Supreme pardon

Wen Renjue lowered his head in an unnatural posture.

He is re-adapting to the feeling of "consciousness" returning to the physical body, and he is uncomfortable. Compared with being integrated in the eyes of God, the bondage of the physical body makes him temporarily uncomfortable.

He forgot to breathe, if it wasn't for the suffocation that was getting hotter and hotter in his chest urging him on.

Slowly, moving his fingers, his eyes slowly opened, and the pupils could not even move as usual. In the darkness, he slowly closed them again, and after a while, he opened them again.

Then the drooping head moved, and the posture was finally no longer so strange.

The process of the consciousness body entering the divine eye is amazing, as if returning to the place where life began, it is vast and warm, as if surrounded by comfort, and he is only a tiny wisp in it, not a real existence.

If it is not strong enough willpower to keep the body from dissipating, even for a moment, unconsciously, it will sink into the eyes of God. The feeling is like, returning to the fundamental place of everything, without fear of dying, just returning to everything mother body.

After fighting against that instinct, his ease ended here, tearing the power of his body, and he was in pain, the pain without a body, which was more endless than the first time he devoured the eyes of God.

Wen Renjue raised his head, his voice was hoarse and dull, like a human being using language for the first time, "Heaven...eyes."

"Shua la la." The sky eye hanging above his head descended, and then emitted a translucent white light, which was not dazzling, but very bright. The papers held by the sky eye hanging in the air fell down, scattered all over the ground.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed one.

Only then did Wei Duan dare to speak tentatively, "You have been asleep for two and a half years, congratulations, you have returned to the world."

It really wants to ask Wenren Jue how it feels, is there any?

But dare not, do you? ?

Only then did Wen Ren Jue come out from the divine eyes, and a strange aura unconsciously exuded from his body made Wei Duan dare not speak easily.

God's eyes, this kind of thing that shouldn't exist in the world, the master has just escaped from it, Weiduan has an illusion that the person sitting in front of him is God's eyes, and the breath on his body is exactly the same, it wants to ask too much.

But after a while, as Wen Renjue picked up the rest of the scattered white papers on the ground, the aura slowly dissipated.

"This was sent up by someone from the bottom just now. I let Tianyan bring it into the room. During the two and a half years you were sleeping, no one has ever stepped into the tenth floor except the person who sent this paper just now." Wei Duan dutifully began Report the situation.

Holding the three blank sheets of paper in his hands, Wen Ren Jue looked at them quietly with the soft light of his heavenly eyes. After reading all the words on the blank sheets, he replied in a low voice, "En."

His tone was a little stiff, probably because he hadn't spoken for more than two years, and he felt like he had forgotten to speak.

Putting the other two pieces of paper behind, Wen Renjue pointed at the top piece of white paper and hooked his lips, pointed at one of them with his slender fingers, and said in a very cold tone: "This is the text written by your descendants of God." , what do you mean?"

The three blank sheets of paper have described in as much detail as possible the major events that have occurred in the [-]th district over the past two years, focusing on the details of the monument.

Of course, one of the white papers also had several pictures of the steles attached.

Hearing that Ren Jue suddenly mentioned the divine descendant, Wei Duan was stunned for a moment, and directed the other eye to approach the white paper in Wen Ren Jue's hand.

Sensing the pulling power of the palm, Wenren Jue let go of his hand, and let the three white papers fly up in the air, crashing and turning over under Tianyan, Wei Duan directed Tianyan to read the report, and put the paper back to Wenren With a fist in his hand, his tone became tense inexplicably.

"Yes... it's our words. The words on these monuments all have the same meaning."

Standing up shaking from the ground, Wen Renjue grabbed the three blank sheets of paper and tapped his dizzy head, his tone was very impatient, "I can tell, what do you mean when I ask you?"

Wei Duan really doesn't want to say...

It's such a sad feeling! !

But how dare it keep silent... After a pause, it said: "It's a personal name... It's written...Ji Bai. Fifty Jade."

"Ji Bai. Fifty Jade?"

Following the repetition, Wen Renjue walked to the sofa in the room with his still stiff legs, sat down and leaned on it.

His eyes were deep and concentrated in the darkness, and his memory was very good. He had definitely heard of this name before.

Weiduan is very nervous, because it can also understand what the stele of Proverbs brought, and the name that appears on the stele of Proverbs is clearly it! ! !The god-descendants are all dead, and they still have to cheat people! ! !

This successor is obviously not easy to mess with, how does it deal with anger? Really! !

These damn clansmen, do you think about their feelings? Really! !

Before he finished cursing, Wen Renjue who was sitting over there suddenly laughed softly.

The garbled code in the center of Weiduan was intense for a moment. If there was a body, it would be shaking and kneeling by now.

"Ji Bai. Fifty Jade." When he said the name again, Wen Ren Jue spoke softly, as if he was playing with the name between his lips and teeth. After a chuckle, he suddenly showed a sinister expression, but he restrained himself immediately.

"This is the last descendant of your race to disappear, right?"

"Ah... yes, yes." Wei Duan wanted to explain something, but didn't know where to start.

Ji Bai. Fifty Jade.

The godborn who spoke to him in the tomb at the end.

Someone who told him second authority?Oh, no, the descendants of the gods.

Close your eyes and slow down your breathing. Wen Renjue can understand the intention of that divine descendant without Wei Duan explaining. It is necessary to stir up chaos in the world after the successor appears.

Force the possible successor to move forward, because when everyone around you has the same power as you, all you can do is move forward!

Otherwise it will be swallowed.

This is a kind of spur, Wen Renjue understands it, it seems that the other party deliberately left a name, it is more like a declaration and a show of power to the successor.

Ji Bai. Fifty Jade, would not be ignorant of the threat this kind of behavior would bring to the successor, but the other party still planned and implemented it like this.

Wen Renjue didn't know if the other party had any further plans, or if everything really came to an end here.After billions of years, this extinct race can still influence and persecute the situation as they want.

Wen Renjue hated this feeling.

He opened his mouth, ready to speak, but the sudden dizziness made him stop his voice for a moment.

The veins on the back of Wen Renjue's hands began to throb, he gritted his teeth and unconsciously made a fist and hit his chest, the feeling of heart palpitation hit his internal organs again with an unprecedented intensity.

Seeing the person suddenly twisted and fell down, Wei Duan became anxious, and manipulated his two heavenly eyes to come closer to observe, and asked directly in the air, "What's wrong with you?"

Not having the strength to answer it, Wen Renjue took a few deep breaths, stood up, stepped to the tenth floor window with a solemn face, pulled the curtain and opened the window, and a gust of cold wind poured in.

The sky outside is already dark. Although there is no snow these days and the sun is hot enough during the day, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and it gets dark early.

Looking down from the window on the tenth floor, many houses in the king's district were lit up with lights.

Without giving Wei Duan time to react, Wen Renjue softly called out: "The Eye of Heaven." After that, he suddenly jumped out of the window.

There are several squad members scattered outside the king's area, conducting daily patrols, including a few members of the king's guard. Then, his body was as fast as lightning, passing by the sides of two patrolling team members.

If it was before, it would never be discovered.

But just as he passed by, one of them immediately turned around with a gun in his hand, his eyes were wary, and after he couldn't see the target on the left and right, he showed some confusion, tilted his head, and said strangely: "I feel someone. "

"You're nervous." The other person with him took a few steps forward, and smiled when he couldn't see anyone, "There really is someone, we react so quickly, where can he go?"

Wen Renjue was lying in the flowers a hundred meters away from them, and his breath was so weak that he almost didn't have any.

Those two people were still concentrating on sensing the breath around them.

With a calm expression, Wen Renjue's eyes were slightly surprised.

It was unexpected for him to be detected so keenly. It can only be said that in the past two years or so, this group of human beings who have successfully devoured them has already exceeded his expectations.

These two are not members of the King's Guard, that is to say, they are not the first group of devourers.

He was so strong that he almost discovered his body shape.

This time, he could only act more carefully.

The irritability surging in his body and the dissipation of power made him feel uneasy.

Wei Duan probably also sensed his riot, and said in his mind: "Why don't you find the people under your command but avoid them instead?"

Taking advantage of a patrol blind spot, Wen Renjue jumped more than ten meters high and landed on a big tree at the side and rear during the gap between the two teams of people and horses.

"I'm afraid I can't control myself and kill them, or..." He jumped off the tree and ran towards the street at his best speed until he stopped at a corner. Ice-cold, continued the second half of the sentence, "Killed by them."

Wei Duan didn't respond, but ordered Tianyan to follow him tighter.

Wen Renjue spread his hands and took a short break, with a pass in his palm. The Eighteenth King District is surrounded by mountains on three sides. It is impossible for him to fly out with wings. There is only one exit that is still guarded by layers of guards, let alone breaking out.

He shuttled between the street corners, moving like a night snake, and stole a long robe from a room, Wen Renjue wrapped his upper body completely inside, with only his chin exposed, and rushed to the exit.

There are three stone walls at the entrance of the mountain, and only the door opening communicates with the outside. After throwing out the pass, he left the king's area smoothly and disappeared into the lush forest in the night.

Occasionally, members of the King's Guard, who hold a pass and are mysterious, go out to perform tasks. The team members at the exit of Huanshan don't care too much about his strange appearance and mysterious words and deeds. They don't ask questions, they understand. .

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Entering Maolin at night is definitely not a prudent move.

Wen Renjue understood, but he never imagined that he would meet human beings who were active at night not long after leaving the king's district.

His inadvertent entry obviously made those humans who were resting with the bonfire dissatisfied. Before he had to speak, more than a dozen people approached him with guns in hand.

Wen Renjue glanced through the black scarf at the naked woman tied to a wooden post by the campfire, and the man crawling on the ground covered in blood. These three No. 40 people were obviously not kind.

Several damaged "houses" in the distance, or tents, were obviously attacked with destruction.

Pulling down the clothes covering his face, he took a deep breath of the cold night air.

His lungs, which had been tensed all the time, seemed to be relieved a bit, making the abusive look in his pitch-black pupils a little less.

"What are you doing, kid?" Someone poked a spear into his chest.

Wen Ren Jue took a step back, avoiding the muzzle of the gun.