn't have any prompts, no system tasks, and no rewards... I don't know if all the system rewards and tasks have been issued, or if Patridge's actions just now were too fast and the system didn't have time to react.

Speaking of which, it seems like it's been a long time since Elsa's face became more expressive and more lifelike.

I have to say, it has to be Ron.

What kind of situation is this? If he is not careful, he may die. Ron actually has the mind to think about it. He is really bold.

Bang.

Ron's heart beat violently.

The blood beads still stuck to his body quickly flowed back, and the small wound in his chest was completely healed in a short time. Even the severed dragon scales became golden again.

If there wasn't a clear crack on the robe, Patridge would even doubt whether his attack just now had completely missed the target.

The cutting blade sank into the stone wall behind Ron, and an arc-shaped crack appeared on the originally smooth stone wall, which was bottomless.

The destructive power of Judgment is unquestionable, but Patridge's expression becomes more and more gloomy. Ever since he entered that realm and mastered the ability of Judgment, in the long time of nearly a thousand years, he has used Judgment at least one hundred times, if not eighty times.

During this long period of time, this was the first time that the judge failed to kill the target directly.

This kid is really weird.

Patridge felt heavy-hearted, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. From what he had just seen, although Ron had some strange methods, the gap between him and him was still huge.

The gap between the great realms cannot be made up by some weird little tricks.

In this case, then let's keep this person here forever, otherwise he will become a big problem in the future.

Patridge had already made the decision in his heart. At that moment, Patridge no longer hesitated. He suddenly raised his right hand with his palm facing the sky. The next moment, a thick black ball of light quickly condensed in Patridge's palm.

"stop."

At this moment, a roar like thunder suddenly spread in the air.

The familiar voice is Zhou Yang.

Although the left arm of the last Twilight King was still held in Patridge's arms, Zhou Yang's residual soul had already risen into the air, floating in the air, and condensed into the shape of a huge skull.

But this time, although the skull was still very big, it seemed to be slightly smaller than before, and more solid.

Faintly, one could even make out Zhou Yang's original appearance. In the hazy light, one could even see the expression on Zhou Yang's face, which was filled with shock and confusion.

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

Patridge cursed inwardly, but finally stopped what he was doing. His cloudy eyes narrowed into slits, and cold rays flashed from time to time.

Ask this old guy, how many years is equal to one Kun year... Because of this sentence, the situation at the scene suddenly became very strange. Zhou Yang looked back and forth between Patrick and Ron, and no one knew what Zhou Yang was thinking about.

But it was obvious that when Zhou Yang looked at Ron, his eyes were filled with intense shock.

But when he looked at Patridge, he couldn't help but feel a little more suspicious.

"Dude...what the hell is going on?" After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Yang's dull roar like thunder finally broke the silence at the scene.

As soon as these words came out, Patridge's heart twitched slightly again. He could feel that Zhou Yang was not talking to him. He could feel that in the heart of the last Twilight King, a certain balance was gradually tilting towards Ron.

This damn bastard, does he want to snatch even the remains of the last Twilight King from me?

Damn it, damn it, damn it…

Anger and jealousy twisted Partridge's face.

Damn it, how many years is a Kunnian? How the hell should I know?

When did one year become one year, two years become two years, and when did the extra Kun year appear?

What kind of shitty unit is this? Ignorance made Partridge feel particularly irritated. He could vaguely feel that things were moving in a direction that was beyond his control. That feeling was terrible.

Compared to Partridge's irritability, Ron was becoming more and more relaxed. Hearing Zhou Yang's voice, Ron just sneered: "Brother Zhou Yang, you have already guessed it in your heart, why bother asking me?"

"If you still feel uneasy, why not just ask this Mr. Partridge... no, Mr. Wang Qi a few questions and you'll know the answer, right?"

When Patridge heard this, his heart suddenly twitched, and his bad premonition became stronger and stronger.

However, the skull transformed from the gray mist in the air nodded slightly, as if it felt quite good about Ron's suggestion. Soon the skull's gaze shifted and fell on Patridge: "Wang Qi, let me ask you, how many years is a Kun year?"

Damn, why is this question again?

Now when Patridge heard the word Kun, he felt inexplicably irritated.

His mind was spinning wildly, and he felt even more regretful in his heart. He really shouldn't have erased the remaining consciousness of the last Dusk King's right arm too early... But what could he do? The remaining soul had already sensed that something was wrong, and the relationship between them was becoming increasingly strained. It had even begun to doubt his identity.

If he cannot eliminate the remnant soul, once the two sides completely fall out, he will not be absolutely sure that he can suppress the remnant soul and right arm.

As a result, the information obtained from the remnant soul was so limited that we have no idea what kind of unit Kun is.

However, the word "Kun" sounds very majestic and grand. If "Kun" is used as the order of magnitude, then the number should be quite large.

After thinking about it for a while, Patridge knew that he couldn't delay for too long, so he opened his mouth and said, "One... ten thousand years..."

After giving this answer, Patridge's heart couldn't help but start beating fast. He didn't know if this answer was right or not. He quietly peeked into the air and saw the head evolved from the last Twilight King. It had no expression on its face and it was impossible to tell whether it was happy or angry.

But, since there was no quarrel, then my answer was correct? "What unit is Yidong in?"

Partridge wanted to curse more and more. How could there be such a weird question in the world? Can the two words "一" and "东" be paired together like this? "Angular...angle unit?"

There was no other way. Patridge could only give the closest and most likely answer based on his guess.

It can be seen that Zhou Yang does not seem to want to suspect Patridge. He keeps giving out one secret code after another for time travelers. As long as Patridge can match any one of them, Zhou Yang is willing to acknowledge Patridge's identity as a fellow villager.

"What unit is Yishuang?"

"What unit is Yiqi?"

"What's the next line of Imperial Jade Wine?"

"Odd changes, evens remain the same, what's the next sentence?"

"What comes after the three-year college entrance examination..."

Zhou Yang was trying hard to find opportunities for Patrick, but gradually he became disappointed.

Patridge's body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted. He just opened his mouth weakly, but no sound came out. There were so many questions, but he couldn't give even one answer.

His face had turned pale, and beads of sweat could even be seen oozing out of his forehead.

Finally, after hearing the last question, Partridge's endurance seemed to have reached its limit. He could no longer bear it and screamed like a madman, pointing a finger at Ron, his fingertips trembling constantly: "What kind of bullshit questions are these? I don't believe he can answer them."

Yes, this is Partridge's last hope.

In Patridge's mind, Ron had at most heard some information about the last Twilight King from the Blasphemer Archibald, and had a little understanding of this Twilight King, but definitely not much.

Even Ron would never be able to answer all the questions of the last Twilight King. By then, Ron and I would have to return to the same starting line again! 　Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)