Chapter 1291

Boom——

With the sound of mountain collapse and earth crack, half of the altar in front of Xia Qingchen collapsed by the earthshaking thunder.

The billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky and shrouded the summer light dust in a hazy way.

Nu Tianyi ate and looked at the summer light dust like smoke and fog, like gods and immortals. For a moment, he was dementia.

He had only one question in his mind. Who was standing in front of him?

Will a mortal have the idea of becoming the king of the gods?

can't!

Absolutely not!

But it was precisely this goal that Nu Tian's reluctance to leave a cavity turned into black smoke.

When Xia Qingchen said his goal, he lost.

His ambition is in the three realms, but Xia Qingchen only sees the king of the gods in the sky.

With this ambition alone, he was far inferior to Xia Qingchen and lost completely.

Even if he becomes the master of the three realms today, he can't compare with his light dust in summer!

"I lost!" Nu Tianyi bowed his head and completely conceded defeat, but then he raised his head: "we have another bet! Right? "

Xia Qingchen vaguely remembers that Nu Tianyi once said that he was qualified to make three bets with Xia Qingchen.

Now it seems that it is the angry genius who is qualified.

"Sort of." Summer light dust road.

Nu Tianyi's eyes were bright, and his dim eyes burst out a brighter Brilliance: "then, our third agreement is to see who becomes God first!"

People are not afraid of mediocrity, but to be with a group of mediocre people.

No matter how talented you are, you will be assimilated by the mediocre public.

Slave Tianyi's talent is rare in the three realms, but he never dared to covet the ambition of his ancestors to become a God. Why?

Looking at the world, no peer has this ambition!

Until now, there was a peer with higher talent than him, pointing to the king of the gods. He just found that he was caught up in mediocrity and caught up.

Hearing the speech, Xia Qingchen picked him up and finally showed a smile at the corners of his mouth: "the road of martial arts is not lonely in the end."

"I wait for you and become God together." Xia Qingchen patted him on the shoulder.

Nu Tianyi was full of fighting spirit and looked very excited: "no, I'm waiting for you!"

He must surpass Xia Qingchen, become a God first, and win the last bet.

"Hehe, good!" Xia Qingchen's eyes show a trace of appreciation.

The more frustrated and brave Nu Tianyi is, the stronger he meets. It's hard not to achieve some performance in the future.

If the opportunity is enough, it may not be impossible to create the grand occasion of his ancestors.

"You won the bet of the Lord of the three realms." Nu Tianyi pointed to the great rivers and mountains: "lounan, it's yours!"

Xia Qingchen accepted it impolitely and said, "thank you."

He has no interest in the earthly rivers and mountains, but as he thought before, since he came to the three realms, he should be blessed here.

Isn't it precisely because the three territories are dominated by each other that the three territories are fighting again and again?

If the three regions are unified, how can there be war?

If the world is peaceful, martial artists will have the energy and resources to pursue martial arts and study the three essays on small night handed down by him.

At that time, the repeated martial arts in the three regions will be prosperous and will no longer be far away.

"Besides, I didn't kill your descendants of barbarian gods." Xia Qingchen paused and said.

Nu Tianyi felt a burst of joy, but then came a deep shame: "I'm sorry about Bai zhantian."

He forced Bai zhantian to death, but Xia Qingchen didn't kill innocent people.

Xia Qingchen said, "he died for the people he wanted to protect, and you paid the same price."

Hearing the speech, nu Tian looked at the body of the Tianhuang priest on the earth. His pupils narrowed and a trace of pain surged on his face: "everything is my fault!"

Though he did not kill a man, he died because of him.

He took out the pretty mysterious Scripture, stared at it and said, "my ancestors mistook me!"

In the secret Scripture, except for a small part of cultivation experience, the rest are all secret arts used in war.

He has been obsessed with secret Scriptures for many years and has gone astray.

Snap——

He closed his eyes, folded his palms and patted hard.

This book, which has been handed down for thousands of years, turns into powder Ji!

At the same time, he shouted, "where is the candle dragon priest?"

Shua Shua——

The candle dragon priest in the distance jumped and stood respectfully behind Nu Tianyi: "king!"

"From now on, there will be no king of the south. Your new master is Xia Qingchen. His orders need to be carried out with life."

The candle dragon priest looked shaking. After a long time, his eyes darkened and said sadly, "yes!"

The slave Tianyi who looked down at the world lowered his head. What else could he say?

"You give the same order to the other six priests." Nu Tianyi said, "Xia Qingchen will be a good host."

"Yes, Wang... No, military division!"

Nu Tianyi really put down, and even the former priests were handed over to Xia Qingchen.

"That's right." After a pause, nu Tian took out half a drawing from the nirvana of the candle dragon priest's finger and gave it to Xia Qingchen: "here you are."

Xia Qingchen took a look, closed it expressionless, frowned and said, "are you still thinking about it?"

The candle dragon priest has taken this drawing to the spirit palace and zhongyun territory for consultation. I hope the spiritual masters of the two territories can refine it.

"Of course not. The staff of the dead, whether it's the material, the remaining half of the drawing, or the refining man, is missing. We can't refine it." Nu Tianyi said.

This drawing is the refining drawing of the scepter of the dead.

In early summer, Qingchen warned the candle dragon priest not to hit it.

"The refining map was discovered by accident. It was originally refined for war, but it's useless now. Here you are." Nu Tianyi said.

Xia Qingchen's face showed a trace of doubt: "how did you find it?"

The refining map of advanced Nirvana such as the scepter of the dead has never been found in a place of martial arts and civilization, but in a remote place such as lounan.

He was confused about this problem at that time.

"It's a member of the tribe of the priests of Wuzhen. It's a ghost life." Nu Tianyi recalled, "he got it accidentally in a robbery."

Black Ghost life?

Xia Qingchen remembered him: "where are people?"

"In the counter insurgency, I don't know where I am." Nu Tianyi said.

The three high priests rebelled. He led the army to counter the rebellion. In the process, the whereabouts of the Black Ghost life were unknown.

"Is there a problem?" Nu Tianyi asked.

Xia Qingchen's eyes showed deep insight: "there's no problem with the refining map. There's a problem with people."

He remembered that Narcissus Luo once said that after she was captured by the Black Ghost life, she had inadvertently seen a fuzzy shadow flash on the Black Ghost life.

This person has a problem!

"If the order goes down, the Black Ghost life is wanted within the three borders!" Summer light dust road.

Now there are Xia Qingchen's forces in zhongyun in the north, Liangjing in the middle and lounan in the south. As long as the Black Ghost lives, he will find it one day.

As for the refining map, Xia Qingchen returned it to Nu Tianyi: "deal with it yourself."

He didn't worry that someone could refine this picture. Apart from anything else, the essence of the remains of 99 gods was doomed to be unable to refine it successfully.

Nu Tianyi thought for a moment and tore it up to his face. It didn't matter: "since you feel dangerous, tear it up."

He looked relaxed and hugged Xia Qingchen: "lounan will be handed over to you. I'm going to find a place to practice at ease."

"Go." Xia Qingchen cast encouraging eyes.

They smiled at each other and were about to leave, but a strange voice came from the sky: "it's really a conspiracy! Collude and steal things from the territory! "

When they looked up, a young man in a Bagua Taoist robe came by a gloomy and strange monster（ Tomorrow (five o'clock)