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Chapter 929 Talk Kindly, I Don't Care

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    Twelve heart-piercing desperate cries, this time they did not turn into a drifting bottle, but directly turned into an indescribable torrent of information, directly exploding between heaven and earth.

    No one can stop Twelve's roar, even if Emperor Taihao has been sitting there watching, he has nothing to do.

    Under the cloud platform, Qin Yang completely closed the distortion here, and the moment he sealed the authority of Zhiqu into the Fengshen Book, he saw another cloud platform appearing above.

    At the same time, a scream filled with despair exploded in his heart.

    "Good sir, run, this is a trap!"

    Almost instinctively, Qin Yang knew that this was Twelve's roar.

    However, before he could do anything, the world changed, and the road behind had disappeared.

    The clouds and mist in front of him dispersed, and a manor located on the cloud platform, with a sense of comfort in its simplicity, appeared.

    The gate of the manor opened slowly, and the divine light turned into a rainbow bridge, stretching from the front of the gate all the way to Qin Yang's feet.

    Qin Yang's heart was beating wildly, and he thought of many things in an instant.

    Twelve is not Taihao himself.

    It's a conspiracy.

    Taihao Tiandi himself is here now.

    This dog may not have left from the beginning to the end, and has been squatting here, watching, and sitting and watching the other great priests fall.

    But now, it's too late.

    It was impossible for him to escape.

    Just in an instant, without the slightest smoke and fire, he blocked the retreat, let him appear here directly, and Qin Yang knew that Taihao's strength was definitely not even the slightest bit stronger than him.

    Even if Taihao once fell in ancient times, and now he can't compare with the strength of the peak period, it is not comparable to ordinary titled Taoist monarchs.

    Complicated emotions, like a chain reaction, exploded in Qin Yang's heart instantly.

    Qin Yang thought almost instinctively, why did Taihao do this, and what is he waiting here for now?  What is his purpose?

    The speed of thinking soared in a straight line without opening the thinking formula.

    The Fujun on the side stretched out a hand and patted Qin Yang's shoulder, interrupting Qin Yang's bursting thoughts.

    "Relax." Fujun looked at the gate of the manor in front of him with a smile on his face: "After so many years, Taihao still has this virtue, so don't worry too much, let's go in and have a chat."

    After Fu Jun finished speaking, his voice, which seemed to be there, seemed to be nothing, and spoke at an extremely fast speed, resounded in Qin Yang's heart at the same time.

    "When something is unavoidable, remember to call Qin Kun."

    Without waiting for Qin Yang to say anything, the Lord Fu straightened his clothes, walked with his head held high, stepped onto the Hongqiao, and strode towards the manor.

    Qin Yang suppressed his thoughts, suppressed his beating heart, and his mouth felt a little bitter.

    Where can I call Qin Kun?

    It's over.

    Previously, I wanted to throw the blame on Qin Kun, but I didn't expect to shake it so thoroughly.

    The Fu Jun, this bastard, didn't think that Qin Kun really did it himself before.

    Looking at the Fujun who was walking forward without any fear, Qin Yang really wanted to say, you are just an incarnation.

    ? Looking at the distribution range of your avatars, losing an avatar is probably not a big deal.

    Lao Tzu's real body is here, and if he dies, he can only go to the Realm of the Dead to report.

    Qin Yang suppressed his emotions, calmed down, abandoned distracting thoughts, and his heart gradually calmed down.

    It's no big deal, the big deal is to abandon everything now and start all over again in the realm of the dead.

    Qin Yang glanced at it, and followed his Zhang Zhengyi all the way.

    "Junior Brother Zhang, you can go first. If I don't come back, you can tell others what happened here."

    Zhang Zhengyi was still a little dazed, wanting to say something, Qin Yang patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

    "What I'm going to face is Taihao, it's nothing more than death, but you can't die, do you understand?"

    You can't bet on whether Taihao has the ability to completely kill the current Zhang Zhengyi, nor can you gamble on whether Taihao has the ability to completely trap Zhang Zhengyi to death, so that he has no chance of committing suicide.

    He can die, but Zhang Zhengyi must not die.

    Qin Yang has always felt that Zhang Zhengyi's undead Divine Phoenix is ??too unreasonable. If he dies completely, he may not even have the chance to enter the realm of the dead.

    After the words fell, Qin Yang slapped Zhang Zhengyi on the forehead with a palm, and poured some information into him. After he was done, he directly let his spirit and body disappear, and disappeared here completely.??The power of all living beings is accumulated bit by bit until the world of the dead is opened up and the brewing of disasters is delayed.

    Unfortunately, he still failed, and the catastrophe finally came.  "

    The Fujun on the side has been silent, listening quietly, and sneered when he heard this.

    "So, your plan is to massacre the most human race in the world, hundreds of millions of people, regardless of gender, age or age, so that the race will be completely wiped out, so as to delay the coming of the hurricane.

    If necessary, you must kill all living beings except the gods, no, except yourself.

    So that the hurricane will be delayed forever.

    What a genius you are.

    Have you ever cared about even a little process?  Care about even one life?

    All you care about is the final result, and the sacrifices in the middle are unimportant.  "

    Taihao looked calm and unmoved. He looked at Fu Jun and asked seriously.

    "Is it a better choice for all living beings, regardless of gods or races, to die together?

    Before there is no better choice, my choice is already relatively the best choice.  "

    The two of them were very harmonious and didn't do anything, but just started a debate.

    But Qin Yang didn't care about their debate at all, and he didn't feel that he could stand in such a high position and coldly decide the life and death of other living beings.

    He just wants to do well what he is going to do now.

    "Emperor Taihao, I'm just an ordinary person, I just want to know, where is Twelve?"

    Twelve was lying in front of the window, no matter how he yelled, Qin Yang couldn't hear or see it.

    Suddenly, when she heard Qin Yang's words, she thought of something.

    Quickly came to the desk and wrote a letter.

    "Good sir, I'm right here."

    The letter floated out, turned into a peach petal, and flew out of the window.

    At the same time, a drift bottle exploded on Qin Yang's face at the same time.

    Feeling the letter in the drifting bottle, Qin Yang grinned.

    He raised his head and looked at the peach tree in front of him.

    He saw it.

    The drifting bottle is transformed from a petal.

    He saw it too.

    Twelve faces are printed on the petals.

    At this moment, what Twelve said at the beginning suddenly exploded in his heart.

    "I know where there is a fairy grass"

    "There is a fairy grass in Taihao, which is in the Heavenly Palace" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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