I'm a killer with no emotions

After Qin Shen disappeared, the golden light on the formation became brighter and more dazzling, and the round and round runes carried an ancient and mysterious aura, which made people daunting.

The sun gathered into a beam and sprinkled on the huge and magnificent figure in the mid-air, and the multicolored auspicious clouds gathered over the Tianshen Temple, attracting countless people from outside to stop and watch, all in amazement.

The courtiers and families who were stunned by Qin Shen before had woken up one after another, and the little emperor also opened his eyes in a daze, but he was suffering from physical weakness and couldn't move.

The high priest was still unconscious.

Both Huo Chen and Ning Yan knelt on the ground holding their heads in pain, with their eyes closed and their brows furrowed, as if they were enduring some great pain.

Yun Lan stared blankly at the illusory figure in the white light, his eyes were blank, and he was muttering something.

The only person present who was awake and still able to move was Ning Zhe.

He walked under the huge figure and looked up at him with calm and fearless eyes.

There was a figure the size of a pavilion standing in the air, and he lowered his head slowly, watching him.

Judging from the figure alone, Ning Zhe's delicate and thin body looks even smaller and insignificant when compared with the hatchback. It makes people worry that the giant shadow can crush him to death with only one little finger.

However, in terms of aura, Ning Zhe, who looked thin and incompetent, did not lose the wind, and even had a strange... a faint aura that lived above it.

"Young master..."

The red-clothed girl in Qin Shen's family opened her eyes bewilderedly, and looked at this scene with amazement.

"I am a remnant of God's soul."

The giant shadow whose face could not be seen clearly spoke at last, and the sound was like a bell ringing, containing a myriad of divine powers, directly hitting the soul.

What's even more amazing is that this voice actually came directly into everyone's minds, solemn and dignified, and naturally noble.

Whether it is the countless people outside the Tianshen Temple, or the people who have just woken up in the Tianshen Temple, everyone who hears this voice and sees this giant shadow will feel reverence and reverence in their hearts. He shouted "God bless the people".

Even Yunlan Ningyan couldn't resist the overwhelming pressure, she knelt down and straightened her back with difficulty.

Only Ning Zhe remained motionless, standing in place like a mountain.

The giant shadow, or god shadow, its gaze fell on Ning Zhe lightly, "My puppet, what doubts do you have?"

Ning Zhe didn't say a word of nonsense, and asked directly: "My sister, Ning Xuan, who is it?"

"There is no such person in the Three Thousand Realms." Shenying answered his question, "You are made of puppet wood, not a living being, and do not enter reincarnation. Because you send my blood, you are considered a divine vein."

Ning Zhe had expected it earlier, and he was still calm, "So, Ning Xuan is just a delusion of mine, isn't it?"

"Not at all."

An indifferent voice came in, followed by a snow-colored figure standing beside him, looking up at the huge and solemn figure in midair like him.

Ning Zhe turned his head and blinked, "You're awake."

The high priest looked down at him indifferently, his brows were cold, and there was no emotion in his glazed gray eyes.

"This person exists in your memory, but you didn't choose 'Xuan', but 'Xuan', another low-level god created by the High God, who is called a brother with the High God."

"And, Ning Xuan is a man."

A question mark popped up in Ning Zhe's heart. In fact, he wanted to ask, since God gave him life, how could he be called a brother of the same generation... Isn't this a mess?

But the high priest probably didn't want to hear his nonsense, Ning Zhe blinked and swallowed the words back.

The words of the high priest made him think of Ling Ji, this woman was very familiar to him, and he once believed that Ling Ji was Xuanxuan.

But after No. 67 reminded him, he realized that he had guessed wrong, and finally realized that he had been deceiving himself all along.

Yun Lan's betrayal and Ning Yan's abandonment made him afraid of loneliness. He regarded Ning Xuan as his salvation, and he held on to the last straw and refused to let go.

Because only Ning Xuan truly belonged to him, and only Ning Xuan could prove that he once lived in this world as a person, not a monster.

It's a pity that Ning Xuan is fake, it's just a phantom fabricated in his mind by the high priest in order to protect Da Yue's blood.

What's more, Ling Ji herself admitted that she is the Emperor of Dayue.

It's just that he himself doesn't want to believe it, doesn't want to think about it, and has to wait until all expectations are shattered before he has to accept this result

Ning Zhe's eyes lightly fell on the little emperor who was struggling on the ground beside him, but couldn't stand up anyway.

"Damn it...Damn it! Come on! Help me up!"

"Where are people! Where are they all dead!"

"He hasn't recovered his memory at this time, he is not the little emperor in your impression." The high priest reminded him lightly from the side.

Ning Zhe was stunned when he heard the words, listening to the meaning of this...

"You... your memory..."

"I followed Qin Xuanhe and went into the reverse flow of time. Qin Xuanhe trapped me in a way and made me unconscious for more than ten days before I woke up."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Zhe lightly, the frost in his glazed gray pupils piercing, "Ning Zhe, hide here so I can find you easily."

Ning Zhedeng took two steps back, and became vigilant, "Master..."

The high priest looked at his trembling body for a while.

Unexpectedly, he didn't do anything else, "Forget it, I didn't come here for you today."

As he spoke, he looked at the divine figure in mid-air, bowed his head respectfully, and said calmly, "Master."

Shen Ying said: "A-Lian, I'm just a trace of remnant soul, I'm not the God himself."

"The master is the master, and the remnant soul is also the master." The high priest was still stubborn.

He raised his head to look at the phantom, and there was a faint light flickering in his usually calm gray eyes, "Master, the seven stars are not gathered, and the Ziwei star is dim. What should I do to bring you back to life?"

Ning Zhe widened his eyes and looked at him in surprise.

It was the first time he heard such admiration and respect in the stagnant voice of the high priest.

He even called himself a "slave"...

Is this really his noble and indifferent master?

"I have left a reincarnated body in the human world. When the remnant soul and blood return to their place, I can be resurrected."

As Shenying said, the body made of clouds and mist slowly became more and more illusory, and the voice was about to disappear.

reincarnated body...

The high priest suddenly looked at Yun Lan, who was bewildered, and asked anxiously, "Master, is it Yun Lan? Yun Lan is your reincarnation, but is that so?"

"Whoever holds a lotus in his heart is a reincarnation."

After saying this, the divine figure disappeared along with the white light, and the people bowed to see them off, cheering and joyful.

"Shangshen... our Da Yue's Shangshen is finally coming back to life!"

"Great!"

"But what the Great Master God said—carrying a lotus in your heart, what does it mean?"

"The lotus of the Shinto way is the divine flower of Da Yue... Could it be that God meant that the person with the imprint of the lotus in his heart?"

"Or...a person whose heart is as pure as a snow lotus?"

The people and courtiers around were discussing a lot, the high priest was dazed for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, an invisible hand in the void grabbed Ning Zhe's skirt and dragged him over forcibly.

"Master, master." Ning Zhe was always afraid of him.

The high priest didn't say anything, and the wind blade was about to cut him.

Yuki and Ling appeared almost immediately to attack him.

He lacked divine power at first, and what he transformed into was also a defenseless baby.

Now after several months of recuperation, and number 67 giving him more than half of his own energy, he has already been able to transform into a young man.

Xue and Ling directly attacked the hand holding Ning Zhe, forcing him to let go, and then quickly protected Ning Zhe in his arms, using their backs to block the powerful wind blades that followed.

Blue blood dripped from his forehead and fell on Ning Zhe's cheek.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to wipe lightly, and said in a daze, "A Ling..."

Xue and Ling smiled at him, "Master, don't worry, A Ling is already capable of protecting you."

He had a young man's face, handsome and beautiful, his pupils were shining like a galaxy of stars.

Ning Zhe felt in a daze that he seemed to have seen this face somewhere... before.

Before he could figure it out, Xue and Ling had let him go and told him to run away, then turned around and rushed up to fight with the high priest.

Compared with the powerful high priest, he was obviously at a disadvantage, and he was just desperately helping Ning Zhe to gain time to escape.

It's a pity that besides the high priest, there are still countless people who want his life.

The guards rushed in and surrounded him, the little emperor was helped up, stood up and stared at him coldly, and ordered: "Catch this assassin and torture me! If you dare to assassinate me, I must call him regret!"

"Stop!" The girl in red snarled, and rushed in to protect Ning Zhe behind her, "This is from my Qin family, who dares to touch him!?"

Then he patted Ning Zhe on the head, smiled and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, little boy, it will be fine when brother comes back, he is very powerful, and he will definitely not let you get hurt."

Ning Zhe remained silent, thinking that your brother might never come back.

He gently pushed the red-clothed girl away, and an invisible wisp of fire sprang up from his fingertips, but spread to the entire altar in an instant, trapping everyone in the blue sea of ​​purgatory flames.

"what is this!"

"Fire...I see fire!"

"Help, let me go..."

There were shrill screams one after another, and the originally ferocious guards collapsed in an instant, rolling and struggling on the ground in pain.

The girl in red stared blankly at all this, unable to recover.

Ning Zhe took her hand, put a candy on her palm, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Then he left directly, and while everyone was still in shock, he dodged to Yun Lan's side, and quickly slapped him.

Yun Lan was startled, she didn't know when he came behind her, she blocked the blow with all her strength, and took a few steps back, spitting blood.

Ning Zhe kept his face indifferent, and without holding back his hand, all the blue flames were released, trapping Yunlan in the blink of an eye.

Yun Lan was terrified, "Who the hell are you!?"

Ning Zhe ignored him, grabbed him in his hand, put the dagger firmly against his neck, and sternly shouted to the high priest in mid-air: "Master, if you don't stop, I will kill him immediately!"