After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 148
Song Jingmo and Wu Yi also arrived near the City Lord's Mansion.

There was residual resentment near the city lord's mansion, which made Song Jingmo feel bad.

When I really stepped in and saw the two people who fainted and fainted, I was even more shocked.

Nothing can happen to these two people.

Intuition told Song Jingmo that if something went wrong between these two people, something would be irreparable.

Wu Yi is more experienced in detecting the injuries of the wounded, but within a few breaths, the physical condition of the two can be checked clearly.

"The destructive aura of Thunder Tribulation remains in the city lord's body, and this destructive aura is canceling out the power of merit, barely allowing the body to maintain the status quo and not continue to deteriorate."

In the past, Wu Yi was also the favored son of heaven who attracted much attention, and there was also a spiritual cultivator who consciously broke through the hopeless life and led Lei Jie in front of him, in order to let him have more understanding of Lei Jie, and increase his own success in surviving the disaster. Calculate.

Before the Ling Emperor, raising one's cultivation level did not necessarily mean passing the catastrophe.

After Emperor Ling, if he was not careful, he would attract thunder and calamity.

Especially the Lingdi, whose cultivation base is close to the Holy Spirit, such a person can almost destroy a city by raising his hand. The mainland, which has already lacked a lot of spiritual energy, can no longer withstand such combat power, and desperately hopes that such a life will return to heaven and earth. to make up for its own shortcomings.

The will of heaven is also the will of the world, and it will instinctively want to struggle when it is on the verge of life and death.

So ever since the Tianjiao of all races entered the big formation and incarnated spiritual energy to repair the continent ten thousand years ago, the will of the world has remembered this self-help method.

So what if the effect is a drop in the bucket?The will of the world doesn't care about the lives of unrelated people. One counts as one, and one counts as one. If it can last longer, it is worthwhile.

The aura of spiritual practice is absorbed from the world and should be returned to it.

In the nothingness, a formless existence stared at a certain place on the mainland, and snorted coldly.

Thunder exploded on the ground.

Song Jingmo subconsciously covered his ears.

The thunder was deafening, but there was no lightning.

Even because of the thunder, the sky outside looked brighter.

Song Jingmo didn't understand the meaning of Jinglei, but Song Qingyan was very familiar with it.

Song Qingyan set up a table in Wanshouzhu to cook tea and drink tea, and a phantom figure sat opposite.

"What's the warning? It's just incompetence and rage." She sneered, with subtle hatred in her eyes.

In ten thousand years, she also knew many things.

For example, when repairing the cracks in the continent, it was not necessary to drain their vitality, but because of selfishness, Tiandao directly extracted the last trace of vitality. If it hadn't been for the human race's arrogance to react to something wrong, she would not have been one of the survivors.

Even if it exists in this form.

Song Qingyan clearly knew that he was also an existence that the will of heaven could not tolerate.

It's like a piece of cake that has already belonged. When it comes to the mouth, a large piece is snatched away abruptly. After tasting the taste of the cake, you know the benefits of the cake, and other small snacks can only be stuffed between the teeth.

The piece of cake that was taken away has also become an obsession, and as time goes on, the obsession is also deepening.

Therefore, Song Qingyan needs to use a lot of luck to cover himself and avoid attracting the attention of heaven.

Song Qingyan has no doubt that once she appears in Tiandao's sight, Tiandao will lose most of her sanity and turn her into pure aura to nourish herself.

But how could she let Tiandao get what she wanted?

Her family, friends, and lover have all become the nourishment of heaven in ten thousand years.

All living beings respect the world in which they were born, but Song Qingyan doesn't think that such a world is worthy of her respect and dedication.

Song Qingyan once wanted to let the world shatter, who wouldn't do it?What's so difficult about making it bad?

Wouldn't it be better to just do nothing most of the time, just push at a few key points without anyone noticing it, and let everyone finish playing together?

But Song Qingyan lingered for a long time in the lonely Tomb of the Gods, looked at the statues, and finally made a decision.

She misses those friends from thousands of years ago.

So, she hoped that the day they would meet again.

The figure on the opposite side didn't speak, seeing the sadness in Song Qingyan's expression, he refilled tea for Song Qingyan.

"Everything will be fine."

If Song Jingmo paid attention to what happened in the Beast Orb, he would find that the voice of the figure was somewhat familiar.

Unwilling to give up, Tiandao threw two more thunders, and found that each of them had merit and luck to protect them. His own thunders did not hurt these people at all when they were not thrown on target. A wisp of will evacuated.

"Qingyan! Let's see if this person can be saved!" Song Jingmo subconsciously regarded Li Mu who fell on the ground as the lord of Discord City. Hearing the pessimistic situation described by Wu Yi, he hurriedly shouted.

After Song Qingyan finished drinking the tea in the cup, he bowed his hands to the figure on the opposite side, and released the Beast Orb.

There was still some heavenly aura left outside, Song Qingyan looked a little cold, Ruyu's fingers touched Li Mu's wrist lying on the ground.

"It's not a serious problem, it's over-consumed, and it'll be fine after two days of raising it."

Hearing what Song Qingyan said, Song Jingmo was stunned for a moment, and then saw that the face of the other person in the room was obviously worse, so he scratched his head embarrassedly and said: "It seems that I made a mistake, Qingyan will take a look for that girl .”

Wu Yi's expression didn't change much when he saw Song Qingyan's appearance, but he said slightly teasingly: "What? Misidentified the city lord?"

"I've never met the city lord of Disorder City, so it's normal to admit mistakes." Song Jingmo was not very confident.

"Not many people know about the fact that the Lord of Discord City is a woman." Wu Yi didn't waste any time on this matter, he explained casually, and then helped Li Mu who was still lying on the ground up.

"Miss Song seems to know this person?"

"I met him once in the dungeon." Song Jingmo couldn't think of any other details that he had overlooked, so he briefly summed it up.

Wu Yi didn't pay much attention after hearing this, and after letting go of his soul power to search the surrounding area, he transmitted the message to the three teams still in other urban areas and returned to the dungeon.

The ground is already safe.

If he stayed in the dungeon again, he would be even more worried about the safety of most people.

"It seems that the city lord attracted the sanctified Lei Jie, who dispersed the cloud of resentment and forced back the attack on Disorder City." Sitting on the other side of the table, Wu Yi calmly analyzed.

"Before we left the dungeon, the thunder disaster was over. What were the thunderclaps before?" Song Jingmo always felt that there was something wrong with those thunderclaps, and she could even hear her frustration.

Song Qingyan fed two elixir to Wuchang, slowly dissipating the power of the medicine and said slowly: "That's a warning, and it's also impotent rage."

In order not to jump too far on Tiandao's sensitive nerves and attract crazy retaliation, Song Qingyan carefully omitted the subject.

Song Jingmo was a little confused, whose warning?warning what?Who is impotent and furious?

It feels like Qing Yan is serious about what he said, as if the matter is really the same.

It seems that this is also equivalent?
Wu Yi understood what Song Qingyan said, looked up at the sky, and sneered.

"It's useless for nothing but playing these tricks."

Now it is strangely replaced by Song Qingyan. From the information Song Qingyan has learned about Wu Yi, there is no enmity between Wu Yi and Tiandao. Wu Yi can even be said to be Tiandao's darling—the kind that is carefully cultivated as food. .

But people who don't know the secret behind it will not think about it, they will only think that they are talented and lucky, and they are the favored son of heaven who is favored by heaven.

When Song Qingyan collected information before, he often heard such remarks. At that time, Song Qingyan also had the same expression as Wu Yi.

"Some people think that they are the favored ones of heaven, but they didn't expect to end up in the vegetable basket." Song Qingyan chuckled lightly, and spoke sarcastically.

Wu Yi was not too surprised that Song Qingyan would say such a thing.

He had experienced quite a lot, and he also had contact with some things. After he returned to Beixuan Lingyuan again, the mysterious vice president appeared and brought him an appointment from the president.

Many top-secret records of Beixuan Lingyuan were open to him, and the answers to questions that had been doubted but not answered before were found in them.

Why are there fewer and fewer spiritual cultivations that break through to spiritual cultivation?

Why is the number of Wuxiu vaguely surpassing that of Lingxiu, but their status has always been low?
Why did some strong men with spiritual cultivations walk outside before, but they all disappeared in the end?

It turned out that there was the same hand behind manipulating all this.

Ten thousand years ago, apart from the monster race in the wasteland, the human race suffered the most.

The human race has the largest number of spiritual cultivation, but it is difficult to compare with the spiritual cultivation of other races in terms of individual strength. The real powerhouses have to stay in command, so those who enter the big formation are all young human race arrogance.

But no one thought that Tiandao had tampered with the big formation, binding the luck of the human race with the Tianjiao of the human race, and almost swallowed up the luck of the human race.

No one knows what happened in the final battle, the luck of being swallowed by the human race has only returned partly.

As the luck of a family weakens, the luck of an individual will naturally be affected.

Therefore, other races can still hear rumors of an old monster breaking through to the Holy Spirit, but in the human race, it has never happened again.

The innate conditions of the human race are not as good as other races. The only thing that can be praised is wisdom, coupled with the strength of concerted efforts, it is extremely difficult to approach the original truth step by step.

The way of heaven swallowed the luck of the human race.

Also deceived all living beings.

Those Tianjiao could have survived and become new hope.

But Tiandao's appetite is too great, and it is not enough to absorb the spiritual energy, and he must also plunder it along with the vitality.

This is the incarnation of the will of the world!This is clearly no different from the demons coveting life outside the territory!
Wu Yi still remembers how shocked he was at that time, his heart was almost unstable for a while, and his inner demons quietly grew.

Beixuan Lingyuan houses the portraits of Tianjiao of various races who resolutely went to the barren land ten thousand years ago.

The Tianjiao of the Shen family is exactly the same as the one in front of him.

Shen Qingyan.

Wu Yi remembered the name.

This name cannot be mentioned, because it will attract a touch of will from Heaven.

It was also because of this discovery that the human race began to search for various clues, and finally confirmed that someone in the formation survived.

This news was concealed by the human race and became a core secret that only a very few people knew.

"The hope of the human race is here." The vice president lay on the rocking chair, looking at Wu Yi peacefully.

Wu Yi subconsciously wanted to escape.

However, if he doesn't take over this responsibility, is he going to hand over such a heavy responsibility to those students whose shoulders are more immature?

"Many people are old, and even more people are already dead." The deputy dean spoke of these tragic events with a flat expression.

This is an inevitable sacrifice.

The latecomers will also bear the expectations of their predecessors and the expectations of the entire human race to complete this mission.

"What do I need to do?" Wu Yi asked with difficulty.

"Follow your heart."

Finally, when Wu Yi came out of the most mysterious library building of Beixuanlingyuan, he became the new vice president of Beixuanlingyuan, with the power in his hand second only to the dean.

Song Qingyan saw what he wanted to know, looked away, and disappeared in place.

Only then did Wu Yi regain his composure, and found that he had been in a trance just now when they were staring at each other. He was startled, and then he was full of helplessness.

There is nothing to let the other party know about these messages.

Apart from being alarmed by the huge gap in strength between himself and the opponent, Wu Yi really couldn't do anything.

……

The news had already been sent back to the dungeon, and people gradually moved from the dungeon to the ground, looking at the falling sunlight, crying bitterly while covering their faces.

During this time, it was like a nightmare.

Fortunately, they lived to see hope.

Not many people chose to leave. Watching people start to rebuild Chaos City, Wu Yi asked the students to help.

Most of these students are spiritual cultivation of attributes, and they are very good at tinkering.

Before actually leaving for the place where the training results were finally tested, everyone in the Qingling Sect approached Wu Yi and made a request.

Wu Yi looked at these young people with green faces but firm eyes, and agreed to their request.

When they followed the resentment and finally arrived near a city, everyone had the same expression.

Along the way, they visited several villages where fires broke out, and there are still grievances in those places for a long time.

After entering the city like everyone else, Song Jingmo looked at the city where the citizens seemed to live and work in peace and contentment, and looked at the city lord's mansion full of resentment.

Wu Yi moved out of his identity as the vice president of Beixuan Lingyuan, and was warmly received by the people from the City Lord's Mansion.

In the City Lord's Mansion, they met the City Lord of this city.

The city lord is kind and righteous.

That is to say, in order to prolong his life, the city lord with such a face took all the nearby women into one place, forced them to give birth to children, took the placenta, and used the fetus to refine medicine to continue their lives. Just burn the body and bury it.

The dead woman had great grievances, and she had soaring grievances.

The city lord controlled these grievances and refined them into a hole card in his hand. In order not to let people notice the abnormality, the city lord extended his hand to other cities and the small villages attached to the city.

Those villages were first forced to hand over the young women in the village, and then they were slaughtered to cover up the traces, and the whole village was reduced to ashes in the fire.

Nobody remembers what happened.

Only the controlled Wraith remembers.

Hate, hate, how can I not hate...

(End of this chapter)