Chapter 2163 Xi Lan’s Disciple

The harsh creaking sound made this black and purple world even more bizarre.

Bursts of white smoke continue to emerge from the edge of the long and huge mouth, covering its eyes. At first glance, it looks like a copper furnace for burning incense.

Seeing the delicious crisps it chewed, I was a little eager to try it, so I reached out my hand and cautiously touched the fire.

"Don't touch."

A low shout stopped me. Di Ruiji swallowed the broken bones, and his deep purple eyes flashed with an icy cold light: "You are still untouchable now."

Seeing the seriousness of what it said, I had no choice but to retract my hand angrily.

"Why do you say, I don't understand?"

To avoid embarrassment, I changed the subject.

"If it's just an ordinary disaster, I don't have to drag you in." Di Ruiji rolled up another broken bone and chewed it.

I was a little confused when I heard this: "Are disasters divided into ordinary and extraordinary?"

"Anything without the mixing of ancient races is called an ordinary disaster."

"Ancient race?" I thought for a moment and was suddenly shocked: "Ancient race, you mean."

"It's just what you think, there are half-living and half-dead ancient races hidden under the Gobi Desert," Di Ruiji said coldly.

"Half alive and half dead?" Although I don't understand what it means, I always feel that these four words contain a deep chill.

"Yes, half alive, half dead, not dead, not alive." Di Ruiji suddenly smiled, with a very cold smile: "That man, when he was alive, was a swordsman genius, and you are also familiar with his master who taught him swordsmanship. "

"Swordsmanship?" I scratched my head: "I use a knife."

Di Ruiji snorted and turned to stare at the fire, no longer looking at me: "Xi Lan, Tai Sword Master, you are no stranger to me."

"Not strange, not strange at all." I nodded repeatedly: "His descendants also taught me a set of Xilan sword techniques. They are considered my masters."

"Xi Lan is a pretty strong person, but he is very verbose. Once he opens his mouth, he will talk endlessly." Di Ruiji gritted his teeth while recalling. Obviously, he had a deep resentment towards Xi Lan: "My clone once had a relationship with him. We fought against each other, and his strength was much inferior to mine, but he almost nagged me to death."

Di Ruiji rarely laughed out loud, which was surprisingly not unpleasant, but slightly suppressed.

"He has very few disciples, only two, one recognized and one secret. That person is Xi Lan's secret disciple." Di Ruiji suddenly sneered: "Obviously he is a secret disciple, but Xi Lan refuses to believe it. That eccentric temperament and his ability to talk are a perfect match."

"Xilan taught him the skills of using the sword and trained him to be a strong man among humans, but he also destroyed him with his own hands."

"Destroyed his own disciple?" I said in disbelief.

Di Ruiji was silent for a moment and continued: "Xi Lan never recognized him as his disciple, but did not explain the reason. This made him very disappointed, painful, and confused. In order to gain Xi Lan's recognition, he tried his best He wants to become stronger, and he thinks that as long as he becomes strong enough, Xi Lan will recognize him."

"However, in the process of becoming stronger, he lost himself. In order to pursue the ultimate strength, he turned to the dark elves for help and signed a contract to exchange for powerful power at the cost of his soul."

"He successfully obtained powerful power, but still lost to Xi Lan. In the end, he had to fulfill the contract and become the slave of the dark elf."

"Dark Elf?"

"They are a branch of the first generation of forest elves. They are very thirsty for power and have a wide range of knowledge. They are heretics among the forest elves."

"It's really unheard of to be able to use one's soul as a contract."

"It's normal that you don't know."

A sweet voice sounded, high and low, far and near. Without looking, it must have come from the woman named Shilok.

"The seal of your bloodline has not been broken yet, you have not awakened yet, and the inheritance flowing in your blood cannot yet be used by you."

"Shirlock, you talk too much."

"I was just protecting him."

"If you keep talking, he will die faster." Di Ruiji raised his head, his frozen eyes staying on the purple face.

"Okay, okay, I surrender." Shilok smiled and raised his hands.

A breeze blew by, and this somewhat nervous woman sat next to me, resting her chin on my shoulder, staring at me and laughing non-stop.

Smiling and laughing, he started to cry.

Her cry was very heart-wrenching, and the way she cried was very sad, pitiful, and heartbreaking.

"Leave her alone" Di Ruiji's voice was cold and calm: "Her mind is damaged and her emotions are out of control."

Ignoring Shilok, who was crying and laughing, I continued to ask Derich about the disaster.

Di Ruiji stared at the fire and was silent for a while before continuing: "There will probably only be three batches of disasters this time, but since the seal has been broken, I believe that the fourth batch, Xi Lan's disciples, will also follow. Climb out, and he is only the beginning."

"The beginning?" I frowned: "Is there anything more terrifying?"

"Yes," Di Ruiji said in a deep voice: "There are also disasters from ancient times, which are also buried there, but they are buried deeper."

"Disaster in ancient times!"

This time, I couldn't calm down.

In ancient times, various races were extremely powerful, so powerful that they could be called disasters at that time. What a heaven-defying existence that would be!

"Are you worried?" Di Ruiji looked at me and said slowly.

"Yes, I'm worried," I confessed: "With the strength of today's adventurers, we probably won't be able to survive the disaster in ancient times."

"You have underestimated the current Zephyr Continent." Di Ruiji said lightly: "Through your perception, I discovered many ancient organizations scattered across the continent. They are all seeds left over from ancient times and are from the Zephyr Continent. Defenders, defenders who only appear in the most dangerous times."

"Isn't this current disaster dangerous enough?" I asked.

"It just seems to you that there are scarier things for those organizations that they have to balance."

"What's more terrible?" I was horrified: "Is it a more terrible disaster?"

Di Ruiji nodded, then shook his head: "I can't say."

"It's something that can't be said again." I gritted my teeth. I wanted to throw Di Ruiji into the fire, if I could do it.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Shilok regained his consciousness, spitting orchid, gently resting his head on my shoulder, and said a bit angrily: "You were not like this before, wake up quickly, we have been waiting for too much." long time."

This time, Di Ruiji did not rebuke Sirocco, but sighed deeply.

While sighing, I could deeply feel the helplessness and pain, but I didn't know how to respond.

He had no choice but to throw a complete arm bone into the fire in anger.

Looking at the blue flames that were constantly burning on his arm bones, he gradually fell into deep thought.

While deep in thought, a voice kept whispering, seemingly absent, and finally, only three words were left: Who are you?