Xia Chen doesn't want much, his relatives and friends are safe, the people he likes also like him, the sect is in peace, and he can practice stably and pursue the eternal path. This is the happiest spiritual life. ([] .)
However, after practicing for more than two years, it seems that I have not encountered such a happy life very often. Instead, I have mostly been fighting and struggling in infinite dangers.
More often than not, he just wants to survive.
In order to survive, you must have strength, in order to live better, you must have strength, and in order to protect the people you care about and the people who care about you, you must have strength. If you want to be immortal, you need the most powerful strength.
I want to become stronger and continue to become stronger. Only when I am no longer strong can I be free from the control of fate, can I protect them, and can I truly transcend...
Xia Chen screamed silently in his heart, once again defining a clear path ahead for himself. What is the purpose of upgrading and what is the purpose of breakthrough? It is to protect himself, protect others, and for eternity.
In an instant, Xia Chen suddenly felt as if he had strength again, his blood was surging and his fighting spirit was high.
He opened the door of the high-end cloud car and was about to pull the four people out and wake them up.
Suddenly, a voice sounded faintly: "Xia Chen."
The voice was calm and neutral, as if it sounded behind him, like the voice of a passerby asking questions, but it also had a touch of strange magic. It seemed that listening to it was like hearing a supreme inspiration from a strange world, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to pay homage.
Come with the urge to worship.
Xia Chen was shocked and turned around slowly, only to see an old man walking slowly from the east.
The old man was still about a hundred feet away from him, and his steps were slow, but every step he took was extremely even, as if it had been measured, and there was no change at all.
Xia Chen stared blankly, feeling confused.
Although they were far apart, but for some reason, the old man felt as if he was right in front of him, his face showing every detail and as clear as a picture.
He kept walking forward, expanding in Xia Chen's field of vision, and seemed to be turning into a giant towering over the sky. He became bigger and bigger, until he turned into the sun, moon and stars, forcing his way into his humble world of thoughts.
Expand the small with the big, and the world will collapse!
Xia Chen yelled. He felt severe pain in his head, as if it was about to burst.
He was horrified. He forced himself to control himself and turned around, his heart pounding. How could he dare to look at the old man again? The old man's terror was more impressive to him than ten second-level supernatural power monks put together.
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But immediately, Xia Chen was stunned.
In front of him, in the south direction, another old man walked towards him from a distance of a hundred feet, smiling and calling softly: "Xia Chen."
This voice is completely different from the original voice, but it has the same purpose and the same effect. It has the power of supreme inspiration. Just a name can make people have thoughts that they cannot resist and can only obey.
Xia Chen was stunned, then turned to look in the east direction, and finally determined that the two old men were not the same person, and they did not use the clone method, but two terrifying old men.
"Xia Chen." Suddenly, another faint drink sounded in his ear, with the same tone. It was exactly the same as before, as if three soul-soothing sounds were superimposed on each other and reached in front of Xia Chen.
Xia Chen turned around weakly, and sure enough, another old man walked slowly from the west direction. Although they were all old men, the three of them looked very different, and it was obvious that they could not be the same person.
"Xia Chen, Xia Chen, Xia Chen..."
Suddenly, it was as if countless echoes poured into Xia Chen's mind. Each voice seemed to come from outside the sky, with extremely inspiring power, which made him want to worship, kneel down and kowtow.
Xia Chen's whole body trembled, and he instinctively realized that something was wrong. Although his legs were bent and he was about to kneel down deeply, a loud voice sternly echoed in his heart.
"Don't kneel, don't kneel! If you kneel down, you will be doomed! You will no longer be yourself."
"Don't kneel..."
"Xia Chen, surrender..."
"Don't kneel..."
Two completely different but alternating voices sounded in my mind, conflicting and agitating back and forth.
"Ahhhh..." Xia Chen's heart was in a mess, and he suddenly yelled while holding his head, his eyes were blood red.
"Xia Chen..." The three old men walked a few feet in front of him at the same time, looked at each other, smiled slightly, and shouted in unison.
Boom! Xia Chen's mind felt like it was going to explode. The voice of inspiration instantly dispelled all the noise and turned into a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
Poof! Xia Chen looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes were distracted, the muscles on his face were distorted, and he seemed to be in a state of confusion.
The inspiring voice in my mind suddenly became sacred and inviolable. It was no longer as soft as before, but suddenly full of majesty and brook no objection.
"Kneel down, you despicable ant, your destiny is to surrender, don't resist anymore!"
"Kneel down, repent, you ant, and then wait for the judgment of fate!"
"Ant, what else do you want to resist? You don't need thoughts or consciousness, you are our slave!"
The majestic scolding kept ringing in Xia Chen's mind, gradually becoming chaotic, making him extremely uncomfortable. His body was trembling, and he was about to kneel down involuntarily, with blood pouring out of his mouth continuously.
The three old men looked at each other and smiled peacefully.
"It feels a bit overwhelming to take action against a junior who was born the day after tomorrow." The old man from the east sighed with emotion, but there was no trace of shame on his face.
"Yes, but Mr. Zuo rescued us, so he had to do something for him. I feel ashamed, so I can just kill this junior, and I don't want other Mr. Zuo." The old man from the west nodded.
"Killing this junior is just to show our attitude to Mr. Zuo." The old man from the south said, "Otherwise he is already destined to die, so why would it be worth our while?"
The old man from the east and the old man from the west nodded at the same time.
"Huh?" Suddenly, the three of them were startled at the same time.
"Ahhhh!" Xia Chen roared suddenly, with a blood boiling ferocity in his voice. His body, which was already about to kneel down, suddenly trembled with all its strength, as if it was under some huge pressure.
"Get away from me what majesty, what inspiration, what ups and downs. I, Xia Chen, only kneel down based on my own will. Who do you think you are, you dare to force yourself on me!"
"It's just an image created by a sound. It wants me to surrender. It's just a dream. It makes me kneel down in humiliation. It's absolutely impossible."
"You can kill me, but if you want to insult me or manipulate me, no, it will never be possible."
The unyielding voice came out of Xia Chen's mouth word by word. Although it was extremely difficult and although he struggled hard, it became louder and had an indescribable force.
Compared with the bewitching voice of inspiration, Xia Chen's unyielding voice is stronger and more vast, because this voice comes from the heart, is upright, more real and brighter than the void magic.
Xia Chen raised his arms and roared wildly, as if he had broken through some restraints, and his body stood upright again. With a solemn look on his face, he swept away all the sounds of inspiration and returned to the bright world.
The three old men looked surprised. They thought that Xia Chen was bewitched by the voice of inspiration, and with his cultivation level, there was no way he could resist. However, they didn't expect that Xia Chen's spirit was so powerful that he could break the voice of inspiration.
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Xia Chen slowly wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, swallowed a handful of pills, looked at the three old men solemnly, and said coldly: "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
The monk who almost killed him with just one voice must have surpassed the second level of magical power. Could it be that the old monster standing in front of him is an old monster in the third level of magical power?
How virtuous and capable he is that he is worthy of being personally attacked by a monk of this level? This is very respectable for him.
However, Xia Chen had already put life and death aside at this moment, so he didn't have the slightest fear.
The old man from the east stared at him in surprise for a while, then suddenly smiled: "It's really strange... Xia Chen, you may have heard of us. I come from the Dongsheng Sect of Dayan Kingdom, and my name is Zhang Tianyang."
There was a buzz in Xia Chen's head, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face: "So you are Zhang Tianyang!"
He suddenly turned to the other two old men: "Then you are..."
"Yes, I am Lu Tiefei from the Xiyun Sect, and he is Yue Yipin from the Nanchao Sect. Since you recognize us, you should naturally know why we want to kill you." Lu Tiefei smiled lightly.
"Aren't you banned by the sect? Why are you here?" Xia Chen's face changed again and again, and finally he asked calmly.
He already knew the causes and consequences of being framed in the second round of selection from the four people from Fengling, so naturally he was no stranger to the three Zhang Tianyang.
Mr. Zuo is the mastermind behind the scenes, and Zhang Tianyang, Lu Tiefei and Yue Yipin are the specific executors.
Although they had been banned from the sect and punished due to angry public outcry, this punishment was only symbolic to Xia Chen, and it was the same as having it or not.
In Xia Chen's heart, Zhang Tianyang and the other three people have already entered the must-kill list. Even if they offend the four strongest sects and Master Zuo, Xia Chen will not hesitate to do so.
If he is really strong enough, what if he is the four major sects, or Mr. Zuo? These few accomplices of Mr. Zuo, let them survive for now, and when he becomes stronger, he will naturally have to regain his place one by one.
What he didn't expect was that before he came to the door, three old guys came to him. What on earth was going on?
"Other than Mr. Zuo, who can let us out?" Yue Yipin narrowed his eyes, "You can die in our hands, it is an honor to die."
"Did Mr. Zuo save you and ask you to kill me?" Xia Chen looked stern, "He promised not to attack me under any circumstances within five years."
"Haha, Master Zuo certainly won't deal with an ant like you." Zhang Tianyang smiled faintly, "Master Zuo doesn't know if we kill you, and he doesn't need to know. Whether you die or not is just a matter of possibility to him.
Nothing, do you understand?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!