Chapter 1890 Settlement of Accounts
Zhou Wen looked at the two companion eggs remaining in the box, seemed to have thought of something, and disappeared from the spot.
Sheng Shen wanted to catch up with Zhou Wen, but before he could do anything, he saw a man flying towards him.
"Jing Daoxian, what are you doing here?" The Holy Spirit asked the young Jing Daoxian.
"Hehe, the reason I came to you is naturally to settle our accounts." Jing Daoxian said with a smile.
"What accounts do we have to settle?" The Holy Spirit frowned slightly.
"Of course, I want to settle the score for you secretly harming me." Jing Daoxian couldn't help but sneer.
"When have I ever harmed you?" the Holy Spirit said unhappily.
"Hey, you haven't harmed me, so why did you pretend to be missing and hide in the holy land?" Jing Daoxian continued disdainfully, "You thought you did it perfectly, but unfortunately, you never imagined that your good grandson would expose your conspiracy in order to save you."
"What do you mean?" Shengshen seemed not to understand what Jing Daoxian was saying.
"Ouyang Ting, you're such a hypocrite. It's come to this. Do you think there's any point in pretending any longer?" Jing Daoxian said with some disdain. "Back when the four of us entered Chess Mountain, you left for the Holy Land shortly thereafter. Then all that shit started happening in the Holy Land. Even the dumbest person would know what happened. The idea of the six holy clans corresponding to the six bloodlines is bullshit. You're just like that piece of shit from the Xia family, trying to steal someone else's bloodline."
"It's just that the old man from the Xia family is too stupid, and what you did is much smarter. You played the trick of deceiving your subordinates and deceiving your superiors very well. You used the power of the six tribes from another dimension to work for you, and seized the six most powerful innate bloodline powers of mankind. Even I have to admit that you, Ouyang Ting, did a really good job. If it weren't for your good grandson who insisted on saving you, forcing you to reveal your true self, no one would have thought that you, Ouyang Ting, were the Holy God." Jing Daoxian spoke nice words, but his tone and expression were full of contempt.
Everyone who heard these words was stunned. They could not believe that the so-called six bloodlines were actually like this.
"Jing Daoxian, you are talking nonsense here, what on earth do you want to do?" The Holy Spirit's voice turned cold.
Jing Daoxian curled his lips and said, "What you do is none of my business, and I'm too lazy to care about you. But you shouldn't have schemed against me. Among the things you got from the ship, there should be information about the Mixian Sutra, right? You don't have to deny it, there must be. All the good things you did were in preparation for practicing the Mixian Sutra. Unfortunately, the information you got must be incomplete, so you didn't attack me directly, wanting me to be your guinea pig."
"When you first approached me for cooperation, saying you could help me heal my injuries and prolong my life, I knew something was amiss." Jing Daoxian sneered, "If I hadn't figured everything out right then and followed your lead, dragging that jerk surnamed Xia into the water and making him my new guinea pig, you would have taken my Mixian Sutra and killed me long ago, right?"
"You think you've done it perfectly, but in reality, you're just a fool." Jing Daoxian sneered, "Wang Mingyuan is right. From the beginning to the end, you've been just a pitiful weakling. No matter how much you gain, it's useless. Trash will always be trash."
"Are you finished?" The Holy Spirit's tone was cold, and murderous intent was hidden in his eyes.
"Want to kill me? Don't be in a hurry. Wait until I tell you the last thing you don't know, and then it won't be too late to do it." Jing Daoxian said with a smile.
"What's the matter?" Shengshen stared at Jing Daoxian and asked.
"Do you know why I gave the Mixian Sutra to Zhou Wen?" Jing Daoxian said with a smile.
"Because he is the child Zhou Lingfeng adopted, you want to find the correct way to practice the Mixian Sutra from him." The Holy Spirit said coldly.
"Haha, from the moment I stood in front of him, I knew he wasn't that child, just like Wang Mingyuan knew he wasn't that child. I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks he is that child." Jing Daoxian's eyes were full of contempt. "Zhou Wen was never that child. He was the child of Zhou Lingfeng and your daughter. If you want me to be the guinea pig, I'll let your grandson be the guinea pig. When you knew Zhou Wen had practiced the Mixian Sutra, weren't you happy? Another person would be your guinea pig?"
Jing Daoxian laughed heartily at the end of his speech. "Ouyang Ting, Ouyang Ting, I can only say that you are quite lucky. Zhou Wen actually mastered the Mi Xian Sutra. It's a pity that you didn't get to see your grandson die because of you."
The murderous intent and rage in Shengshen's eyes could no longer be concealed. He raised his hand slightly, and a black mini Rubik's Cube gradually condensed in his hand. He stared at Jing Daoxian and said, "Are you done? If there's nothing else to say, you can go on your way."
As he spoke, the Holy Spirit pointed his finger at the picture belonging to Jing Daoxian.
"The little stuff you learned on the big ship is useless to the Immortal Emperor and Wang Mingyuan, but will it be useful to me, Jing Daoxian? Let me show you how powerful the Mi Xian Sutra that you have been seeking but have never obtained is." Jing Daoxian was not afraid at all, and there was even a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.
On the Rubik's Cube, the image of Jing Daoxian suddenly disappeared, and his name on the leaderboard also disappeared.
But the finger of the Holy Spirit had not yet touched the picture that belonged to him, so how could it disappear?
What is even more surprising is that through the Holy Spirit's image, people can see that Jing Daoxian is still standing there intact and has not been wiped out.
The Holy Spirit looked at the mini Rubik's Cube without the image of Jing Daoxian, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
"This world isn't as simple as you think. Do you think you can control it just because you've mastered a few rules learned from others? You're still far from it." Jing Daoxian grinned, revealing a devilish smile. "Now, it's time to settle our accounts."
The next second, Jing Daoxian appeared in front of the Holy Spirit like a ghost, grabbing his face with his five fingers.
The Holy Spirit's figure drew a strange trajectory, as if the space was folded on him. The layers of spatial trajectories made Jing Daoxian lost in them.
Snap!
Jing Daoxian's hand strangely passed through the folded space and grabbed the face of the Holy Spirit, breaking the mask on his face into pieces.
The mask shattered, and the fragments remaining on the Holy Spirit's face fell off bit by bit, revealing the Holy Spirit's true appearance.
It was a flawless face. There was not a single imperfection on it. All the lines and contours seemed to have been carefully calculated, with the most perfect proportions and curves.
If a person can be so perfect, he is no longer human.
Looking at that face, Jing Daoxian was a little surprised: "You are not Ouyang Ting, who are you?"
(End of this chapter)
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