Chapter 644 We All Have a Bright Future

Mysterious strong man:? ? ?

Do you want to listen to what you said?

How could a mouth with normal body temperature say such cold words?

Are you still human?

Upon hearing this, the mysterious strong man snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly,

"I can't make this oath!"

"I have been deceived by Han Chan before. According to your oath, I will die directly."

Dubu Jiutian was very talkative and decided to take a step back, "Then I will delete the first half of the sentence. You just have to ensure that you will not be deceived from now on. How about that?"

The mysterious strong man fell silent again. Obviously, he was unwilling to take this oath.

"To put it bluntly, you have no idea whether you have been deceived by Han Chan at this moment!"

Dubu Jiutian snorted coldly in his voice transmission and scolded,

"You don't care about the facts at all. All you can think about is, if I move, you can get away and leave. You don't have to continue fighting against this cloud. You don't have to continue the life-sustaining spell. You don't have to pay the price."

"As for whether I can successfully pass the fourth level or whether I was deceived by Han Chan, it's not worth mentioning to you."

The mysterious strong man was obviously angered by Dubu Jiutian's words,

"Junior, you dare!"

"Junior? What's wrong, junior? I am young and proud. You are so old, you must have killed Han Chan many times, right?"

Dubu Jiutian turned on the foul-mouthed mode and dealt with the mysterious strong man with crazy output.

"We are a lot of age apart. In addition to fighting in the nest, we are ranking seniority and judging by our own age and qualifications. The junior who speaks his mouth is the junior, and the junior who keeps his mouth shut. You don't even think about it. There is a difference of several hundred years between us. Now we are in the same level. What is the difference between us? Do you have a problem or do I have a problem?”

Youth is the unique and arrogant capital of Jiutian.

"Du Bu Jiutian, don't bully others too much!"

After being scolded all over the face, the mysterious strong man blushed, but was unable to refute, so he had to make amends for himself and emphasized,

"Don't forget, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have been dead if this cloud passed by!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop! You should withdraw now. If I die, I will admit it myself!"

Dubu Jiutian laughed angrily at these shameless words, and cursed in the voice transmission,

"Do you think you are helping me? Do you know that this cloud is the opportunity for me to become a respected person? If you survive this cloud, do you know that I can become a respected person?"

"Why do you want me to say thank you to you for blocking my opportunity to become a man of greatness?"

"Thank you mom!"

Dubu Jiutian has a violent temper and never cares about anyone, even his own teammates.

The rules of the Gray Mist Burial Ground come from a total of three beings, and the strongest among them is not Han Chan, but the Throne of Secrets.

When fighting against the Throne of Secrets, an ordinary venerable person would die just by looking at him!

And fighting in the air like this only requires taking a little risk. Once successful, not only will the probability of survival in the future against the throne of trickery be greatly improved, but you can even step into the ninth level of the avenue and become a venerable!

It can be said that everything is ready for the Nine Heavens alone, all it needs is the east wind!

He dares to scold the spiritual master, let alone an old guy who hides his head and shows his tail, ruining his important event of becoming a master. If this guy doesn't seek scolding, who will scold him?

"Short-sighted!"

The mysterious strong man was still arrogant, "Even if you defeat this cloud, so what? If you dare to become a master at this time, the spiritual master will attack you immediately, and you will definitely die!"

"Will I lose to the Spirit Master?!"

Dubu Jiutian seemed to have heard a big joke and didn't bother to defend himself.

He was on the eighth level of the Great Dao, and even the spiritual masters did not dare to attack him and made judgments.

Summer insects cannot speak of ice.

The mysterious strong man felt the contempt and disdain of Dubu Jiutian, and he was extremely anxious in his heart, and urged,

"Dubu Jiutian, how on earth do you want to pass the level?"

He really couldn't go on spending any more time.

Dubu Jiutian is sitting there firmly on the Diaoyutai, and the old god is at ease. If this continues, the mysterious strong man will be the first to be unable to bear it.

"I just like the way you look at me and can't get rid of me."

Dubu Jiutian's faint sound transmission road,

"According to common sense, if you are a bit bloody, after I humiliate you, you should withdraw your life skills, no longer block it, and just let the cloud come over..."

"But you didn't do that. The reason is simple. Fate gave you no choice!"

"If I guess correctly, if you dare to let that cloud appear in front of me, fate will take away the life magic given to you. In this case, for you, life is worse than death..."

"If you don't go up, there will be others."

Dubu Jiutian is not a simple reckless man. From very early on, he has shown the qualities of being both rough and fine, and brave and resourceful.

After analyzing the situation clearly, Dubu Jiutian took full initiative in the negotiation and directly put forward his request.

"Tell me, what is life magic!"

"There are nine life arts. Does it mean nine kinds of life arts, or are there more?"

"What is the price of life magic? Who are the people who master life magic? In short, I want to know everything you know about life magic!"

Dubu Jiutian has been staying here for this last purpose.

Everyone is a follower of fate, and Dubu Jiutian is still the most capable group. Once he becomes an honorable person, he will also be a top honorable person.

These old guys are still hiding from him, and they don't say anything about that. Don't blame Dubu Jiutian for being ruthless.

He is a follower of fate and a wage earner. Since he is a wage earner, he must be paid.

If there is no benefit, who will sacrifice one's life for fate?

Being alone for nine days is not stupid.

Becoming a master was originally one of Dubu Jiutian's wages, but fate did not allow Dubu Jiutian to become a master at this moment.

Therefore, Dubu Jiutian asked for other rewards, and information about life skills was one of them.

He is not worried that this guy will lie, because Dubu Jiutian will ask him to swear to fate that everything is true and unreserved.

There is an advantage for being a follower of fate. If you swear an oath to fate, the oath will take effect very quickly!

The mysterious strong man hesitated for less than three seconds before deciding to compromise with Dubu Jiutian.

"The so-called fate technique is a part of Fate's body. Fate once had a real body, but it was broken in the final battle. Every fragment of the body contains Fate's special power."

"Under the guidance of Fate, we collected Fate's body, but there was no way to reorganize it. We could only integrate part of the body into our own bodies, and mastered a power beyond our understanding."

"If you want to fully utilize the power of life magic, you must at least be at the level of an exalted person to be able to ignore some of the costs."

"You have already seen Zuo Yin's life skill [Yin]. The real use of my life skill [Yue] is to make a person bear the unbearable weight of his life and completely crush him..."

"I don't know how many kinds of life skills there are. People who master life skills will not take the initiative to expose them. In addition to [Yin] and [Yue], I also know two kinds of life skills, one is called [Jie] and the other is called [Fu]. ”

When he mentioned this matter, the mysterious strong man shuddered. It seemed that just mentioning the other person's name brought back some bad memories in his heart and recalled the fear of being dominated.

He trembled and said, "If you have the chance, avoid these two life-spell owners..."

"Anything else you want to add?"

After Dubu Jiutian memorized all the information, he asked,

"You should have a way to identify the owner of the fortune-telling technique, right?"

"Legacy!"

The mysterious strong man said quickly, "If the life technique is not suppressed, it will always be in a state of release. No one can bear such a price.

Only the golden cicada's slough can suppress life magic, and special items made from the golden cicada's slough are the key to suppressing life magic! "

Dubu Jiutian lowered his head and looked at the shoes on the man's feet, thoughtfully.

The material of these shoes is indeed special, and it is not difficult to identify them.

"Okay, if you swear to fate now, I will believe everything you say..."

At the request of Dubu Jiutian, the mysterious strong man made an oath.

The oath was established, Dubu Jiutian stood up and passed the fourth level, but the mysterious strong man quickly took back his foot, looking at the broken shoe with heartache...

The mysterious strong man didn't stay long and turned around to leave. Exposing his life skills here was not good news for him. He had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise big trouble would come to his door.

Dubu Jiutian is right in saying that life magic does not make any difference to fate in whose hands it is.

On the contrary, owners like them cannot do without the blessing of fate...

Looking at the man's leaving figure, the Spirit Master hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to stay and did not pursue him.

The Spirit Master knows that this person will not live long if he stays in the Pure Land.

Dubu Jiutian starts the fifth level of the Venerable inheritance, Jiang Bai takes on the challenge of the sixth level god, Zhu Yeqing is reading the eighth page of the newspaper...

They all have bright futures.

In Tangdu, under the neon lights, an ordinary middle-aged man sat on a horse and read a tattered newspaper.

In front of him, a man squatted on the ground. This man had slender fingers and was drawing on the ground with the chalk in his hand, like a child's graffiti.

The man didn't look up and asked casually, "Teacher, is your wife back?"

"Why are you asking me? I'm just a useless person who has been plotted against. My whole cultivation has been sealed in newspapers. Hey, I'm not even as good as a street rat. I can only be a rat hiding in the sewer..."

Zhu Yeqing calmly flipped through the newspaper, as if he really didn't care about these things at all.

The painter continued to ask, "The Emperor of Heaven is back, and the Emperor of Heaven is gone again... Teacher, my hands are itchy."

Zhu Yeqing's expression changed, he picked up an ashtray and smashed it on the painter's head.

"If your hands feel itchy, chop off your paws!"

"If you want to die, just die. It doesn't matter how many times you die!"

"You just need to think clearly whether the one who survives in the end is you!"

The ashtray hit his head, and strands of blood seeped out of the artist's hair. He still didn't raise his head, with a weird smile on his face.

"Teacher, what does it matter if it's me who comes back to life?"

"If my works can come back to life...even if I die...it will be worth it..."

The chalk in his hand just ran out, blood dripped on the ground, forming a small pool, and a message came from the depths of the blood pool.

Zhu Yeqing's face darkened,

"Hurry, hurry, hurry... I know how to hurry up all day long!"

"If you have the ability, do it yourself, don't make us run errands!"

Lord Blood gave them three orders.

"1. The original plan's priorities remain unchanged. Kill the seventh and ninth generals, let Zhang Taiping take over as the seventh general, and Shan Qingyi take over as the ninth general."

"2. The owner of the fate technique [Yue] is in the Pure Land. Kill him and take back his fateful body."

"Third, destroy everything related to Han Chan in the Pure Land."

Ignoring his nominal 'teacher', the painter clapped the chalk on his hand, still wearing a weird smile.

"Teacher, be careful of the waves behind you..."

"Don't die on the beach."

He jumped into the blood pool and disappeared completely.

Zhu Yeqing still sat there reading the newspaper. He had no power now, so any orders were nonsense. The most important thing was to get his power back.

While pulling the newspaper, Zhu Yeqing took a break and glanced at the ground.

After the painter left, the blood from the blood pool seeped into the ground, dyeing his chalk painting red, making it more weird. His painting skills were not superb, and it seemed like graffiti, but it was very vivid. Just one look would tell you what the painter had drawn.

Zhu Yeqing saw... a blood dragon!

It was a blind dragon!