The two stared at each other for a long time, one standing and one sitting, before Hua Rong finally spoke.
"You just saw it."
Her voice was very certain; even a martial arts master couldn't possibly see that far.
But Hua Rong still felt that he had seen it.
The little monk Zhenwu stood up, looked at Hua Rong, and spoke in a calm tone.
"You outsiders have always been like this. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
After saying this, he turned to leave, but Hua Rong felt a chill run down her spine.
"Outsider?"
The little monk seemed to chuckle, but without turning back, he walked away step by step.
Hua Rong stood there, frowning as he watched his retreating figure. "An NPC revealing his identity?"
Hua Rong had already learned from Yang Rong that there were many hidden NPCs in this world.
They hid in the crowd, and no one knew whether the unfamiliar people around them were NPCs.
This is also what makes outsiders feel fearful.
Here, we not only have to guard against the enemy, but also against the people around us.
There is almost no one I can trust!
If the little monk Zhenwu says she is an outsider, does that mean that the lineage of the Great Sage of Reincarnation is originally from the True Spirit Continent?
I wonder if the other people from the other world know about this?
If you don't know, then this show will be quite interesting.
It's unclear why the Great Sage Reincarnated would help people from another world find the Martial Soul Flower.
Or perhaps they also dream of climbing the ladder to heaven and making a wish?
Hua Rong did not risk attacking the young monk Zhenwu.
Regardless of whether it will succeed, even if it does, it might incur the enmity of the Great Sage Reincarnated.
Even more terrifying is that she has attracted attacks from both indigenous people and outsiders!
Then she'll become the enemy of the whole world again, haha.
Moreover, she felt that her current martial arts skills were no match for the young monk Zhenwu.
It's an intuition!
"If he didn't say anything, that would be best. But if he did, there's no need to worry. If he can't handle the situation, I'll just reveal that the lineage of the Great Sage of Reincarnation is native."
"At that time, Shi Feng probably won't even have the mind to cause trouble for the Black Tiger Squad, since the biggest enemy of outsiders is the natives."
"Of course, it's also possible that Shi Feng is an indigenous person. In short, being able to stir up conflict between the two groups gives me the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and grow stronger."
Having thought everything through, Hua Rong was no longer worried and headed towards the direction where the Martial Soul Flower was in full bloom.
An atmosphere of death pervaded the air, and piles of dead souls lingered.
On the contrary, there are countless Martial Soul Flowers here.
The blood-red flowers, bathed in the setting sun, possess a despairing beauty.
The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, but it can easily cloud one's judgment.
Unlike other floral fragrances, the lower one's cultivation level, the less affected they are.
The fragrance of these flowers is also the reason why those with martial arts skills of Martial Master or higher are afraid of this Forest of Life and Death.
Unlike those around him who used all their magical treasures just to pick a few Martial Soul Flowers tainted with death energy, Hua Rong did not.
This Martial Soul Flower has such a strong death aura that it turns ordinary people into blood upon touching it.
To collect it, you need something that can resist or neutralize the death energy.
She stood in front of the sea of flowers, without moving.
Close your eyes and feel the negative emotions around you.
My heart remained unmoved.
She felt a touch of sarcasm in her heart. Wouldn't a ladder to heaven forged from such a flower of death lead to hell after reaching the top?
The pig that had been transformed was so tiny, barely the size of half a palm, that it huddled in Hua Rong's arms and trembled like a sieve.
The deathly aura here is too strong, although it doesn't pose any threat to it.
But... it was still afraid!
"You can see it now, can't you? This was once the battlefield that destroyed the world."
Hua Rong opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw the little monk Zhenwu.
"Apocalyptic battlefield?"
Zhenwu didn't look at her, but stood beside Huarong, his eyes seemingly revealing a sense of vicissitude.
"Yes, that war that destroyed the True Spirit Continent took place here. The war between Wei Zheng and Lin Dong."
Hua Rong raised an eyebrow slightly: "I know Lin Dong, but who is Wei Zheng?"
Don't just laugh it off; look up at the sky.
He pointed to the sky, which was gradually being enveloped by night: "Isn't he right there?"
Hua Rong looked up at the sky and suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"I've found you." Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
Is it Wei Zheng?
Half of its pig face was visible, and its eyes blinked several times.
It seemed as if the clouds in the sky had changed rapidly, like... a pair of eyes trying to open.
But... it didn't open.
Waaaaah.
It's so young, and it's already getting dizzy.
well!
"Are they enemies?" Hua Rong turned to look at the little monk Zhenwu.
Zhenwu shook her head, her smile icy: "We're friends."
friend.
They fought a final battle.
Then the true spirit was destroyed?
"This is a real world."
Hua Rong no longer treated the young monk Zhenwu as an ordinary martial arts master, and his tone of voice changed.
Zhenwu turned around again and walked away step by step: "Yes, this is the real world, and also the fake world. You will understand, and I will come back to find you."
Hua Rong didn't let him stop.
Will you come looking for me again?
That's really interesting.
Hua Rong approached the Martial Soul Flower step by step without using any magic weapons.
She felt no discomfort when she encountered the Martial Soul Flower.
"A bug?"
Hua Rong smiled and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, picked a lot of Martial Soul Flowers and stuffed them into his personal space.
"This Martial Soul Flower doesn't have any corrosive properties after it's picked, but the corrosive power is terrifying when it's being picked. No wonder those people didn't pick it even though there were treasures involved."
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