—It is always wise to be wary of others. The King of Black Mist may not necessarily make a promise to travel. The Crown Princess can destroy order, and he can also change fate.
--Um.
Li Changzhou entered the temple while everyone was still exchanging palm strikes.
The two demigods in the arena had solemn expressions. The Great Dao Kingdoms that evolved above their heads were incredibly realistic, and they were engaged in a bloody battle that lasted for ten thousand years.
When he came in, everyone else turned to look at him.
Zhenlong and Laogui have already returned.
The dragon showed no joy or worry, but rather a thoughtful expression.
As for the old ghost, when asked, he only shook his head and said, "Difficult, difficult, difficult."
At this moment, they looked at Li Changzhou and found that he was neither happy nor sad. Only when he looked at the Crown Princess did he express his gratitude and give a friendly smile.
The fairy gestured to the crown princess with her eyes.
The Crown Princess sighed and led the fairy to Li Changzhou.
“Look, she wants to be your wife,” the Crown Princess said, pointing at the fairy.
The fairy nodded: "King of Black Mist, I do..."
"Wait a minute," Li Changzhou interrupted, "What's going on?"
"Let me finish speaking," the fairy said. "I am willing to form an alliance with you, neither helping the other nor hindering each other's path to sainthood. Afterwards, I will go to your territory to cultivate, and you and your three wives will protect my safety."
"Three wives?"
The Crown Princess guessed, "They probably don't know that the first person to become a saint was your sister."
"Whether she's my sister or my wife, it doesn't matter," the fairy said, unconcerned. "Well then, King of the Black Mist?"
“Of course.” Li Changzhou nodded. “My biggest dream is world peace, and then, with my two beautiful wives and my lovely sister, to explore the mysteries of the universe, see all the stars, and taste all the delicious food.”
"If that day ever comes, you are welcome to the celestial realm," the fairy said.
Li Changzhou turned around and said to the Twelve Half-Saints and the Crown Princess, "Thank you for your help. I will do my best to help you in the future. Of course, I will help whoever has a better chance."
"...Can you just say it directly?" Tian Shi asked cautiously.
"It's alright," Li Changzhou said calmly.
He can now barely cast three ultimate divine spells simultaneously. Apart from the true dragon and the hidden bone gene, no one present is his match.
The Crown Princess, who had previously kept pace with them, fell behind the other three on the fiercely competitive Holy Path because she did not favor combat.
Upon hearing the words "It's alright," the expressions of the people inside the Eighth Temple varied, and their hearts were heavy.
The little demon walked over: "Little Black, shall we form an alliance too?"
"It's fine if you don't call me Xiao Hei."
“Okay, Xiaowu... You see, you’re happy when you call others A-Yang, Xiao-Gu, A-Long, or Madam, but you change your expression when you’re called Xiao-Hei or Xiao-Wu... You’re also welcome to visit the demon realm sometime. We have many beautiful women in the demon realm, so you can help us have more babies.”
"Little demon, how old are you?" Li Changzhou couldn't help but ask.
One sentence, three topics—it really is a child.
"Over 300,000 years old, I guess. I've been in seclusion for so long I've long forgotten. Why are you asking my age? Do you want to have a child with me?"
"No. An alliance is fine."
The little demon turned to the Crown Princess and the Fairy: "How about the three of us form an alliance? We'll give each of you 30,000 strong demons."
The fairy didn't even glance at her.
The Crown Princess laughed and said, "Keep the powerful demon for yourself, and forget about forming an alliance."
“I know that with the help of the King of Black Mist and these twelve people, you are probably unwilling to form alliances with others, which will reduce your chances of becoming a saint.”
"You could have pretended to form an alliance and establish order, but you've already fooled us once, and no one will fall for it again."
Before the Crown Princess could reply, the Corpse Gene stepped forward.
"Your Highness, the Heavenly Oath, now that things have come to this, let's break our vows and order." His tone was calm, yet it carried a great majesty that brooked no argument, more domineering than a true dragon, a stark contrast to his previous skeletal, indifferent demeanor.
“That’s right,” the others agreed.
"If you don't understand, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"Why should I intervene?" the Crown Princess laughed. "The situation was critical just now, and you all didn't have time, but now... I'm afraid you've already figured out a way to remove the restraints."
"I'm afraid you still have some tricks up your sleeve," the Demon Lord said calmly, his gaze unfathomable.
The Crown Princess looked up, pulled out a thick chain of divine order from the void, and cleaved it in two. Everyone felt a sense of lightness.
Even the genes of the corpses sensed a subtle connection, which then disappeared.
As expected, when everyone tried to take action themselves, they were unable to completely break the order.
Tian Shi also took out the Great Dao Oath Book and burned it with heavenly fire.
Some people felt that the constraints had completely disappeared.
The true dragon sat serenely in a corner of the temple, oblivious to the outside world, studying the "Rising Dragon Fist" and striving to master the second move, Dragon Soaring to the Nine Heavens.
Li Changzhou felt the pressure.
If he takes a second step, the outcome will be unpredictable.
After the palm strike ended, the two entered a side hall, becoming Quasi-Saints, and a passage to the Ninth Temple appeared.
With only four holy positions remaining, the competition is bound to become even more intense.
With serious expressions and heavy hearts, the group was about to set off when the Corpse Gene suddenly said, "Wait."
He held a white bone banner and surveyed the crowd.
"There are only four saintly positions left. In order to ensure that I will become a saint, and for everyone's safety, to allow more people to survive, and to preserve the flame for the future holy war, I think the game should end."
"King of Black Mist, True Dragon, and Crown Princess, let's join forces and clear the area."
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