Chapter 568: Cycle
"I'm just doing it for your own good." Xing Ju faced the group of people questioning him and said like a mother teaching a child.
No one has taught it the dignity of a strong man. It only knows that it should use all means to regain the lost hearts.
"Don't talk in that disgusting tone."
"The source seed is a dead end for the heartless. It can only end here. I can't help watching you continue and endanger the world."
"You don't understand that blocking people's path will lead to death!"
"Till death!"
"Till death!"
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Led by the first few people, the aristocratic army roared one after another, frantically expressing their dissatisfaction.
The violent sound waves shook the surrounding air violently, setting off a moderate hurricane.
The sand and stones under everyone's feet were moving around in the strong wind. Under the blessing of this level of wind, ordinary stones gained the power of bullets. If ordinary people were present, their bodies would probably become riddled with holes in a few seconds. .
It's a pity that the lowest strength on the field is dragon-level warriors whose ordinary bullets are ineffective. When the gravel hits their bodies, apart from the clanging sound of the impact, not even a few white marks are left.
The trees in the distance were damaged. Not only were they shivering in the wind, but countless branches were broken by debris picked up by the strong wind.
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This group of bloodline people who have been aloof for thousands of years, after they learned the truth, they could not bear the restrictions imposed by outsiders on their pursuit of stronger power and longer life, even if it was in the name of love and protection.
Maybe some people have guessed the truth, but due to the absolute gap in strength, even if they have complaints in their hearts, they will never dare to explode in front of them like they do now.
Because they know that their ancestors are the gods of the wild world, and killing anyone who resists is just a matter of thought, and struggling is meaningless.
It wasn't until someone told them in private that Xing Ju couldn't actually harm any of them on his own initiative, that he had a "god-defying" plan for the first time.
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As long as a god-level blood warrior is not thrown directly into the evil lair, his life will not be in danger no matter where he is exiled.
This time, the evil spirits came out in force and faced off with the aristocratic family's army in Hanluo City. It happened that even Xing Ju, the only killer, had been eliminated, otherwise they would not have dared to openly rebel.
We have seen too many examples of people fighting alone and being piled to death by evil spirits in hundreds of thousands of years of war.
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"Being happy, growing old, sick and dying, becoming part of the cycle of the golden age, why aren't you satisfied?" Xing Ju looked at the excited family legions in confusion, eager to compete with the gods.
"We are not leeks that you harvest one after another! We are people of flesh and blood!"
“Sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, the cycle repeats itself, that’s the crop!”
In the years of contact with Ark, the natives of the wilderness world have learned a lot of things from the earth.
"Leeks? Have I taken anything from you?" Its doubts deepened.
Xing Ju also knew that the earth civilization behind Ark had a plant like leek and an extended concept, but it also didn't understand how it could become a sickle for cutting leeks when it never needed any contributions from aristocratic families.
"Freedom, future, hope!"
"..." Dear comrade AI cannot understand these terms with human thinking.
For it, everyone must have their own meaning and role of existence. Taking itself as an example, the only value of existence is to complete the tasks left by the creator and maintain the golden age forever.
Others, on the other hand, should play their roles calmly and go through the cycle of life and death.
Freedom is equivalent to the completion of the task, losing the value of one's existence, and self-destruction in the next second.
As for the future, the endless golden age is the best future and the best known solution. There should be no second answer at all.
"A future without a future is not the future we want!" A rather awkward slogan came from the military formation, and the sound stirred up several tornadoes.
"The wind is a little noisy today." Facing the rebels with high morale, Xingju stretched out a transparent palm as huge as a mountain from the sky, gently calming the restless air.
The shadow on the palm enveloped most of the soldiers. They all looked up at Tianqing's hand, and the indignation they had just aroused disappeared instantly.
A man-made and natural disaster comparable to a hurricane was calmed down in an understatement.
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"Lord of the White Earth, please fulfill your promise." Duan Dehuai, who was almost unable to lift his head under the pressure of the Star Torch, begged with his hands clasped in fists toward half of the sky filled with white light.
"One in 10 chance, have you decided?" a voice from unknown source in the sky asked.
"We have lived to the point where there is only hope left." Several old god-level warriors stepped out.
"As you wish."
"Open the great road to heaven!" An invisible wave came out, and thirteen rays of light fell from the sky like meteors, covering the thirteen god-level figures.
Trapped in god-level perfection for hundreds of years, watching their lifespan diminish day by day, the despair repeatedly bites their souls endlessly.
Breakthrough has become the only obsession left for many old antiques.
They spend most of their lives in cultivation, and except for the evil-hunting war that takes place every twenty years, almost all the remaining time is dedicated to cultivation.
Not being able to move on is not much different from death.
So even if you may have to pay the price of your life for this, you still have to gamble on the less than one tenth chance of success.
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"Impossible! How could you, a ruthless Taoist, create a solution to Taoism!" Xingju did not expect that what it originally regarded as an absolute dead end would actually be saved by a person who was already running on the dead road.
"Cultivation is meant to go against heaven. My path just makes death come later." Bai Mo said lightly.
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"Click, click,..."
The words "go against heaven" spoken by Bai Mo seemed to have triggered some mysterious mechanism, causing dozens of evil lords to suddenly jump out of the chaotic army.
They used ten to form the head, ten to form the left hand, ten to form the right hand, ten to form the left foot, ten to form the right foot, and ten to form the torso. They melted their bodies to build a giant standing tall and tall. Shadow.
"Yuan Wuchu?!" The first moment the giant shadow appeared, Xingju had already recognized it. It was the shadow bearing the mark of Yuan Wuchu's power.
Due to the setting of Yuan Wuchu, Xingju has no feelings for his creator at all, and can even be said to have extreme hatred.
ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone