Chapter 1039 Kings of All Dynasties

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Blood kept falling.

A vague black shadow lay on the ceiling above Gu Qingshan's head.

It spit out a long tongue, wrapped around Gu Qingshan's neck, and gradually tightened it.

Gu Qingshan was indifferent, but showed a deep thought.

An unknown spirit used the technique of realm to pull himself into the realm of a special world.

This thing looks dangerous.

But in fact, the card "The Art of the Realm: Inviter of Darkness" is not a card of the inner world, nor is it a world art constructed by spelling cards.

After all, the power of this card is limited.

So Gu Qingshan didn't make a move immediately.

——He himself has mastered two kinds of real world arts.

First, the art of paralleling virtual dreams;

Second, the technique of time regression.

For building a special world, Gu Qingshan already has a certain amount of experience, so when he enters an unknown world, the first thing he thinks is to test the characteristics of this world technique.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as a kind of discussion and exploration on techniques.

so.

He didn't move as the long tongue hung from the ceiling.

The long tongue landed on his back, and he didn't move.

When the long tongue went around his neck, he was still feeling the technique carefully.

It wasn't until he had some vague thoughts in his heart that Gu Qingshan raised a hand and made a trick.

——Pure thoughts.

This is the most basic formula in the practice world, which can help monks get rid of distracting thoughts.

This kind of formula is no longer useful to monks of Gu Qingshan's level.

But this time, what Gu Qingshan wants to get rid of is not distracting thoughts.

It's spirituality.

"Scatter!"

He gave a low drink.

Spiritual power gushes out from the dantian, and pours it into the formula in his hand, and the formula is instantly completed.

Gu Qingshan only felt that his mind was empty, and his whole mind was pure and empty, flawless and unhindered.

immediately.

Long tongues, fresh blood, narrow rooms, gloomy shadows and even the entire building disappeared from Gu Qingshan's eyes.

The surrounding scene changed.

Gu Qingshan found himself standing in a magnificent palace.

He turned around.

Behind him, on the other side of the long dining table, sat a dignified middle-aged man.

"How did you find out?" the middle-aged man asked.

Gu Qingshan said briefly: "For the upcoming battle, my spiritual sense is full of similar feelings, so I discovered it."

"You are quite keen on spells—you are welcome, please take a seat."

The middle-aged man gestured for Gu Qingshan to sit down.

Gu Qingshan looked at the dining table and stood still.

"Sorry, I'm not used to having lunch with strangers."

He looked at each other and said.

The middle-aged man stood up, saluted gracefully, and then said:

"Actually, I should be the one to say sorry—please forgive my recklessness for bringing you in this way."

"Then, let me introduce myself. I am the king of Requiem Township."

Kings of all ages?

How can a person claim to be the king of all ages?

Seemingly seeing Gu Qingshan's doubts, the middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "It's okay to let you take a look."

His figure suddenly swelled violently, turning into a five-meter-high phantom spirit body.

Hundreds of faces surfaced on the surface of the spirit body.

They have different appearances and expressions, and they looked at Gu Qingshan together.

This scene is a bit creepy.

Gu Qingshan remained calm, cupped his fists and said: "It's a pleasure to meet, I don't know why the kings of the past called me here."

In an instant, the inflated spiritual body suddenly shrank back and turned into the middle-aged man again.

He said: "Don't be surprised-I believe you also know that monsters can't find the soul of the royal family, so we are not eaten, but have existed in this way for countless years."

"Please sit down, let's talk slowly." The middle-aged man said.

"it is good."

Gu Qingshan sat down at this side of the dining table.

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

The dining table was immediately filled with steaming hot food.

"These are the dishes that kings like, I guess there are always some that suit your appetite." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Gu Qingshan looked at those dishes.

Whether it's cooking or the art of the world, he naturally understands and can see some tricks.

These dishes are things condensed by consciousness.

Simply put, it is the realization of thoughts.

——Someone has eaten these dishes, formed the taste of various dishes into thoughts, and re-emerged the dishes with thoughts.

In this way, when other people eat these dishes, they can feel the delicious taste of these foods.

Gu Qingshan praised: "Thanks to the hospitality, it is really an excellent skill, it opened my eyes."

He picked a knife from among the knives and forks on the dining table, and poked it towards a plate of snacks.

Halfway through, the knife turned into a pair of chopsticks, holding the dessert firmly and retracting it.

Gu Qingshan took a sip.

Ok……

This kind of taste is really good, and it can explore its original cooking method from the taste.

He moved his chopsticks again to pick up other dishes.

The middle-aged man stared at Gu Qingshan, gradually showing appreciation.

The young man directly used his thoughts to change the table knife and turned it into a pair of chopsticks, which shows that he has fully understood the technique and started to take the initiative in the technique.

— This is a silent warning.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man said seriously:

"I have something that I must ask for."

"You are too polite, I never eat free food, if you have something to say, please tell me directly." Gu Qingshan continued to savor the dishes and responded.

"As a king of all dynasties, I really want to know what happened to that unworthy descendant of mine."

"Oh? Which unworthy descendants are you referring to?"

"It's the guy who I bestowed divine skills on to the kings of all dynasties, but was still defeated by you, and finally entered the ruins of the God of Life and failed to come back."

Gu Qingshan suddenly realized.

I see.

It is quite reasonable that the king's ancestors did not hesitate to use this kind of magic to pull themselves in to find out the whereabouts of the king.

In a sense, this is also a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.

But how should I put it, the king did die a bit wronged at that time.

In fact, Gu Qingshan was still seriously thinking about it for a while, and wanted to draw the other party into his team.

But the strange spirit struck too quickly, and afterwards the king's skin also flew into the turbulent void, missing.

So there is no room for recovery.

Gu Qingshan thought about it, and finally told the situation when the king died frankly.

The middle-aged man listened quietly and remained silent for a while.

Gu Qingshan said sincerely: "I also feel very sorry about this matter, please forgive me."

"Condolences? No, we're not sad," the middle-aged man said with a stern expression. "It's a waste of our efforts to die like this, even the soul is eaten."

Gu Qingshan was slightly startled.

This attitude seems to be somewhat different from what I expected.

If the other party wasn't looking for news of the king's death, what was it for?

Gu Qingshan simply asked directly: "Please forgive me, what is the purpose of you taking me to this surgery?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said: "Of course it is to reach an agreement with you. We cooperated with each other and escaped from Requiem Township."

His expression was unprecedentedly serious.

Only then did Gu Qingshan understand that the other party's purpose was this.

"Could it be that as a spirit body, your majesty the kings can't leave the village of peace?" Gu Qingshan asked.

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "If we could leave, we would have left long ago—as you can see, except for those souls that were eaten, we can only linger in this way, wandering in Requiem Township for nearly A long time of billions of years."

"Although our strength continues to grow, the world barrier of Requiem Township comes from the oath of the gods, and unless it conforms to the content of the oath, it is absolutely impossible to enter or exit."

"Including you, you also entered here by relying on the oath of the first person on the star crown."

Gu Qingshan immediately stated: "I think there is no doubt about it—my partners and I are very willing to work with the kings to break through the barriers of this world and escape from here."

Yes, anyone would do that.

There is no interest entanglement or conflict between the two parties, and there is only one common goal: to escape from Requiem Township.

This is the best basis for reaching cooperation.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, agreeing with this.

He said: "Gu Qingshan, you are a smart person, and you also have strong abilities. Strength, although a little weak, but in our plan, strength is not the most important."

Gu Qingshan asked: "What do you kings need me to do?"

The middle-aged man paused and fell into deep thought.

He seemed to be recalling something, and it seemed that there was something that he couldn't tell at the moment.

a long time.

He just opened his mouth and said slowly: "Before we cooperate, you must first understand some information, otherwise it will cause delays."

"What information?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"Billions of years ago, the God of Life fell." The king said.

"Oh, I know this, the seven gods have fallen in the process of fighting the void."

Gu Qingshan continued: "For the survival and reproduction of the descendants of the descendants of the gods, the gods really dedicated themselves to death, which is really admirable."

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"After death?"

The middle-aged man continued:

"I don't know about other gods, but what the God of Life is best at is the way to survive. How could this great and noble god die?"

Gu Qingshan was stunned, and suddenly lost his voice: "Is the God of Life still alive?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and said in a tone without any emotion:

"When the God of Life was dying, in order to survive, he found a way to take the body of that monster."

"For countless years, it has been hiding in Requiem Township, recuperating by eating the souls of the descendants of the gods."

"—The gods are the existence of different levels of us. Since becoming gods, they have long been turned into indifferent monsters."

The expression of the middle-aged man finally took on a trace of sadness.

"It is completely understandable for monsters to feed on the souls of their offspring."