Chapter 1898

"I thought the elder had already looked up to the younger generation? Speaking of it, I have a lot of nerves. They also say that I am different from others. It was my luck to meet me. But now that the situation has reached such a point, can I be more honored? " Chuyang smiles kindly.

The sword spirit is really impressed!

All have reached the point of death. Chu Yang can still talk and laugh, and even his face hasn't changed at all.

Can't his nerves be made of iron!?

No, even if it was made of iron, it would have melted here.

"Huh?" The spirit of the disaster tilted his head and looked at him interestingly.

This boy is so interesting!

"Since the younger generation is about to be swallowed up by the former, and the gods and souls will be destroyed, I wonder if I have the honor to know your name?" Chuyang smiled politely and politely: "what's your name, elder? Even if I'm dead, I still understand. I believe that the elder will not even fail to satisfy this meager wish! "

"Ha ha, do you know what it means to destroy all gods and souls? Still want to be a ghost? Do you think you still have a chance to be a ghost? " The spirit of the disaster laughed and mocked. It was obvious that he had lost the battle before. He was unwilling. He would have a chance to retaliate immediately.

Chu Yang's heart moved: Jain will report. Although the cultivation of this disaster spirit is high, its spiritual quality may not go anywhere.

Then, the spirit of disaster seemed to be sad again, with a disappointed look on his face and murmured: "I am now the spirit of disaster. What face do you have to mention your past name again? The past is like dust, the years are like smoke... Humiliating our ancestors... "

Chuyang said with a faint smile, "the opponent is strong, not a crime of war; Even though success or failure is on the verge of success, it is not another kind of cultivation to be able to experience the passage of time quietly for hundreds of thousands of years. This is not a rare luck. As for bad luck or luck, different people have different opinions. "

The spirit of the disaster showed approval in his eyes, looked up to the sky and sighed: "yes... Is this another kind of cultivation, bad luck? Lucky? But different people have different opinions. "

He stood a little sad for a while, but he was really reluctant to say: "I... I haven't spoken for hundreds of thousands of years, but I have a chance to chat with you today..."

Chu Yang understood very well and said, "you can chat with your predecessors for a while."

The spirit of the disaster sighed: "you are a sensible child."

He was silent for a moment and said, "now, I don't know what year it is outside? The emperor of the East, is it still cold with snow and tears? "

Chu Yang said, "I really haven't counted the years outside... But the emperor of the East is still cold with snow and tears, which is absolutely certain."

"Ha ha..." the face of the disaster spirit suddenly changed, from a kind-hearted old man to a fierce ghost with grinning teeth!

But then he changed again and said with a faint smile: "snow and tears are cold... It's not a loss to be the emperor of the East. It's really wise and divine."

Chu Yang's heart moved: it was clear that he could not sink his Qi, but he was strong in self-restraint. This is also a place to use.

Then he thought: seeing his changes, is this goods very dissatisfied with snow tears and cold? Is it snow tears that killed it?

He said with a kind smile: "although emperor is wise and powerful, sometimes it is inevitable that he will be unfair when he does something... Hey, I haven't been out for so many years. I told you something that I don't know... It's better not to say it."

The spirit of the disaster smiled faintly and said, "if you don't say it, don't say it. How can we judge the right and wrong of the peak figures?" I don't seem to be in a hurry about this topic.

Chu Yang said, "yes, sir, what is the original sect here? Why didn't you see any sect signs when you came in this time? "

It really led the topic away.

The spirit of the disaster was calm all the way, and finally had some unpleasant smell on his face. He said faintly: "no matter what sect it is, it has always been destroyed, turned into dust and smoke, and annihilated in the annals of history... What's the significance of mentioning the name now? So on the day I woke up, I destroyed all the signs here that could prove my sect identity! "

"I see. No wonder." Chuyang suddenly realized that he flattered him: "elder, you are really wise."

The spirit of the disaster looked at the boy coldly, but it felt annoying.

When the sect was slaughtered, the Eastern Emperor Jun Xue stood by with tears and cold. This matter kept him in his heart until he died. Even if he turns into a human again, he still remembers his hatred. Naturally, he wants someone to say more bad things about snow and tears. Although he doesn't care, he hopes that chuyang can say more about the Eastern Emperor.

But Chu Yang didn't mention his life or death. Why did he think this bastard was pleasing to the eye just now? Illusion, it must be an illusion!

"What new measures has your Majesty the Eastern Emperor taken over the years?" Asked the spirit of the disaster.

This sentence, in fact, is to find out what to play, so as to make use of the topic.

Chu Yang shook his head blankly and looked honest: "elder generation, younger generation actually just flew to jiuchongtian. It's only a few days. Even the Eastern Emperor knows very little. I haven't heard of his Majesty's actions..."

The spirit of the disaster twitched on his face. I really have an impulse to curse my mother.

His cultivation before death is excellent, and his cultivation is profound, and his concentration is naturally super strong. However, after hundreds of thousands of years of loneliness, he felt that he was more and more unable to breathe.

It seems that he was calm and calm. Now he doesn't know where he has gone. He seems to be irritable. After such a while, he has killed so many times.

But he was not willing to kill chuyang; After all, no one has spoken to himself for hundreds of thousands of years. Now when talking to others, I feel surging... Some unspeakable excitement, inexplicable, even novel!

Next, the spirit of the disaster began to ask chuyang about the outside world. Chuyang answered all these questions seriously. But under the cover of his honest expression, there are endless lies!

Every word this guy says is a complete lie.

"... the world is unpredictable. Now after the nine world wars outside, there are experts scattered. Although I can't be regarded as a first-class and second-class skill, the third-class skill can be regarded as......" chuyang Xinkou opened the river.

"What? With your garbage strength, you can be regarded as a third rate strength? " The spirit of the disaster was really surprised this time. The boy in front of him, with the strength of mole ants, has just broken through the sky level at best. He can be regarded as a third rate strength. What level does the external martial arts level have to fall to?

"No wonder the elder was surprised. In fact, I have read many classics. The book records the endless demeanor of countless great powers in the past. The younger generation's strength is at most a little stronger than mole ants. At best, it is the water product of grasshoppers, but now the talent of the Eastern emperor has withered. For the strength of the younger generation, the official of the Eastern Emperor has invited the younger generation to join us several times!" Chu Yang is obviously addicted to making it up. The more arguments, the more outrageous.

"I said, boy, even if you talk big with me, should you also say something reliable? With your strength, the Eastern Emperor's official has invited you to join several times. Do you believe that?" The spirit of the disaster was delighted by Chu Yang's words.

Chuyang still looked heavy, simple and honest, and said respectfully: "elder, I have been here for a long time, and my knowledge of the outside world is too limited. Today's donghuangtian official is not what it used to be. There was a change in that year, and the official power of donghuangtian was greatly damaged. Although the younger generation's strength is low, it is better than his innocence, and his strength is fair. Therefore, donghuangtian official has invited the younger generation several times, But I'm really afraid of causing trouble. I politely declined several times, because according to the grapevine news, the Eastern Emperor Jun Xue was cold in tears. Because the Zixiao Heavenly Emperor suddenly brought up the old story, I somehow offended Lord Shengjun. I heard that I've been seriously injured. Now I have something to do with the Eastern Emperor official. It's a disaster rather than a blessing... "

Chu Yang sighed on his face: "of course, this may also be a rumor. Can the real situation be known by a small person like me..."

"Snow tears cold, seriously injured? For Zixiao emperor? " The spirit of the disaster was suddenly as excited as taking aphrodisiac: "are you serious? What happened to Zixiao emperor Zihao? "

Chuyang was instantly dumb. He always lied and opened his mouth. But at the moment, he didn't know how to continue.

How many years has Zixiao emperor Zihao died? It seems that it has to be hundreds of thousands of years at least?

And the spirit of disaster who has been buried for hundreds of thousands of years doesn't know that Zixiao emperor is dead?

Chuyang's heart is cramping: how many years has this guy died? Is it more than a million years?

Of course, in such a space, you can't notice the passage of time at all. I'm afraid even the disaster spirit doesn't know how many years have passed

"You don't know about Zixiao emperor?" Chuyang is speechless.

"You said, what happened to Zixiao emperor?" The spirit of the disaster suddenly became crazy. He looked extremely violent and bloodthirsty in his eyes and shouted, "what happened to Zihao?! Say! Tell me quickly!! Any more nonsense, I'll swallow you alive! "

Suddenly, with a bang, his body suddenly burst open and turned into countless fierce ghost heads, circling wildly in the air! Countless heads were ferocious and terrible. They shouted at the sky: "Zixiao emperor Zihao! What happened to him! What the hell happened to him! Say it! Tell me! "

At this moment, I was completely crazy.

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