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Wuxian Song Qianji seemed to be about to let out a voice transmission, but instead laughed:

"Do you think that if you reveal your identity, they will listen to you?"

His smile was not mocking, but rather compassionate, like watching an innocent child dying.

Tens of thousands of people on both sides of the Red River practice hundreds of different exercises, with different origins, goals, and personalities.

In the open, there are aristocratic families watching coldly, while in the dark, there are enemies from Qianqu or Mobei waiting for an opportunity.

It is impossible for anyone to convince these people who have different thoughts and guard against each other with just one sentence, and unite to listen to his command.

Even if he is the king of thousands of canals, the strongest genius today.

On the contrary, because of his identity, some people must suspect that he sneaked into the secret realm quietly and waited until this time to speak out, whether he had planned and harbored malicious intentions.

Song Qianji's speaking will only make the scene more chaotic, and the believers of King Qianqu will conflict with the doubters first.

The more chaotic the crowd, the harder it is to escape, and eventually become the Su Xing Dajiao's dinner.

Wu Xiang smiled and said: "Benefactor Song, others may not understand you. But the poor monk went blind once in order to see you clearly."

Song Qianji stayed behind to kill people, but it was too late to save them.

If you go back to save people, you can only let him go.

In this dilemma, Wu Xiang accurately calculated the time, location, Song Qianji's possible strongest strength, and all variables.

Even if Song Qianji practiced a technique such as the avatar technique to split himself in two, the power of the avatar must be weaker than that of the main body, and he could neither kill him nor slaughter Jiao.

Most people in the world perish because of greed. They want both, but they can't get either.

Song Qianji could only choose one.

……

Mingyue hides.The waves of the big river are like red clouds rolling over.

The earth trembled slightly.

At first no one paid attention to it. It was just that more rocks fell from the mountain walls on the south bank, and the trees on the north bank shook and dropped more fallen leaves.

The battle on the river is fierce, and it is normal for the earth to shake and the mountains to shake, and the spiritual energy to change.

The monks boasted that they had seen the big scene, and they showed more self-defense weapons, and the array masters strengthened the protective array.

Everyone was still staring at the river surface, not wanting to miss each move of the four of them, while secretly transmitting voice:

"I just heard that King Wei is in a hurry. When it dawns, he will forcibly cross the river no matter whether the formation on the river is broken or not!"

"The self-defense king's team entered the cheat book, and kept going in one direction without stopping on the road. A casual repair team followed them and said that they would rather throw the corpses of monsters that they couldn't finish in place than waste time, which shows that the purpose is clear."

"There must be a treasure born around here! When they and Qian Qu decide the winner, let's quietly follow the winner... Hey, did you hear anything?"

"Don't panic, Editor Ji is manipulating the tenth formation, let's take a closer look!"

The vibrations became more and more intense, and the intervals became shorter and shorter.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Once, twice, like the heartbeat of a huge living creature underground.

The water waves became turbid at a speed visible to the naked eye.The sediment deposited on the river bed for many years and the corpses of dead fish and shrimp surfaced, turning the color of the river from red to black, like a pot of thick dirty blood that was constantly stirred.

The night breeze filled with the fragrance of forests and trees was replaced by a strong stench.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept across the land, the water surged, and a huge wave rushed towards the south bank.

On the meadow on the bank under the cliff, the monks watched the battle in the protective formation. They were used to the waves of the water, so they didn't care.

But this wave is unusual, it contains a torrential power, and the pressure seems to be heavy, like a dragon soaring into the sky and hitting the crowd directly.

The keen monk hastily sacrificed his magic weapon and flew up the cliff to avoid danger.

The one who moved a little later failed to escape, and the protective formation was shattered by the black waves.

In an instant, there were screams at the bottom of the cliff, which was extremely tragic.

Meng Heze couldn't stop him, but was submerged in it instead.

"Bah, it's really unpalatable!" He split the black waves with his sword, spit out a mouthful of dirty muddy water, and turned around to drink, "Ji Chen, what are you doing?!"

This battle was fought happily, but he couldn't fight for a long time, and his strength was exhausted, so he couldn't help feeling irritable.

Unexpectedly, Ji Chen's complexion was worse than his: "It's not me! His sister is not me!"

The line that had been commanded by his arm trembled violently before, and he found that he was losing his perception of the formation.

I thought it was some powerful move by the guard Zhen Yu and his gang, but it can be seen that Li Cigou's face is like gold paper, and the silver lines bursting out from the array are dim, as if his spiritual energy has been exhausted;

The veins on Zhu Sheng's forehead were bulging, and the fire on the blade's edge gradually weakened. It was actually more difficult than him and Meng Heze.

On the north bank, Wei Zhenyu opened his eyes and suddenly shouted: "A truce!"

Li Cigou and Zhu Sheng originally thought that the other side was the first to shoot in the dark, but when Ji Chen said it was not him, they knew it was wrong and retreated quickly.

The filthy waves rose one after another, Meng Heze cut them open with a sword, and rescued them: "The situation is wrong, fight again next time!"

Li and Zhu took advantage of this to escape and rushed back to the cliff, their faces pale.

Looking back, the golden thread sent by Ji Chen passed by Meng Heze, who fell into the middle of the river and was almost submerged.

"boom!"

Wei Zhenyu didn't move, and the sword light swung out in the air, breaking the muddy water and sending Meng Heze back to the other side.

The casual repair team paled in panic, like a group of mice in a maze, circling crazily in place.

Lu Zhou scratched his hands anxiously: "King Wei, is something serious going on!"

Wei Zhenyu had no time to answer, and only said loudly: "Prepare for battle!"

All the silver armors drew their knives together, and the silver light shone like stars.

At the same time, Ji Chen helped Meng Heze up, and said loudly, "Disciple Qianqu, be careful!"

The black waves rolled, and thousands of people rushed around like headless chickens, and chaos was about to erupt.

Suddenly a voice resounded, shaking the world.

It was a very deep male voice, coming from a long way away, like falling slowly from the top of the sky, and like passing through a long distance and a long time:

"The underground palace of Blood River Valley will appear, and the first trial will begin."

The echoes from both sides of the strait continued for a long time.

"The Blood River Valley underground palace will appear..."

All the monks were shocked, they all stopped and looked at the sky in a daze.

Blood River Valley Underground Palace? !

According to legend, there is a hidden inheritance of a soaring power. In the underground palace, there are countless superb skills and countless accumulations of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

No one has ever seen or obtained it, but among the monks who came to the Blood River Valley, who has never heard of the legend of the underground palace?

The crowd is completely boiling.

"They have been fighting for so long, and there is indeed a rare treasure here!"

"This is the guidance of the remnant soul left by Senior Feisheng!"

Many people saluted to the sky to show their gratitude and respect to their predecessors.

Everyone fell into a frenzy, but very few people remained calm. Wei Zhenyu vaguely felt that something was wrong, and signaled the silver armors to be quiet.

Ji Chen and Meng Heze also signaled to disciple Qianqu to stay calm.

The voice said slowly again: "The two thousand-year-old Zhenhe giant dragon will appear. This is the first trial. Anyone who kills the dragon can enter the underground palace to search for treasure. Those who do not enter the underground palace must leave quickly."

It seems that this senior has a good temper, and the trial is not compulsory.

The humble cultivators, who just wanted to watch the fun and didn't want to work hard, breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly picked up the flying magic weapon, and fled away quickly.

More monks were emotionally excited, wanting to witness the once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity, but less than one-tenth of them left.

No matter what thoughts you had when you came here, what you think at this time is surprisingly similar——

As the voice in the sky said, the condition for entering the underground palace is "the one who contributes", not "the one who kills the flood dragon".

As for whether it is possible to kill Jiao, since it is a test, as long as it is done according to the instructions of the seniors, is there any reason why it cannot be done?

Ji Chen frowned tightly, and suddenly his ears itched, and heard a voice as subtle as a mosquito entering his ear:

"The situation is urgent, so don't ask too many questions. I will send you the dragon-slaying formation tonight, and you will change immediately."

Ji Chen was overjoyed, it was Brother Song!

The exhausted spirit immediately revived, and my whole body was full of strength.

He nodded quickly, but his eyes were slightly sour: "So Brother Song has been watching us..."

Thousands of huge waves separated to the two sides.

"boom!"

The big jiao brazenly came out of the water!

The head of the dragon is like a mountain, and the pupils of the dragon are like fire.Jiao's body covers a hundred feet wide river.

"Ow!"

The big flood raised its head and roared angrily!

As soon as it opened its eyes, it suddenly met tens of thousands of piercing eyes.

Hunger and eager than it is.

……

Above the wilderness, the world is boundless.

Wu Xiangji had two swords in his body, one on his shoulder and the other on his waist and abdomen. The wound was bloody, and he described it as miserable.

"Song Qianji, you, you..."

He listened with his own ears to Song Qianji dispatching troops and condemning generals, making arrangements step by step, and his expression of pity became stunned.

The screams from the river bank turned into cheers at some point.

Song Qianji did not explain to him that most assassins in the world die because of talking too much, and he would not make such a classic mistake.

It wasn't until he stabbed down with the sword for the last time that he felt the opponent's life was gradually passing away, and then he slowly tore off the sound reinforcement amulet, and said:

"It's been a long time since I've done this, I'm a little novice."

It is indeed too long.

For him, tonight, he chose not to choose "kill one person" or "save ten thousand people".

Instead, choose "Leave" or "Stay".

After killing this person and completing the task entrusted by Xian Jianchen, he can return to Song Yuan to live a good life of farming and growing flowers. No one knows that he has been to the secret realm.

Letting this person go, and going to the Red River to slaughter Jiao, will completely stir up the bloody river valley.Missing this opportunity, this person's injuries are gradually recovering, and the next time they meet, it will definitely be harder to kill.

In the end, he used the dragon-slaying array passed down by the chess ghost, which means he officially took over the inheritance.

He escaped from the choice Wuxiang gave him, but he did not escape from his own inner choice.

Song Qianji put away the sword, wiped off the blood, and put it back into the scabbard lightly:

"What do you think I'm going to say to persuade them to run away in danger? Or let Meng Heze and Jichen save people?"

Wuxiang opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood poured out, and his voice was hoarse:

"That's right, the reason why you win thousands of miles and control the situation is of course based on interests and fear. I knew you were not a soft-hearted person, and I never missed you..."

Song Qianji gave a "tsk", and whispered to himself: "No one thinks of this, and neither do I. If you want to blame it, blame that bastard Xian Jianchen."

The bright light in Wuxiang's eyes gradually disappeared, like a candle being extinguished.

Song Qianji looked at his miserable appearance, and remembered that this person had said to himself in his previous life, "It is harder to create than to destroy, and it is harder to save someone than to kill him." Feeling this absurdity, he leaned over slightly and stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the other party's mouth, and the voice was inaudible:

"You are more suitable than I thought..."

The voice did not fall, and the breath died.

What is suitable? !

Song Qianji's heart moved, his five fingers dropped, and he gently covered his eyes.