I Have a Mythical Tree

Ji Xia built a spiritual ban for a long time before returning to Shanggan Palace.

It is already late at night.

But the night is not peaceful. In the Yeming Secret Realm, there is only the sun and no moon.

As a result, the Yeming Secret Realm at night was almost brightly illuminated by the burning runes.

People who are able to practice in the Yeming Secret Realm often don't need sleep for more than ten days. With such a strong practice atmosphere in Tai Cang, how can these people give up their practice?

Especially those young students, because there are too many academies in Taicang, and there is no shortage of talented people, but in the Yeming Secret Realm, there are not many cultivation places that can be given to these students.

Therefore, Tai Cang Xue Gong Xing asked these outstanding students to rotate every two months.

In the eyes of these students, the time for practice in the secret realm is very important.

Because entering the secret realm not only means the extended time, but also the full supply of many cultivation resources.

There is no doubt that after entering the Yeming Secret Realm and obtaining the cultivation qualification, if one has the ability, one can drink many buffing pills as water.

Later, Lu Yu suggested that the officials of Taicang give up the practice time in the secret realm during the day to the students of the academy, and at night, the officials of Taicang would enter the secret realm to practice again.

From that day on, the Yeming Secret Realm was fully operational.

In this case, the night in the Yeming Secret Realm is actually the same as the daytime, there are still military drills, students practicing supernatural powers, and officials practicing quietly.

As for Ji Xia, when he returned to Shanggan Palace, he sat on the upper throne without any hesitation, his consciousness lightly moved, and his long sleeves slightly raised.

In the center of the hall, the spiritual light moved slightly, and suddenly seven figures slowly gathered together.

After a few breaths, the aura dissipated, and seven different powerhouses emerged from the aura.

They stood in front of Ji Xia and greeted Ji Xia slowly.

Only the tall figure with a bronze mask on his face said, "Lord Minsheng pays homage to the lord."

The other six people knelt down respectfully.

Ji Xia looked sideways at these strangest and most powerful assassins in the Xiantang world, feeling more and more satisfied.

The auras of these seven strong men were very vague and uncertain. Even though they were kneeling in the hall, their auras flickered, as if these figures in front of them were puppets and not real people.

"Are you the ghost master?"

Ji Xia stood up from the throne, put his hands behind his back, and asked.

"My lord, I am the ghost lord and the leader of the minsheng lord." His voice was hoarse and deep, but he was very respectful.

Ji Xia nodded, motioned for them to get up, and walked slowly in front of them.

The seven powerhouses have no similarities, and they don't even have anything in common in the exercises they practice.

"Since then, no one but me will know your true identities."

Ji Xia returned to the throne, his eyes were cold, and he said: "Your mission is to remove all obstacles that can be removed on the road of strength for me, Tai Cang, for me, do you know?"

The ghost master nodded silently, and said silently, "We already know the situation of the human race in this world. My lord, Xiantang, we are doing nothing to eliminate all enemies for the Holy Emperor. Most of them are of the same race. Now, How can we soften our hearts when we slaughter alien races?"

Ji Xia nodded, suddenly stretched out her finger, and tapped lightly.

In the historical records of Tai Cang, there are pictures of Tai Cang being bullied, tortured, and even swallowed by alien races in the long history.

Among them, many women and babies were also massacred.

Countless years have passed, and the pictures are also leaping away one by one.

The Seven Lords of Life and Death looked at the pictures of the disappearing spirits one after another, their eyes were quiet, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Ji Xia stared at the Seven Lords of Life, and suddenly said quietly:

"As stunning assassins, do you need redemption?"

The Seven Masters were silent, and the Tong Master, who only looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old child, had a look of pain on his face.

"I believe that there must be countless dead souls in your hands, and I also believe that some of you will scoff at my words in your heart."

Ji Xia's eyes became colder and colder, and he glanced at everyone one by one: "Because you are the top assassins,

Unparalleled slaughterers, you don't need a conscience, you just need to reap your lives, so in my heart, you don't need redemption. "

"And I didn't need to let you see these scenes, to see these tough but weak ancestors, fighting with many ordeals, and then being swallowed up. I just need to sit on the throne and give you an order immediately."

"Because I am your master, the words in my mouth are the way of heaven for you!"

Ji Xia's words were extremely quiet, but the dominance in his words was unrivaled.

Immediately, there was a vigorous spiritual energy leaping all over his body, sweeping the entire upper palace.

Numerous scenes reappeared, including scenes of people fighting for generations; pictures of people begging to die in order to defend the country;

The seven masters looked around, and the pictures suddenly changed drastically!

They saw alien races that had been hostile to Tai Cang for generations, being slaughtered by the human army.

The soldiers of the big country who came aggressively were killed by the human race.

I also saw that the human race was admired by many weak and small races on the banks of the Xixi River, and they paid tribute to the human race!

The majesty of the human race is rising vigorously!

"I don't intend to redeem you, but you once served Xiantang! Xiantang Wushuang, and I, Tai Cang, should also be Wushuang?"

"As human beings, you should be touched by those rough scenes in the past, even if your blood has turned cold. I'm not trying to redeem you by showing you these scenes."

At this point in Ji Xia's words, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He said brightly, "Taicang is my country, where human races struggle and die together! There is mutual benevolence, and we will share in the great event of Taicang's prosperity!"

"I don't want such a vibrant and energetic country to have you lifeless human races who kill for the sake of killing!"

"Seven Lords of Life, before I set your mission, go, go to Taidu to settle down! Talk, socialize, and live with our Taicang people! One day, you will use these ordinary people to redeem Own!"

The child master suddenly nodded heavily, his eyes were immature, but also full of determination.

The ghost master seemed to be thinking, and stood here quietly.

But the sword master suddenly became upright and said: "My lord, don't worry too much. I joined the master of life to keep the politics of the old country clean and the people happy. Now in this world of cannibalism, I will also kill with the sword in my hand." Use this to defend the way in your heart!"

The eyes of the rest of the minsheng masters seemed to be moved.

And Ji Xia smiled slightly, and said: "Back off, find a place with a lot of people to live temporarily, contact our Taicang human race, and when you need to kill, I will naturally call you to come."

"But I still don't want you to become the walking dead born to kill."

"Killing is just a means, not an end, but in my Tai Cang, protecting the country and fighting for the lives of the human race is the end."