Chapter 528

In the underground hall, seven scabbards were out of strength and unconscious, five dead men were like corpses around, and the two most special humans in the glory were facing each other.

One is the ruler of the mainland thousands of miles away, the Pope of the dead sect, and the blonde outlander.

One is the sword holder with mysterious origin and brilliant holy sword. He is the curator of the white box Library of the imperial court and cha Shiyin.

Obviously, they are two people at the ends of the earth, but they are less than five meters apart at this time; And the music language can be heard faintly. The reason why mingdujin came to shine across thousands of miles is to pursue the hidden tea world!

"So, are you declaring war on Huiyao on behalf of the dead sect?"

"This is really my father's idea." Ming did not deny it. "But after a simple investigation, my father quickly rejected the idea: because there are four barbarians looking around, Huiyao's weapons iterate faster than the western continent, and even enough to form a generation difference to crush the western continent. Except for navigation technology, there is no technology in the western continent that can surpass Huiyao."

"Even though Huiyao's land annexation is serious and class contradictions are serious, it is still a strong Empire - strong enough to die even if it is too strong."

"So after I took over as Pope, I changed my mind. In the final analysis, invading Huiyao is not our ultimate goal, but a shortcut to the ultimate goal. Since the shortcut doesn't work, I can only use a circuitous way."

The ultimate goal... Yue Yu looked at the holy sword held by cha Shiyin, and knew that the ultimate goal was not to rule the world.

Cha Shiyin's face was calm. He seemed to have known his intention for a long time. He sighed: "although I knew that my second brother valued family affection and loved his relatives most since I was a child, I didn't expect that he passed on everything."

"Everyone has selfishness, and the first ancestor of Mount Tai just cares for his children." Mingjie said with a smile: "after all, in addition to shining the first ancestor, either you or another ancestor may visit the western continent. If you don't warn future generations, wouldn't it be a great disaster if they treat you slowly?"

"I think the second brother is worried that we will turn over the old accounts after his death, so let you know what ability we have to set up traps to kill us." Cha Shiyin said coldly, "have you seen the descendants of the fourth brother in the past hundreds of years?"

"No." Mingjie shook his head with regret: "although I am also curious about the unique soldier who can 'escape from fate', the dead sect has no records of another ancestor and descendants for 2000 years."

Cha Shi was expressionless: "I'm glad you didn't find the descendants of your fourth brother. In view of what you are doing in Huiyao, I don't think you will be friendly to distant relatives."

Mingjun smiled: "in fact, the reason why I set up the National Salvation Association, colluded with barbarians, allied with Haiman, united with shanman and caoman, is also helpless. Because I can't find you at all, the ancestor of Shiyin."

"I know you are in Yanjing, and I know you are guarding the royal family, but you hide too deep, and you have not entered the world for many years. If you don't turn Yanjing over, you will never set foot on the earth."

"Especially after I know some of your 'restrictions', I'm more sure I can only take risks."

This sentence seemed to trigger some taboo. Cha Shiyin suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent. The five dead men put on a fighting posture, and the fierce battle was imminent.

After a moment of silence, Cha Shiyin seemed to press his anger and said coldly, "you opened the imperial mausoleum?"

"Don't worry, I didn't enslave those distant relatives. After friendly communication with them, I'll let them return to sleep forever." mingjiejin said, "that's why I know that it's not easy for you, the ancestor of Shiyin."

"Also?"

"There is nothing that is easy for the absolute weapon, and you must have more feelings about it." mingjijin said, "although I don't understand the mechanism of the holy sword shining, using the holy sword shining will inevitably lose life, so that although the holy sword shining is the strongest absolute weapon, it is also the least used absolute weapon."

"The book of the dead possessed by Taiyue also has such disadvantages." he sighed: "the title of the book of the dead claims to be able to 'conquer death'. In fact, it is true. You, the ancestor of Shiyin, have been to the western continent and must be amazed at the brilliant civilization of the western continent?"

"Indeed." Cha Shiyin said, "there are magnificent buildings everywhere. Tens of meters high buildings are springing up on the earth, and hundreds of meters high skyscrapers are not uncommon. Civilians live and work in peace and contentment, and laugh everywhere. Moreover, this is my experience hundreds of years ago, and it must be more brilliant now."

"But you also know who created the great achievements of the western continent." mingjijin said, "all the credit belongs to the 50 million dead who don't sleep, eat or drink, or the reborn."

He clapped the withered and yellow book on his hand: "the most powerful ability of the book of the dead is called 'dead creatures', which can make the corpse produce a soul. Although there are many uses, the most basic use is to create a dead spirit with a lifetime memory and drive it to work for itself."

"However, as the holder of the book of the dead, the Pope can only control 50 dead at most. Although the number fluctuates, it will not exceed 100 at most. A mere 100 dead can only protect the Pope's safety at most, but what is the significance for the country and the mainland?"

"Therefore, the ancestor of Taiyue founded the necromancer sect, and the core doctrine of the necromancer sect is to revive relatives and reunite in the world."

When it comes to this, the tone of being clear is inexplicable. It seems to be ashamed and helpless: "but as a price, the people must pay a heavy 'death tax' in order to obtain the control of the resurrected. If they don't have money, they can also take the resurrected to serve, which can offset the 'death tax' and even wages."

"The Death Cult can rule the western continent within a hundred years, which is inseparable from the 'benevolent miracle' of the death cult. With such a large number of reborn people who can work all the time without support, the western continent can develop so rapidly and create a greater civilization than glory."

"However, under this glorious age, there are countless white bones." mingjiejin said, "the Pope can only control less than 100 dead souls. Why can millions and tens of millions of dead souls exist in all parts of the western continent?"

"Because the Pope gave control of the dead to mortals."

"They think they have gained the control of their relatives. When their relatives come back from work every day, they can get together. Their relatives work and pay money, and their relatives don't need to eat and drink. Naturally, people flock to them, and even some people want to kill their relatives to revive... Before I left the western continent, even if it was strictly prohibited, some children still dislike their parents' nagging about their resurrection, and their parents dislike their children's listening The case of the resurrection of word killing. "

"But the Pope can easily control the dead because he holds the book of the dead; mortals have no book of the dead and can only directly dominate the soul with their soul."

"The contact between soul and soul is an extremely dangerous thing. One day may be fine, one week may be fine, but one year, two years, three years... The soul of the dead is nothingness. Over time, the mortals who dominate the dead will become nothingness."

"Moreover, after research, the energy source of the dead is the sun and the vitality of the living. Although the vitality can not be seen or touched, it does exist. It has nothing to do with age and health. Everyone who tries to survive is full of vitality."

"So what happens once there are a large number of dead?"

Ming all closed his eyes, as if recalling the picture thousands of miles away: "the gathered dead are like a vortex, sucking in the vitality of the whole city; the people who dominate the dead gradually become nothingness and are not interested in anything, just like a walking corpse."

"Thirty five is a boundary. Before thirty-five, people's vitality can barely maintain a positive cycle, and their thoughts are difficult to be assimilated by the dead; but once they exceed thirty-five, people's vitality can't resist the siphon of the dead, their thoughts will quickly fall into nothingness, and they will die naturally in a year or two."

"That's why you think the western continent is full of laughter and laughter." Ming said, "anyone who can't laugh is either waiting to die at home or already dead."

Cha Shiyin didn't seem surprised. He even said, "it's good to be thirty-five."

"Yes, for ordinary people, it's happiness to live happily for 35 years." Mingjun nodded, "but what about us?"

"When the number of dead spirits is small, there is no problem. But when the number of dead spirits increases, there will be a defect that no one thought of."

"When the master dies, the dead will die automatically. The dead soul will return to the dead book and become a spiritual feedback holder."

"This is a good thing. If the holder's dead spirit dies in the battle, the holder can get additional mental power to continue the battle."

The music language is understood. This is the "dead language". The effect is that when the follower dies, the player obtains additional mental power.

"It's OK for one dead soul to die, and it's OK for a hundred dead souls to die. What about a thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million?" Mingjun sighed: "There are nearly 1.5 million dead souls dying in the western continent every year, and about 4100 dead souls die every day. While we were chatting, dozens of dead souls returned to the dead book from the distant western continent."

"Such a high frequency and a large amount of soul feedback, even if it is a good medicine, has become a poison." Mingjie points his temple: "no Pope in all dynasties can live beyond the age of 50, and it is more common for a pope to die at the age of 30. My father died on his 34th birthday, earlier than ordinary people in the western continent."

"You can stop." Cha Shiyin had no sympathy. "As long as you don't create dead spirits, there will be no such danger."

Mingjun nodded: "you're right. Although the dead have become an indispensable force in the western continent, if the dead sect has to stop, other forces will be indifferent to me. But the problem is that after taking over the book of the dead, none of the Pope of all dynasties is willing to stop creating the dead."

"Shiyin ancestor, you can't imagine what it feels like." he closed his eyes and wrote on his face: "every minute, a soul returns to the dead book and turns into pure spiritual power to nourish your soul. Every minute, the world in your eyes will become more brilliant. Every minute, you will feel that you are closer to the supreme realm."

"It's poison, but it's a cup of sweet poison. There is a legend in our family that you can become a real God with the help of the feedback of the dead after sitting on the Pope for 30 years."

"Very interesting." Cha Shiyin glanced out: "it seems that a demon family is also saying that as long as the immortal blood drinks enough, it can become an immortal."

"Of course, I don't think this legend is true." Mingjun said with a smile, "how can it only take 30 years."

"What about 50 years? 100 years? 500 years? 2000 years? Can you stand higher and see more beautiful scenery as long as you live long enough?"

At this point, everything has been exhausted.

"I have been lurking in Yanjing for more than ten years, forming a national salvation and disaster relief association, uniting with the barbarians, planning to assassinate the emperor and interfere in the search for sword and position. I do so much only to meet you, the ancestor of Shiyin."

"Although I don't think it's possible, I still want to ask --"

"Shiyin ancestor,"

Mingjun looked at the tea world hidden, his eyes full of undisguised greed, a terrible momentum broke out from him, and Yueyu could even see hundreds of millions of resentment souls emerging behind Mingjun, sweeping all directions like a high wind and raging waves!

"Can you give me your" never give up "