Chapter 1201: Divide

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Ning Xiachuan smiled: "At least, you can activate the swastika."

"We now have our own emperor level. This is a qualitative leap."

"But I may not be able to defeat those strong men with the power of faith." Huan said, thinking of something: "By the way, the Demon Lord has come to see you several times in the past few days, but I rejected him every time."

"He was also seriously injured, not much better than you."

"He still did his best." Ning Xiachuan nodded: "Although he ran very fast."

"What should we do next?" Huan then asked: "Regain our strength?"

"Of course." Ning Xiachuan replied, pushing away Huan's supporting hand and walking slowly outside, "The Lieyang Chaos has been resolved, and now is the true tripartite confrontation."

"So what if Ye Fan has harvested the final fruits of victory? The final victory or defeat has not yet been determined."

Snap, snap.

Not far out of the main hall, suddenly, Ning Xiachuan stopped in his tracks.

Beside the palace gate, Shi Yu's body was leaning there, making no sound.

"Shi Yu..." Ning Xiachuan looked at Huan beside him: "So, you said Du Jia must be dead?"

"Yeah." Huan nodded, without saying any more words, and still said calmly: "In the past ten days, I didn't dare to turn on the light for fear of seeing Shi Yu's dead body."

"It's really..." Ning Xiachuan's throat felt dry for a moment. Over the past few days, he had become accustomed to Shi Yu's presence.

Regardless of whether he is a child or ignorant, he is willing to watch such a lively person jumping around, even if it becomes his weakness in the future.

"It's okay." After a while, Ning Xiachuan shook his head. His mental quality had already been as solid as steel. Although there were waves at the moment, they were quickly eliminated.

"I can't pay Shi Yu's debt. When one day I finish everything, I can go to hell to pay it back."

…

In the North, the King of the North is currently lying on a crystal bed. There is a small pot hanging from the ceiling above the bed. From time to time, a crystal droplet will fall from the small pot and hit the body of the King of the North.

The water drop was obviously not a mortal thing, and had infinite vitality. Every time it was dropped, the surrounding space seemed to come alive.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water dripping didn't stop, but not far from the bed, Lingbao looked at him with a worried look on his face, while beside him, the God Master looked calm.

He was different from Lingbao. Although his face was calm, when he looked at the King of the North on the bed, there was always a struggle in his eyes.

The King of the North was more seriously injured than Ningxiachuan. The demon appeared and did not directly stop him. Although the black hole hit could not directly annihilate him, it almost killed him directly, shattered his internal organs, and severely damaged his consciousness. Soul.

Although there is divine water that can restore physical injuries, whether he can wake up depends on God's will.

"Father, you must wake up." Lingbao prayed. Over the past few days, he had felt the terrifying pressure on the King of the North.

The power of the Northland did not come out of thin air. It was full of undercurrents of all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and snake gods. However, they were all suppressed by the King of the Northland.

With his fall, the covetousness of countless people was revealed, and the first one to bear the brunt was the God Lord next to him.

If it hadn't been for the demon returning with his father that day, I'm afraid he would have taken action long ago.

But for a moment, during these days, he felt that the murderous intention in the Lord of God was getting stronger every day. If the King of the North didn't wake up, he might really take action.

"Your Majesty, if the King of the North cannot wake up, what do you want to do?" The God Lord's voice suddenly sounded, causing Lingbao's body to tremble.

"My father will wake up." Lingbao replied, seemingly determined.

"You have to make plans early." The Lord of God sat down and looked at Lingbao. The killing intent in his eyes was well hidden. On the contrary, it was an encouragement from an elder: "You are the crown prince, and the King of the North cannot wake up. You are the new king of the North."

"I will help you just like I helped the King of the North."

His voice had inexplicable power and warmth. Even if Lingbao was very vigilant, he couldn't help but relax a lot.

He wants to fight the God Lord, there are too many differences, but if...

"The reason why Northland has come to this point is precisely because of the distrust between your father and me." The Lord God continued: "You know, we can wipe out the world long ago."

"Yes." Lingbao did not deny that the early Northland was so powerful that no force could match it.

When the God Star first moved in, coupled with the power of the North, there were hundreds of kings, as well as many terrifying armored kings.

At that time, in the decisive battle between Liaodong and Nanchuan, the total number of kings dispatched by both sides was only a dozen.

If Beidi was willing to go all the way south at that time, maybe the world would really have been taken.

"We can't go back to the old path." Seeing that Lingbao was really being guided, the Lord of God had a smile on his face: "Nanchuan and Jingnan are already strong, we must seize the time."

"You don't want to leave the Northland in your hands after father leaves."

"I don't want to." Lingbao shook his head: "If my father is not here, I will be like my father and make it my lifelong wish to unify the human race."

"That's right." The Lord's smile became brighter. "With my help, it's easy to do it. You just need to listen to me..."

"Master God, you are too anxious."

A voice sounded, causing the Lord God's smile to stop abruptly.

"King of the North." Turning his head, the King of the North opened his eyes on the crystal bed, not knowing when he had woken up.

"You really woke up." A trace of displeasure flashed across the eyes of the God Lord, but soon, he smiled again: "That's great, I thought you couldn't make it, and I was just about to discuss with Lingbao what to do in the future."

"If I die, Lingbao's current ability will not be able to inherit my identity as a hero recognized by the Heavenly Dao." The King of Beidi saw the God Lord's thoughts: "By then, you will be subject to more stringent Heavenly Dao restrictions."

"I see." The God Lord nodded: "In that case, you are lucky not to die."

"What is the final outcome of Lieyang?" The King of Beidi sat up, did not continue to entangle with the God Lord, and looked at Lingbao.

"Dujia is dead, and Ye Fan has reaped the final fruits of victory." Lingbao immediately took out the information on the table: "As of yesterday, Nanchuan has taken nearly half of Lieyang's land, and it is still expanding."

"What!" Upon hearing this, the King of Beidi immediately jumped off the bed: "This bastard boy, he is faster than anyone else in grabbing things! Such a big Lieyang, he is not afraid of choking to death!!"

"Go, go, go, order the army, we will go too!!"

Click, click.

As he said, the King of Beidi walked out quickly, and his brisk steps made it impossible to tell that this was the seriously injured person who was lying motionless on the bed just now.

"This..." Lingbao was a little embarrassed, looked at the Lord of God beside him, and finally had to follow.

Only the Lord of God stayed at the end, the smile on his face gradually solidified, and finally walked towards the bed.

Click.

A drop of water just fell, and the Lord of God pressed on the bed, slightly sensing, and his face suddenly darkened.

He didn't just wake up.