Cang Yuantu: I turn into ice and take charge of killing

"That is why we will gather the strength of ten thousand people to help one person reach the sky." Zhihua said and turned his head to look at Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan faced Zhihua's gaze, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, thinking in his heart.

What a great but cruel thing that helps one person reach the sky with the help of thousands of people.

Are the lives of those geniuses who came to Yuanchu City so unremarkable?

How innocent are they?

Meng Chuan's breathing gradually became rapid, and his chest was fluctuating violently.

He thought of those geniuses who came to Yuanchu City with full of longing. Each of them had dreams and their eyes were filled with expectations for the future.

They bid farewell to their hometown, farewell to their loved ones, and embark on this journey full of unknowns.

I thought it was a path to pursue glory and strength, but I never thought it might be just a stepping stone to others reach the top.

"Zhihua, can the lives of thousands of people be sacrificed so easily?" Meng Chuan's voice trembled slightly, mixed with anger and reluctance.

"Each of them has their own stories, people and things they want to protect. How can we play with their destiny in the palm of our hands for such a high-sounding reason?"

One young face after another appeared in his mind, sweating profusely on the cultivation field, gritting his teeth and persevering in the dilemma.

The purpose is to be able to make a fortune in this world where the strong are respected.

But now, their efforts and efforts may be just to achieve the so-called "one person to ascend to the sky".

"Is this fair?" Meng Chuan stared at Zhihua directly, as if he wanted to find the answer in her eyes.

"If you and I were sacrificed, and the most important people around us, how should we feel?"

Meng Chuan kept asking himself in his heart, is such a world and such rules really correct?

My persistence and hard work have always seemed so small and powerless in the face of this cruel reality.

"Of course it's not fair."

Zhihua narrowed her eyes slightly, and a trace of undetectable pain flashed in her eyes, "But Meng Chuan, do you think I would like to see such a situation? Do you think I don't feel sorry for those who have dreams like us?"

Zhihua raised his head slightly, as if suppressing the tears that were about to burst out.

"The world we live in is targeted by the powerful demon race.

Their power is too terrifying. If we cannot cultivate top-notch players as soon as possible.

Everyone will become the fish on the table of the demon clan. By then, the entire Yuanchu City and even the entire human race will face a catastrophe. ”

Zhihua's voice was choked with a hint of sob, "Gathering the power of thousands of people to help one person reach the sky is our helpless choice in desperate situations, and it is a gamble to exchange for the future of most people with the sacrifice of a few people."

Meng Chuan frowned, and the anger in his heart did not dissipate because of this, but it became a little heavier and helpless.

He also knew the crisis facing the human race, but when this cruel choice was in front of him, he really couldn't accept it.

"Is there no other way?" Meng Chuan asked in a low voice, "It must be costly to use the lives of so many people?"

Zhihua shook his head slowly, “I have been searching, and countless ancestors have been searching.

But so many years have passed, we still haven't found a better way out.

The cultivation resources in this world are limited, and the demon race is constantly plundering and destroying them. We have no time anymore. ”

Meng Chuan was silent. He looked at the sky in the distance, and those who worked hard to practice for the future of the human race kept appearing in his mind, and his heart was mixed.

He knew that Zhihua was telling the truth, but he still couldn't convince himself to agree with this approach.

"Meng Chuan, I know you have unwillingness and anger in your heart, so why aren't I the same?"

Zhihua gently patted Meng Chuan on the shoulder, "But now, we must make a choice. Should we watch the human race perish under the iron hooves of the demon race, or do our best, even if we bear the infamy, we must do our best to do our best. Strive for a glimmer of hope."

Meng Chuan's body trembled slightly, he clenched his fists, his nails embedded deep in his palms, and the pain gradually calmed down.

"Achuan, there is actually no better way now."

Yan Jin sighed in his heart. Before he left Ancus, he had seen his father's power.

King An Hai rarely leaves the martial arts field in the Xue Mansion. Once the fourth heavenly demon king breaks through, a sword light will appear in the air, and the demon king who will attack will be killed with one move.

This is his unique skill in becoming famous, the Heart Sword Tribulation.

Many demon kings in the demon world were very afraid, and they called it the sword of heavenly punishment.

"Junior Brother Meng, let's go..." Mei Yuanzhi said with some reluctance:

"We are still too weak now."

...

Li ShaoyingSlowly open your eyes and exit from the evil spirit cultivation.

"How is it? How are you mastering evil energy?" Yun Mohan, who was sitting on the side, spoke.

Li Shaoying looked at his palm and stood up to look at Yun Mohan, "This evil spirit is really wonderful, invisible and intangible, and can form a domain around his body to isolate the attack."

"My four-color evil can be so powerful. I wonder how powerful your five-color evil is."

Yun Mohan picked up a cup of tea on the table, blew it and said, "You will know when you wait for the third round of trial."

After hearing this, Li Shaoying nodded slightly, "When talking about the third round of trials, the royal family has already revealed the news to me."

"What is that?" Yun Mohan asked curiously.

"There are all monsters in the ancient city cave heaven nowadays. There are countless commanders of the demon clan, including forty-three demon kings in the first level and ten demon kings in the second level."

Yun Mohan's eyes lit up after hearing this, "It turned out that the third round of trial was a knockout round, and only ten people were eliminated."

"But Yuanchushan is really bold."

Li Shaoying walked to Yun Mohan, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"But this trial is not a life-threatening worry. Ten people who were eliminated outside have two choices. One is to become an outer disciple of Yuanchu Mountain, and the other is to join You Shenwei."

Yun Mohan took the teacup and didn't drink it as soon as possible, and kept it in his hand.

"By the way, there is another thing I want to tell you." Li Shaoying's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head embarrassedly.

"What's the matter..." Yun Mohan seemed to guess what she was going to say in his heart.

"When the Yuanchu Mountain trial is over, let's get married."

Yun Mohan put the teacup on the table with a little trembling, and a warm feeling appeared on his face.

He opened his mouth but didn't say anything for a long time.

At the age of seventeen, he is full of enthusiasm for cultivation and ambition for the future.

Although he was prepared in his heart, when it comes to getting married, this major event in life came too suddenly, which made him panic for a moment.

"I know you have great ambitions, but getting married will not delay your cultivation."

Seeing him like this, Li Shaoying felt a little disappointed, but he still explained softly.

"This marriage...it's a must-have..."

Hearing these words, Li Shaoying bit her lip and said with a little twisted voice: "Everyone said you are the prince consort, and even if you do a show, you have to do the full set. And... am I not worthy of you?"

Yun Mohan took a deep breath and said seriously: "Your Highness, you and I are still young now, so it's too early to talk about marriage."

"Well..." Li Shaoying touched her slightly hot cheek and said:

"Now, you have some chance of winning against Meng Chuan."

Yun Mohan smiled slightly after hearing this, "Ninety-nine."

After saying that, the villain in Yun Mohan's eyebrows began to move abnormally, and his originally hazy body became real.

As the villain became more and more real, the light was brighter, and in the light, the villain changed towards the appearance of Fairy Guanghan.

Finally, Fairy Guanghan opened her eyes and opened her red lips lightly:

"You little dear, don't be fine."

(Today's first day of work is a little busy, and tomorrow's four chapters will be updated.)