Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1596
In an understatement, San Shenzi heard someone say the fact that he defeated Luo Xue and Xiaomei.

Incredible.

Looking at the mortals in front of him, it became even more unbelievable.

But the next moment, Shenba and Shenying suddenly realized.

If he is a mortal, how can he have the courage and strength to face the three of them?

While the gods were sizing up Zuoqiu Heng carefully, they were also releasing their own aura, feeling a sense of trepidation in their hearts.

No matter how his aura changes, the other party is indifferent and does not show his aura to resist.

It seems that the other party ignores his momentum.

It seemed that his own aura did not detect the existence of the other party.

Closing his eyes, telepathic, the god became more and more frightened, because he really didn't notice the existence of the other party.

It seems that the other party is an ordinary grass, an inconspicuous stone.

But it was such an ordinary thing that gradually gave him great pressure.

"God Kong Ming, please enlighten me."

After an unknown amount of time, the god opened his eyes and clasped his fists.

Zuoqiu Heng also cupped his fists, and said with a smile, "Another place?"

Watching Shenming and Zuoqiu Heng leave, Shenba and Shenying looked at each other in shock.

"How could there be such a person?"

"Luo Xue, little sister, are you really defeated?"

"Impossible, this kind of news can't be hidden!"

……

The two were hesitating whether to go to Shen Wushuang when the god appeared.

Looking at the gods, the eyes of the two are full of disbelief!

At this time, the god was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his robe was broken, his face was pale, and his eyes were in a trance.

"God..."

The god murmured in a trance: "I lost."

How long has it been!

Shenba Shenying was dumbfounded.

"130 two moves..." Shenming lost his mind and said to himself.

When the two heard this, their throats squirmed.

130 two strokes...

If you accept it forcefully, you can also accept this unbelievable fact.

"He gave me a hundred tricks..."

The two were struck by lightning.

"how is this possible!"

"Roll blood can't do it!"

The god gradually came back to his senses, feeling the heart that had fallen into a trough, shook his head and said: "The same is the Immortal Dzogchen, the cultivation base is not much different, but facing him, I have a feeling of powerlessness..."

"how is this possible!"

Shenying couldn't believe that in the same situation, there would be an existence that would make the gods powerless!

Shenba laughed in disbelief: "It looks like a mortal, god you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the eyes of the gods suddenly became clear, bursting into a ball of brilliance!
"I know, the key is his mortal breath!"

The Continent of Witches.

Merchant team.

Xie Tian was in a trance.

Trance comes from the words of the old witch.

After confirming that the old witch wasn't talking about fooling himself, Xie Tian fell into a trance.

"Practice, life..."

With his wisdom, he could easily understand the meaning of the old witch's words and agree with them.

He pondered the stone carvings with the heart of practice.

Even extending it, since he was 12 years old, he thinks almost everything he does with a spiritual attitude and puts it into practice.

This method is the only way for him to become stronger, and it is even a shortcut.

He really got his wish and became extraordinarily strong.

But now, an old wizard who is not good at fighting but only stone carving told him that he was wrong.

He wanted to object.

diligent.

hard work.

Sleepless nights.

Positive thinking.

use as you learn.

Japanese enlightenment.

Lessons Learned.

Persevere.

Not arrogant or impetuous.

Not discouraged.

Go forward courageously.

……

From the standpoint of an outsider, Xie Tian summed up his attitude towards cultivation.

He believes that whatever you do, you will at least do it better with these attitudes.

But thinking of those stone carvings that the old witches didn't even want to look at, Xie Tian realized that he seemed to be really wrong.

Based on this, he dropped the rebuttal.

So he started thinking, what is life.

"Life……"

Muttering the word softly, savoring it carefully, Xie Tian suddenly realized that he seemed too far away from life.

What's even more ridiculous is that it seems that the first 12 years of my life are the most tragic, so I can get hooked on these two words.

After the age of 12, he began to practice and embarked on the road of killing.

Until now, killing people is like hemp, and killing immortals is like hemp.

In my memory, if I am not killing people, I am practicing, if I am not practicing, I am calculating, if I am not calculating, I am killing...

Xie Tian mourned for the monotony of his life for a while, then his blood eyes regained clarity, and he looked around.

I don't have a life, so I use my eyes to see what life is.

In the merchant team, the docile beasts pulled the carts, creaking and creaking.

The little kids were full of energy, they fought like girls, they cried when they lost, and they looked excited when they won.

The expressions of the old people are serene. Sometimes they look at the little boy with soft eyes, and sometimes they look at the young guy with sighs, as if saying that they were once young.

The women were a little frowning, muttering something in their mouths, and looked like they were calculating.

The soldiers held their heads high and looked around sharply, turning their heads sometimes, as if seeing their relatives, their eyes softened slightly.

The leaders were frowning, and after taking a look at the elites of the tribe, they sighed secretly, as if they had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck.

There are also some who are skilled at sitting in the car, knitting something quickly with their hands, and chatting with others at the same time.

The old witch walked slowly, holding a knife trembling in one hand, and holding a stone in the other, carving stones at will.

finish watching.

listen.

"Wow, woo..."

The cries of the tame desolate beasts seem to be complaining about the hardships of life, and they seem to be muttering that they are not full.

"Jiao Da, it's a man who came out to fight me, bullying my brother is nothing!"

"Hit and hit, free food, don't think that I'm afraid of you with my horns!"

The little fart children are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Hey, this horn is big, the hair is not fully grown, and the temper is so hot..."

"Hehe, just like his father."

"Hey, I think we didn't all come here like this back then, but now we are old, old..."

"Old Mao Lao, who ate half of the desolate beast in one go yesterday, and it stinks so shamelessly when you are old?"

Old people like to recall and are used to teasing.

"Hey, I didn't get enough salt in the last tribe, I don't know if the next tribe can get enough..."

"The man who killed a thousand knives finally made some money to buy a piece of cloth, but he used it to drink, and it's hard for outsiders to deal with him. After returning, hum..."

"Sister-in-law Jiao, Jiaoda is so strong, what do you usually feed?"

"Hey, eat his mother for nothing, this is the secret of my tribe, you can't say..."

Women are either haggling or chattering.

"Hey, who is that little body refiner?"

"How do I know, like a plague god, he haunts me as soon as he arrives at the market, and asks me to teach stone carving..."

"Have you taught?"

"How is it possible, this is something to eat, but I didn't refuse, I just let him see, hey, let me tell you, his wine tastes really good, and the alcohol is strong enough, but I lied to him..."

"The older you get, the more shameless you become. You don't teach skills, and you cheat on food and drink!"

"Hey, if he is really suitable, how can I not teach? But if you look at him, doesn't he feel that he is out of place?"

"Well, it's really..."

"That's right. I want to teach this kind of person, but he can't even learn it. He's not like us at all... Ouch, my stomach hurts. Let's chat later. Let's have a break first..."

(End of this chapter)