C3

Since she was young, Yang Ling had always been locked up in the training cell for beast children, but in his heart, the world in his heart wasn't just the Colosseum. Through his memory, Spirit had a general idea of the face of the new kingdom. In a world where the gods and the demons dance together. The seemingly stable alliance had long since collapsed.

The current king was a spellcaster named Sinti, who had risen to power in the Xixiong Country of the Western Regions. There were no major changes to the territories of the various races. The witches were in the south, the demons were in the east, the ghost domain was still in the northern Black Sea, and the humans controlled the central and western regions. As for the gods, they were still so mysterious, who knew where they were.

There were some changes in the cultivation system. Other than a part of the Witch clan and the demon clan inheriting a cultivation technique, the other clansmen practiced the same cultivation as the human clan. This was a change he wanted to see. To unify the world, to unify the cultivation system. Once upon a time, he had held this ambition in his heart.

The Mu City of the Fourth City had residents of the capital, and there were people from all races there. The people of Mu City liked it when people called them nobles.

Fifth city, Earthen City. It was the place where the commoners lived. It was the resource transportation and buffer zone for war from the four cities up ahead.

Five thousand miles around Five Ring City. Outside the city was a large mountain that spanned several thousand li. This was the source of the capital's resources, and also its first line of defense.

Not long after the strange activity in the forbidden area.

"The Beast Battling Arena crumbled, and the new kingdom is destroyed." These words had already spread like wildfire throughout the capital. The stories of the thirteen beastchildren using a ladder to touch the God Sword and wake up the War God spread even more widely.

Rumors began to spread in all five cities of the imperial city. Everyone was panicking. One had to know that the new kingdom was built on the foundation of the ancient kingdom's lack of spiritual balance.

In order to quell the chaos, they went on a rampage to hunt down and kill those who spread the rumors. Kill all the children, close the training prison for the children, and put two hundred slaves to death every day.

The bloodshed did not stop the rumors. The people of the imperial city were no longer laughing, but trembling.

September 17th, cloudy, windy.

The Eastern Lands City, which had a hundred thousand households, was in an uproar today. Even the clouds in the sky seemed to have been injected with chicken blood as they fluctuated erratically. It was a good match to the mood of the outermost residents of the imperial city.

"Have you heard? The slaves of the three cities of the south, north, and west all began to fight back. "

"Dozens of slaves were just killed?"

"How come I heard about a few thousand people? And that rumor might be true."

"Nonsense, what rumor? It's all the mental sustenance of the slaves that are paralyzed by themselves. "

"Then why do we have to kill two hundred slaves every day?" If they die, we will be the ones to suffer. "

"They deserve death. Do you see those slaves look like slaves now? Not to mention the fact that in the Eastern Lands City two days ago, there was actually a slave who proposed to Miss Wang. The courage of a thief was too much. This kind of slave should be hacked into pieces. "

"Let's not talk about the national affairs, let's not talk about the national affairs. The new girls from the Orchid Fragrance Garden are not bad."

"Everyone under the age of twenty watched as the imperial court ordered them to slaughter slaves. "We …"

"Something's wrong. "It's not like five thousand years ago, it's not a mission to see the death of a head."

"The Zhu Family is not to be trifled with …"

"Are you going?"

"Go!"

The two youths conversing amongst the crowd walked slower and slower.

A white-robed cultivator was walking in their original position. His body was thin and his face was pale, but his eyes were bright and full of life.

He was the spiritual body after his rebirth, the current spiritual body. Of course, other than the slaves, no one knew his identity, and no one knew that he was the one who spread the rumor. Of course, this was not the only thing he had done.

Three riots, three failures. How could a slave without cultivation fight against soldiers that were as fierce as wolves or tigers? In order to realize their dreams, they had to form a team that was even stronger than they were a thousand years ago.

He clearly knew that he would have no chance in the Imperial Capital, but he still had to do it. For no other reason than to send a message to the world that the path of the ancient country's revival had begun.

There were three riots in a row, and the high-ranking officials of Earth City had already taken action. This was exactly what everyone wanted to see.

Eastern Soil City. The entrance to the imperial city's gold and silver resources. It is under the direct jurisdiction of the National Guard of the new Kingdom. "He is prepared to do it himself." "Zhu Clan, Zhu Clan, is that really you?"

In the East Continent's Beheading Square, it was filled with people. The oldest was no more than twenty years old, and the youngest was still in his mother's arms. On the high platform were rows of slaves, their bodies completely black. In each row stood the executioner. A lazy youth was sitting on the northern end of the platform.

Ling Du could not help but clench his teeth as he stood in the crowd. A kingdom like this could last for another five thousand years. He had no idea where the blood of that era had gone to.

"Mother, why did we come here? Who is kneeling on the high platform?" A tender voice entered his ears.

"Those kneeling are disobedient people. If you don't listen in the future, let the uncle with the big blade chop you up. "

"Don't! The big sabre is so scary!"

"Then will you still be naughty in the future?"

"I'll listen."

Heh heh, heh, the Spirit is trembling in the midst of the ear-piercing laughter. He slowly walked towards the mother and daughter pair.

When the woman saw someone walk over, she initially looked at him appreciatively, but after sensing his anger, she hugged the child tightly and retreated.

"Little girl, I tell you, they are heroes."

"Madman, move out of the way." The woman turned and continued to walk away from Ling Jun.

"What is a hero?" The little girl laid on her mother's shoulder and looked at her weird big brother with wide eyes.

"A man who is not afraid of death, a man who is not afraid of fighting is a hero," said Spirit.

"I'm just afraid that Mother will hit me."

"Little girl, shut up." As she spoke, the woman slapped the girl hard.

The little girl said loudly, "I'm not afraid of you hitting me. I want to be a hero."

The woman suddenly shouted, "There are traitors here, saying that slaves are heroes."

Ling Jun chuckled and strode towards the high platform. From the moment he had heard the little girl's question, he had been prepared to go on stage in this way.

To say that slaves were heroes? Who would be so daring!

Peng, a white-robed young man with empty hands landed on the stage. As long as you see him, you will never forget the look in his eyes. The vicissitudes of life exuded a domineering aura that overlooked everything. It was a look that did not match his age.

When Ling Jun landed on the ground, he was immediately surrounded by dozens of soldiers.

"I was wondering why the slaves suddenly wanted to fight back. Someone really is up to something. "What, do you want these beasts to die for you?" The sturdy youth who was originally sitting on the execution platform suddenly appeared in the encirclement.

The acupuncture-like pain of Ringju. "He is too familiar with the overseer's movements from before." Your surname is Zhu? "

"The whole world knows that my surname is Zhu." He saw that his spirit was trembling and immediately understood that this was just a farce of a man trying to attract attention.

"Is Zhu Xian dead?" Ling Jun asked in a low voice.

The supervisor shouted, "Those who directly address their ancestors by their name shall die!" With a wave of his right hand, a golden sword appeared in his hand.

When the soldier saw the supervisor taking out his weapon, he decisively retreated and hid 300 feet away to watch the show.

The people below the stage also retreated. The overseer was not even twenty years old. He was a young expert renowned throughout the capital. The Military Department's top ranker on the Star General Board tomorrow, Zhu Qiuyan. After the famous general, the future star. At the age of nineteen, he was already a powerhouse at the peak of Sword Management.