Today, how can we destroy the hard-earned new order just because of the resurrection of one person?
This painting... is very beautiful. It is enough to keep it with me for the rest of my life!"
Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "Are you willing?"
"Of course I won't accept that!"
The Thirteenth Master sighed softly, "What can I do if I am unwilling? There is no shortage of sorrow and separation in this world. When she was alive, she was troubled by the orders of the clan every day. After she passed away, she can stay in the painting quietly. Maybe this ending is the best."
Ying Wuji: “…”
There seemed to be a glimmer of light in his heart, and he wanted to catch it but couldn't.
Thirteenth Master, however, took out a bottle of wine and three wine glasses with a big smile: "Since you are here, stay with me for a while! Here, fill up the wine, and I'll toast to Thirteenth Lady. I'll introduce you to each other!"
Ying Wuji couldn't help but reveal a smile: "Yeah!"
Clink glasses and exchange cups.
There was a cool breeze under the tree.
Before I knew it, it was evening.
Ying Wuji helped the drunk Thirteenth Master into the thatched cottage and hung the old second-dimensional Thirteenth Master on the wall.
He closed the door carefully and left the hill.
Take a step forward.
Then he returned to the Royal Palace of Li.
Zhao Ning smiled and asked, "Are you back?"
"Um!"
Ying Wuji nodded: "Where's Ji Hong?"
Zhao Ning stood up and said, "The underground palace is locked up. Follow me!"
As they talked, the two of them came to the underground palace side by side.
Ji Hong's puppet was already covered with wounds. Although it was called a puppet, it was actually made of precious living materials, and even the pain could be transmitted to the original body.
It is exactly the same as an incarnation.
See Ying Wuji coming over.
Ji Hong showed a warm smile on his face: "King Gan, you are finally here..."
“Bang!”
Ying Wuji slapped him on the face and slammed him against the wall.
Ji Hong retched in pain and looked at Ying Wuji in horror and confusion, wondering why he was so rude to a child who was about the same age as his son.
This father and son.
They really are cut from the same mold.
Ying Wuji glanced at him and said, "This smile is very similar to an old acquaintance of mine who has extremely poor brain function. Don't imitate him in the future, or I will beat you up!"
Ji Hong: "..."
Although he didn't say anything, the smile on his face disappeared.
Ying Wuji held up three fingers: "I'll give you three sentences, get straight to the point, don't waste the chance to speak!"
"I, I need you to withdraw your troops!"
"impossible!"
"You and I may not be unable to coexist. If the Central Plains ban is lifted, our Yan country warriors can serve as the vanguard."
"No way!"
Ying Wuji refused without hesitation. It is difficult for people with different ideas to cooperate, especially this bunch of idiots who drained the seal of Zhuanxu from the Yan State.
pawn?
Who would dare to use a pawn who may be stabbed in the back at any time?
Ji Hong's face looked a little ugly: "They want to talk to you!"
"them?"
Before Ying Wuji could even ask any questions, he saw a familiar white light emanating from Ji Hong's body: "Oh... it's the Celestial Race!"
He grabbed Ji Hong's neck directly, ready to crush the puppet.
There is absolutely no need to communicate with the Celestials.
During the days he stayed beside the emperor's corpse, the Celestials projected many consciousness projections trying to communicate with him, but they were dispersed by the Phoenix Girl as soon as they appeared. Although he did not agree, he acquiesced.
The Celestials do not have many means to influence the world, and Ji Hong happens to be one of them.
“No, no, no!”
Ji Hong waved his hands repeatedly, feeling the pressure from Ying Wuji on his throat, and said with difficulty: "Ying Wuji, we want to do a big business with you!"
Now he has obviously been possessed by the Celestial Clan.
"oh?"
Ying Wuji let go of his neck and asked with a half-smile, "What big business?"
Ji Hong showed a mysterious smile: "We..."
Ying Wuji waved his hand impatiently to interrupt: "Kneel down and talk!"
Ji Hong: "???"
He showed a look of humiliation on his face and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go too far!"
Ying Wuji sneered: "Is this your attitude when asking for help?"
After saying that.
Open your palms.
A strong energy gathered in the palm of his hand and pressed against Ji Hong's forehead.
As long as he had the intention, the puppet would turn into powder in an instant.
Ji Hong looked grim. He gritted his teeth and finally knelt down.
Ying Wuji then retracted his right palm and slowly sat back in his chair: "Go ahead!"
Ji Hong took a deep breath and said, "Put us down, we will follow your lead. Your path to becoming a saint may be ruined, but with the help of our Celestial Race, we will be able to keep the demon race out of the Central Plains.
By then, you will comprehend the art of reincarnation, have an endless lifespan, and be immortal as the strongest of the human race.
With you suppressing us, we can't cause too much trouble.
Trust me!
This is good for all of us.
You don’t want to be holy.
Nor is there any power to become holy.
Rather than being a short-lived saint.
It would be better to become the supreme and immortal king!
You said... right?"
His voice was full of temptation.
The conditions are indeed tempting.
It made Ying Wuji's heart beat violently.
Seeing this, Ji Hong was immediately excited: "With your understanding of the Jedi Tiantong, it may be difficult to display your magical power, but it will definitely be possible to open the restriction. Then we just need to lure away the Phoenix Girl..."
Ying Wuji interrupted him: "It's not impossible to put you down!"
Ji Hong showed an ecstatic look on his face: "Make some conditions! We can accept any conditions!"
An evil smile appeared on Ying Wuji's lips: "The Nether Tiger Saint's Ghost Accomplice Technique is in Ji Hong's hands. You give it to me. As long as you are all willing to be my ghosts, I will release as many people as there are in the Celestial Race!"
Ji Hong: "???"
Being an accomplice? Doesn't it mean that life and death all depend on Ying Wuji's thoughts?
His expression instantly darkened to the extreme: "Are you going to make us come out on our knees?"
Ying Wuji asked back: "Why? Only the human race has the right to kneel to the celestial race, but you celestial race can't kneel?"
Ji Hong was filled with anger: "My Tianren clan is blessed by nature and is the most respected among all clans. How can you kneel down?"
Ying Wuji asked again: "What's your posture now?"
Ji Hong: "..."
He looked at his knees firmly on the ground and fell into deep thought.
Ying Wuji looked down at him and said, "Think of it, sure, kneel down!"
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