The end of the world begins with failing an exam.

Chapter 152 The Way to Enter the Palace

I run, you are going to kill me.

If I don't run, you still want to kill me.

Then why are you asking this question for nothing!
"Will you entertain me?" Chen Jing really wanted to have the courage to retort him, but looking at the long sword in Zhao Fuxian's hand, he swallowed the words very wisely.

Power is stronger than people.

When you have to endure, you have to endure.

Just wait until the old man finds them, and you see he won't lift your skull...

When Zhao Fuxian killed the last golden beetle, the insect corpses on the ground had piled up like fallen leaves.

The blood flowing in their bodies also seems to be golden.

Thick as grease.

Exudes a fragrance similar to sandalwood.

"How do you know my name?" Zhao Xuxian put the long sword into a silver scabbard made of alloy, and asked suspiciously.

"I said that I have admired you for a long time...do you believe it?" Chen Jing asked tentatively.

Zhao Xuxian didn't speak.

He just pulled out the long sword that had just been scabbard.

"Okay, if you don't believe me, I know."

"I didn't expect that in this era... there are still people who know my name..." Zhao Xuxian put the long sword back into the sheath again, and walked slowly to Chen Jing and looked at him.

At this time, Chen Jing was also silently looking at this ancient alchemist, and only after taking a closer look did he realize...he was just like a dummy.

Unlike the hanging city alchemist that appeared on TV.

His body feels heavy on plastic.

Maybe it's some kind of plastic-like metal?
The facial features are stiff and the face is rigid.

There is no hair on the white skin, and even pores do not exist. The slender and slender fingers have neither joints nor nails, and sometimes they are twisted into a strange arc...

Chen Jing looked at Zhao Fuxian's eyes as stiff as clay sculptures, and asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"Can we talk?"

"..."

"Although we had some unpleasant things before, I assure you that we have no ill intentions towards you." Chen Jing tried hard to squeeze a friendly smile on his face, and racked his brains to explain, "Actually, it was all a misunderstanding..."

"No misunderstanding."

Zhao Fuxian's tone of speech was still calm, and his tone was a straight line without too obvious cadence.

"You're blocking my eyes, so you deserve to die."

This kind of unceremonious answer made Chen Jing unable to deal with it all at once.

"You must also be attracted by Huang Wang's treasure..." Zhao Fuxian slowly turned his face to look at the weird building, "So you all deserve to die..."

"Are you also attracted by the treasure?"

Chen Jing asked subconsciously, but as soon as he finished asking, he regretted whether he shouldn't have asked.

It is safest to delay the time as much as possible in front of him, if he rashly provokes this ancient alchemist, he may have to pay for his life...

"There are no treasures here."

Zhao Fuxian said coldly, in his lifeless eyes, for the first time there was a look of fanaticism.

"Here is the only way to become 'Tianzun'!"

"Tianzun?" Chen Jing looked at him like a lunatic, and suddenly felt that the script used by this ancient alchemist was different from his own?
Zhao Pseudo nodded, but the answer was extremely patient.

"That is the god in your eyes."

"Like Huang Wang?" Chen Jing asked.

"That's right, he is a Heavenly Venerable." Zhao Puppet Immortal replied, "His strength is far above the old kings..."

When Chen Jing heard this, he probably sensed the taste. The "Tianzun" in the mouth of Zhao Fuxian should be what their ancient alchemists called the gods... No, maybe as long as they reach a certain level, they will become the "Tianzun" in their eyes. ".

"I have waited here for endless years, just to see the avenue of immortality left by the Yellow King..."

"From the old days to modern times... you have been here all the time?"

"Yes."

Zhao Fuxian didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Chen Jing, and he was very patient in the face of inquiries.

"As long as I can become Heavenly Venerable, I have no complaints no matter how long I wait."

After all, Zhao Fuxian suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the weird giant building.

"But it's a pity that King Huang rejected me, and I can't even step into his palace until today..."

Hearing this, Chen Jing couldn't help muttering in his heart.

It turns out that this seemingly religious building is not a church...it is actually a palace?
"Why can't I step into his palace?" Chen Jing asked tentatively.

"No keys."

Zhao Fuxian's electronically synthesized voice trembled slightly, which was enough to prove that his emotions fluctuated violently.

"I was imprisoned here... Trapped here... I didn't know how many years passed... To enter his palace, I still need a damn key! Niang Ganlin!"

"..."

Chen Jing was stunned for a while when he heard the modern curse from Zhao Fuxian's mouth, but Zhao Xuxian didn't seem to see Chen Jing's strange expression, and still cursed with an electronically synthesized voice "gritting his teeth".

"Damn Huang Wang!"

"Being killed by the Outer God is what he deserves!"

"He should have fallen at the end of the old days!"

"That... Zhao Xian... Zhao Zhenren!" Chen Jing suddenly had a slightly sinister idea, and the smile on his face became real, "Do you know what that key looks like?"

"know."

Zhao Fuxian seemed to be immersed in his own emotions, staring at the ancient palace.

"I found an ancient tablet near the courtyard, which recorded the method of entering the palace, and also recorded part of the key's information... Although the information is very vague, I probably know what the key looks like."

The records are vague?
Chen Jing looked at Zhao Fuxian thoughtfully, and suddenly felt that there was still a chance for this matter.

"Can I enter the palace with a key?"

"Yes."

"Is there a price to pay?" Chen Jing asked calmly, "It's like we need to pay a price for using old relics..."

"Old relic?" Zhao Fuxian seemed to feel that this word was very strange, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Is it a magic weapon? A treasure? Or what?"

When Chen Jing heard this, he could only bite the bullet and explain the concept of relics to him.

But fortunately, Zhao Fuxian is not stupid, and he understood it soon.

"No price required."

Zhao Fuxian's tone became a little impatient, as if he lost the interest to continue chatting with Chen Jing, and slowly drew out the long sword at his waist as if he was about to strike.

"It's just opening the door with a key! How can there be any price!"

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

Chen Jing hastily raised his hands to express his surrender, a faint excitement hidden under his panicked expression.

"The key you mentioned seems to be with me!"

In just an instant, Zhao Xuxian stopped raising his hand and waving his sword.

"You... have the key to enter the palace?"

"Yes! This is true!"

Chen Jing was still trembling when he spoke.

This trembling may be due to fear in Zhao Fuxian's eyes, but only Chen Jing knows that this is uncontrollable excitement.

"How could we rashly come to Huangwang Court without the key?!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Jing quickly untied his backpack and took out the "key to the door" under Zhao Puppet's suspicious gaze.

"The key you mentioned... is this one?"

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