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Under the slightly nervous gaze of the other party, Dong Ditian also found a place to sit down at random, first slowly put the piano case aside, and then handed his right hand to the other party, also with the palm facing up.

The man in gray quietly changed his sitting position, staring closely at what happened next.

Dong Ditian smiled, and the lightning in his left hand flashed across the palm of his right hand, suddenly drawing a shallow scar, blood gushed out of it, it turned out to be the bright red of a normal human being!

The man in gray immediately stood up, and a dangerous aura followed. It was a dangerous smell full of evil spirits, like a hand protruding from the depths of hell to the earth, full of hostility that had been suppressed for thousands of years. It seems that at any moment in the next second, the owner of that hand, a huge and fierce spirit, will climb up to the ground and pounce on the creature in front of him.

However, this vicious aura soon stopped abruptly, because the blood gushing out of Dongditian's wound suddenly turned silver-gray. Compared with the man in gray, this silver-gray was deeper, and seemed to contain Pure power.

The smile on Dong Ditian's face became a bit playful, and the color of the blood on his hand suddenly turned bright red again, as if the silver gray that appeared before was completely an illusion in an instant.

The grey-clothed man's vicious aura emerged spontaneously again, this time with a lot more violence and staunchness. The moment his aura changed, Dong Ditian's blood color turned back to a deep silver-gray again.

The man in gray took off the hood on his head and said angrily, "Dong Ditian, you're playing tricks on me!"

This is a fairly handsome face. It is difficult to tell his real age if you just look at it at a glance. Only when you look closely, you can see the deep traces of time from the corners of the eyes and mouth. This face is because of Angry and distorted, he glared at Dong Ditian angrily, and the voice that should have been somewhat magnetic changed slightly.

The way of greeting between high-level undead demons was originally a kind of sacred dialogue, but Dong Ditian teased himself like a child's play, and the man in gray was furious.

Dong Ditian put his hands away, and when his hands were closed again, the wound healed quietly, the scars formed quickly, and then slowly returned to the original smoothness, as if he had never been injured.

The man in gray said coldly: "Dongditian, are you a human or a saint?"

Dong Ditian smiled and said, "Why must it be black and white? Can't I be both an undead and a human?"

The man in gray said, "What do you mean by that?"

Dong Ditian said indifferently: "Since you can find me, I believe you have understood my past. When I was Ye Ditian, I was a human being, and when I was Dong Ditian, I was an undead. But, to be precise , I am not them. Therefore, you can regard me as a new life form, a life form that hovers between life and death, and constantly seeks balance."

Recalling the color of Dong Ditian's blood when he finally stopped, the man in gray temporarily suppressed his hostility and asked coldly, "Then do you have a silver boiling point?"

The silver boiling point is a sign of high-level undead demons. Once the blood reaches the silver boiling point, life will come to an end.

Dong Ditian calmly said: "Of course there will be!"

The man in gray seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. In his opinion, no matter what kind of life Dong Ditian thought he was, as long as he had a silver boiling point, it should be a high-level undead demon.

He slowed down his tone, and said, "The Saint Clan Council wants to see you, so come with me!"

Dong Ditian smiled and said: "Then, don't you have to go through the dark red vortex, land on the Alans continent, go north, cross the Feilong desert, enter the undead sky, and then reach the seat of the council?"

The man in gray asked, isn't this nonsense?

He said in his mouth: "Could it be that you have another shortcut?"

Dong Ditian shook his head and said, "No! It's just that I don't really want to go. It's a waste of time, I'm very busy."

The man in gray glanced at the piano box under Dong Ditian's feet, and his voice was even colder: "Dong Ditian, you are playing those boring music all day long. Is this what you call busy?"

Dong Ditian said seriously: "I think this is very fulfilling, and I am very satisfied with this way of life. Or tell me, how can life become more meaningful?"

This question made the man in gray suffocate for a while. At this moment, he even flashed through his mind many, many years ago, when he was a human being, he was trying to save money for a living, but after a short period of distraction, he returned to reality Thinking of his current mission, he sneered coldly: "Dongditian, restoring the saint clan is the whole meaning of our life today. As a member of the saint clan, you have the obligation to contribute all your strength to this great mission! "

His voice gradually became firm, even fanatical, but Dong Ditian was unmoved, and just smiled: "Why do you want to impose a goal on yourself, especially a goal that seems difficult to achieve?"

The voice of the man in gray was full of anger: "Because this is the direction that the prophecy book pointed us to! Don't forget, you wrote the prophecy book a thousand years ago, you should come back in a thousand years and lead us again, and Instead of choosing to betray, escape on a small island, and live a life of doing nothing!"

Dong Ditian said thoughtfully: "Oh, so I wrote it! Prophecies are often inaccurate, so now I solemnly announce that this prophecy is invalid. You don't have to wait for the impossible future , you convey my words to the Undead Council!"

The man in gray was full of anger, slowly stood up again, and said fiercely: "Dongditian, you are as lost as expected, then we have to use force, what you want to say, explain it to the council yourself Right. However, I believe that as long as you return to the sky, you will naturally be able to return to yourself!"

When he said this, two other gray-clothed men walked out of the shadows around the competition, forming a three-legged posture, encircling Dongditian.

Dong Ditian didn't look back at the other person, as if he knew this earlier, but said seriously: "If you can't take me away, you will reach the silver boiling point earlier, have you considered it clearly?"

"..."

On the sea, the living room of the flame mercenaries.

Feng Qinglang had already walked slowly to the center of the living room, and he walked even slower. This red carpet road marked with flame marks seemed to be a road full of thorns, and there were traps and beasts everywhere. It will be completely beyond redemption.

At the end of the hall, Zhao Tan also went from being careless at the beginning, to watching with interest later, and now his expression has become solemn, as if he also experienced Feng Qinglang's every step with empathy.

Feng Qinglang didn't know what Zhao Qin wanted to do, but he knew that as long as he couldn't bear the pressure, or took a wrong step, Zhao Tan would immediately make a choice, either to kill himself, or to be targeted by someone else. Xingqing's actions will be carried out immediately.

The flames under her feet seemed to have come alive, with layers of lava rushing towards her one wave after another, accompanied by the pressure from her body and the pressure from the sea of ​​spirit, Feng Qinglang still seemed to be still alive. He is walking in a straight line, but in fact, every step is going around, drawing extremely subtle curves to avoid the attack of lava.

The old man in green at the entrance of the hall behind Feng Qinglang is even more shocking from his point of view. If the traces of Feng Qinglang's journey are combined, it must be a water magic pattern that restrains the flames. It is extremely dazzling !

When Feng Qinglang took another step smoothly and stepped into the center of the whole flame, Zhao Qin also slowly stood up, like a giant beast in the depths of the flame, and slowly opened his eyes.Under the slightly nervous gaze of the other party, Dong Ditian also found a place to sit down at random, first slowly put the piano case aside, and then handed his right hand to the other party, also with the palm facing up.

The man in gray quietly changed his sitting position, staring closely at what happened next.

Dong Ditian smiled, and the lightning in his left hand flashed across the palm of his right hand, suddenly drawing a shallow scar, blood gushed out of it, it turned out to be the bright red of a normal human being!

The man in gray immediately stood up, and a dangerous aura followed. It was a dangerous smell full of evil spirits, like a hand protruding from the depths of hell to the earth, full of hostility that had been suppressed for thousands of years. It seems that at any moment in the next second, the owner of that hand, a huge and fierce spirit, will climb up to the ground and pounce on the creature in front of him.

However, this vicious aura soon stopped abruptly, because the blood gushing out of Dongditian's wound suddenly turned silver-gray. Compared with the man in gray, this silver-gray was deeper, and seemed to contain Pure power.

The smile on Dong Ditian's face became a bit playful, and the color of the blood on his hand suddenly turned bright red again, as if the silver gray that appeared before was completely an illusion in an instant.

The grey-clothed man's vicious aura emerged spontaneously again, this time with a lot more violence and staunchness. The moment his aura changed, Dong Ditian's blood color turned back to a deep silver-gray again.

The man in gray took off the hood on his head and said angrily, "Dong Ditian, you're playing tricks on me!"

This is a fairly handsome face. It is difficult to tell his real age if you just look at it at a glance. Only when you look closely, you can see the deep traces of time from the corners of the eyes and mouth. This face is because of Angry and distorted, he glared at Dong Ditian angrily, and the voice that should have been somewhat magnetic changed slightly.

The way of greeting between high-level undead demons was originally a kind of sacred dialogue, but Dong Ditian teased himself like a child's play, and the man in gray was furious.

Dong Ditian put his hands away, and when his hands were closed again, the wound healed quietly, the scars formed quickly, and then slowly returned to the original smoothness, as if he had never been injured.

The man in gray said coldly: "Dongditian, are you a human or a saint?"

Dong Ditian smiled and said, "Why must it be black and white? Can't I be both an undead and a human?"

The man in gray said, "What do you mean by that?"

Dong Ditian said indifferently: "Since you can find me, I believe you have understood my past. When I was Ye Ditian, I was a human being, and when I was Dong Ditian, I was an undead. But, to be precise , I am not them. Therefore, you can regard me as a new life form, a life form that hovers between life and death, and constantly seeks balance."

Recalling the color of Dong Ditian's blood when he finally stopped, the man in gray temporarily suppressed his hostility and asked coldly, "Then do you have a silver boiling point?"

The silver boiling point is a sign of high-level undead demons. Once the blood reaches the silver boiling point, life will come to an end.

Dong Ditian calmly said: "Of course there will be!"

The man in gray seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. In his opinion, no matter what kind of life Dong Ditian thought he was, as long as he had a silver boiling point, it should be a high-level undead demon.

He slowed down his tone, and said, "The Saint Clan Council wants to see you, so come with me!"

Dong Ditian smiled and said: "Then, don't you have to go through the dark red vortex, land on the Alans continent, go north, cross the Feilong desert, enter the undead sky, and then reach the seat of the council?"

The man in gray asked, isn't this nonsense?

He said in his mouth: "Could it be that you have another shortcut?"

Dong Ditian shook his head and said, "No! It's just that I don't really want to go. It's a waste of time, I'm very busy."

The man in gray glanced at the piano box under Dong Ditian's feet, and his voice was even colder: "Dong Ditian, you are playing those boring music all day long. Is this what you call busy?"

Dong Ditian said seriously: "I think this is very fulfilling, and I am very satisfied with this way of life. Or tell me, how can life become more meaningful?"

This question made the man in gray suffocate for a while. At this moment, he even flashed through his mind many, many years ago, when he was a human being, he was trying to save money for a living, but after a short period of distraction, he returned to reality Thinking of his current mission, he sneered coldly: "Dongditian, restoring the saint clan is the whole meaning of our life today. As a member of the saint clan, you have the obligation to contribute all your strength to this great mission! "

His voice gradually became firm, even fanatical, but Dong Ditian was unmoved, and just smiled: "Why do you want to impose a goal on yourself, especially a goal that seems difficult to achieve?"

The voice of the man in gray was full of anger: "Because this is the direction that the prophecy book pointed us to! Don't forget, you wrote the prophecy book a thousand years ago, you should come back in a thousand years and lead us again, and Instead of choosing to betray, escape on a small island, and live a life of doing nothing!"

Dong Ditian said thoughtfully: "Oh, so I wrote it! Prophecies are often inaccurate, so now I solemnly announce that this prophecy is invalid. You don't have to wait for the impossible future , you convey my words to the Undead Council!"

The man in gray was full of anger, slowly stood up again, and said fiercely: "Dongditian, you are as lost as expected, then we have to use force, what you want to say, explain it to the council yourself Right. However, I believe that as long as you return to the sky, you will naturally be able to return to yourself!"

When he said this, two other gray-clothed men walked out of the shadows around the competition, forming a three-legged posture, encircling Dongditian.

Dong Ditian didn't look back at the other person, as if he knew this earlier, but said seriously: "If you can't take me away, you will reach the silver boiling point earlier, have you considered it clearly?"

"..."

On the sea, the living room of the flame mercenaries.

Feng Qinglang had already walked slowly to the center of the living room, and he walked even slower. This red carpet road marked with flame marks seemed to be a road full of thorns, and there were traps and beasts everywhere. It will be completely beyond redemption.

At the end of the hall, Zhao Tan also went from being careless at the beginning, to watching with interest later, and now his expression has become solemn, as if he also experienced Feng Qinglang's every step with empathy.

Feng Qinglang didn't know what Zhao Qin wanted to do, but he knew that as long as he couldn't bear the pressure, or took a wrong step, Zhao Tan would immediately make a choice, either to kill himself, or to be targeted by someone else. Xingqing's actions will be carried out immediately.

The flames under her feet seemed to have come alive, with layers of lava rushing towards her one wave after another, accompanied by the pressure from her body and the pressure from the sea of ​​spirit, Feng Qinglang still seemed to be still alive. He is walking in a straight line, but in fact, every step is going around, drawing extremely subtle curves to avoid the attack of lava.

The old man in green at the entrance of the hall behind Feng Qinglang is even more shocking from his point of view. If the traces of Feng Qinglang's journey are combined, it must be a water magic pattern that restrains the flames. It is extremely dazzling !

When Feng Qinglang took another step smoothly and stepped into the center of the whole flame, Zhao Qin also slowly stood up, like a giant beast in the depths of the flame, and slowly opened his eyes.