Chapter 1785： court

Chapter 1785 Showing Goodwill

"You wrote the contents of that scroll?" Zhang Lu suddenly asked.

"Scroll?"

"A scroll that records Tianyun." Zhang Lu described it.

"You're talking about... More than one million years ago, a ten thousand-level kid brought out the scroll of the Apocalypse Altar, right?" Tianling said: "Yes, the content on the scroll was written on purpose by me."

Zhang Lu wondered: "Why do you do this?"

Tianling was silent for a while and said, "Because... there is not much time left for Hunmeng."

"What's the meaning?"

"It is inevitable that the deity will fall and Hunmeng will die. Although I have tried my best to revive the deity, this process has been hindered and destroyed too much." Tianling said: "This also led to the destruction of Hunmeng. The speed is increasing, and maybe after millions of Hunji, or even hundreds of thousands of Hunji, Hunmeng will completely perish."

Turning around, Tianling stared at Zhang Lu seriously: "I originally planned to control that little guy from the Ten Thousand Layers Realm when he broke into the Heavenly Tomb, but considering the world's misunderstanding of the Heavenly Tomb, I finally let him leave on purpose. , and let him take that scroll away, hoping to spread the true effect of the Heavenly Tomb, or in other words, the Altar of Apocalypse, through him."

Speaking of this, Tianling sighed: "Unfortunately that little guy doesn't seem to understand what I mean..."

It wanted to use the power of the countless muddlers in the entire muddy fog to stimulate the power of the altar of the apocalypse to the greatest extent and resurrect the muddy master, but after the scroll was taken away from the heavenly tomb by the king of the east, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

"Is that just the case?" Zhang Lu was dubious.

"Or else?" Tianling asked back.

Zhang Lu's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know whether to believe in Tianling.

Because everything Tianling said is empty vernacular, and there is nothing to prove that what it said is true.

"You don't believe me, it's normal." Tianling was not surprised or annoyed by Zhang Lu's doubts, he calmly said: "I just want to resurrect the deity, as for the rest, I don't care at all, what I do Everything is only for this matter. You can distrust me, but I hope you will not prevent me from resurrecting the deity."

It became serious and said: "The life and death of the deity is related to the survival of Hunmeng. If the Apocalypse plan fails, then the entire Hunmeng will be completely destroyed."

"You said that everything you did was to revive the Lord of Chaos." Zhang Lu asked, "Then why did you control those celestial tomb puppets to kill so many Chaos masters?"

Outside the canyon at the entrance of the Heavenly Tomb, Zhang Lu still remembers the mountains of corpses piled up.

"Because I need the Qi of Life." Tianling explained patiently: "The altar of Apocalypse needs the Qi of Life to maintain. The more Qi of Life, the more powerful the altar of Apocalypse can be. The way to obtain it is to kill the muddy masters... The eight-star giants barely touched the threshold of the nature of creation, and the nine-star muddlers understood the nature of creation to a more profound level, and they were all able to provide the altar of the apocalypse with the necessary creations Support, when the mysteries of good fortune accumulate to a certain level, they can transform into higher-level mysteries of good fortune, and finally combine with the qi of life, which can reverse yin and yang, and reverse life and death. Therefore, to obtain the qi of life, you can only kill the cultivation base lower."

Under the eight stars, sacrifice life and provide the breath of life.

Eight-star giants, offering sacrifices to good fortune and providing the mystery of good fortune.

In short, when you arrive at the Heavenly Tomb, basically don’t think about leaving. Except for a few lucky people, most of them are either obliterated or become puppets of the Heavenly Tomb.

Zhang Lu frowned: "I can understand that you want to resurrect the Lord of Chaos, but is it too much to take away the freedom and even life of those who control the chaos without authorization?"

"But this is the only way." Tianling said calmly: "You must know that the muddy fog is heading for destruction, I am in a race with death, any method that can speed up the resurrection of the deity, I must try. Those who control muddy though They are dead, but it is their honor to have contributed to the resurrection of the deity. If they do not die, if they cannot revive the deity before the complete destruction of Hunmeng, then not only those low-star controlers will die, but the whole of Hunmeng will be destroyed. People can survive."

Tianling said lightly: "I don't think it's wrong to exchange the lives of some people for the survival of more people and the survival of the entire Hunmeng."

Speaking of this, Tianling took a deep look at Zhang Lu and said: "You have to remember that although you are not a shadowy clone at your peak, you are still a shadowy clone, don't confuse yourself with those low-dimensional creatures, Kindness to them would only seem ridiculous."

"Perhaps." Zhang Lu was noncommittal. Although he was also a clone of Hunmeng, he couldn't accept the idea of ​​Tianling.

Tianling also seemed to see Zhang Lu's insincere words, it didn't bother about this matter, but said: "You can disagree with my opinion, but I hope you don't come to stop me, because to resurrect the deity, you must To do this, there is no second way, if you stop me, then even if you are my kind, I will not be soft-handed, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

It said so much to Zhang Lu, probably because he regarded Zhang Lu as his own kind and did not feel the threat of Zhang Lu. Otherwise, Zhang Lu might have been obliterated by it when he first set foot on the tomb.

"Stop?" Zhang Lu shook his head, "You look down on me too much. With your strength, I can stop what you want to do?"

At first he also suspected that Tianling was unable to attack him because he was severely injured.

But now he has completely changed his mind.

Tianling is not incapable of killing him, but he has never thought of killing him, otherwise, even if he has 10,000 lives, it is not enough for Tianling to kill him.

Not to mention the unfathomable strength of the Heavenly Spirit itself, just the group of ten thousand level puppets, the tens of thousands of hundred and thousand level puppets, is enough to make Zhang Lu go back and forth.

"It's good if you understand." Tianling said: "I'm afraid that you will ignore the difference in strength and force the action. To be honest, although your deity has not yet reached the level of controlling the fog, but since you have already set foot on this road, sooner or later you will be able to achieve control. The level of Hunmeng is no less than my deity. If it is not necessary, I really don't want to be your enemy, and I don't want to be hostile to you."

Tianling is afraid of Zhang Yu, or in other words, it is afraid of Zhang Yu's potential.

Zhang Lu's previous actions in the Heavenly Tomb were clearly visible to him. As the clone of the Lord of Hun Meng, he knew very well that the teleportation wormhole constructed by Zhang Lu was likely to be connected to another Hun Meng, or A rudimentary hazy, if it is an enemy of Zhang Yu, then as long as Zhang Yu has been hiding in that hazy, it can't help Zhang Yu. When Zhang Yu walks out of that hazy, it will fall.

This is the real reason why it didn't move!

"I thought you only said so much because we were of the same kind." Zhang Lu raised his eyebrows.

"There are indeed factors in this regard, but more of it is because of your deity." Tianling did not hide his thoughts at all, "A future lord of the obscurity, if he can not offend, it is better not to offend him."

"Then what if... the future Lord of Hun Meng must stop you from resurrecting your deity?" Zhang Lu was very interested.

"Then I can only say I'm sorry." Tianling didn't hesitate, "Nothing is more important than resurrecting my deity. Even if I offend a future lord of the fog, I will not hesitate." Its tone was very calm, But in that calm, there was a trace of killing intent.

Zhang Lu's heart trembled for a while, and then he squeezed out a smile: "Haha, I'm joking, don't take it seriously."

Tianling is noncommittal: "I hope you are really joking."

"By the way, I heard that there was a mysterious person who broke into the heavenly tomb, fought with you, and even severely injured you." Zhang Lu changed the subject and asked, "I want to know who was injured. You? With your strength, in this mess, is there really someone who can compete with you and even hurt you?"

"You know a lot of things!" Tian Ling gave Zhang Lu a deep look, and his tone became serious: "Can you tell me, who told you about this?"

"Does this matter?"

"important."

"It was told to me by a puppet from the Heavenly Tomb." Zhang Lu said, "I removed the dead tomb for him... the energy of life. After he regained consciousness, he told me this."

Tianling breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Lu stared at Tianling with a burning gaze: "Now, can you answer my question?"