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Arrogant War Sovereign

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The silent Xiao Yue, the cold hook was like a painting, and the snow-like moonlight scattered on the luxurious jade bed.

A handsome young man around the age of 15 with a pale complexion was lying on the gums. From his pained expression, one could tell that he was seriously injured.

Her black pupils slightly moved, and what entered her eyes was the antique furnishings of the house, as if she had been transported to ancient times, and she subconsciously pinched her own face.

The one who spoke was Sun Yi, looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had succeeded in his scheme, without a doubt, all of this was because of him.

"Eh? I'm not dead? Damn, how could I not die? "Why am I still alive …" The fact that he didn't die meant that he had to continue living a life filled with regret and exhaustion.

Instantly, the sound of snickering could be heard from the surroundings. When they raised their heads to look, they saw that all the young geniuses had expressions of schadenfreude.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!" "What's going on?" A sharp pain came from his dantian. This heart-wrenching pain made him sweat profusely.

Seeing Sikong Bai being reprimanded so harshly that his skin was not even covered, the Elder Zhao immediately spoke up to stop him.

The pain from the heart-piercing pain made it take a good half a day for the tower to catch its breath.

"You … "You are trying to force the truth!" Under Chu He's powerful oppression, it took a long time for Sikong Bai to force out a few words.

"That's not right, why would I think of these weird things? Did I teleport here?" A mass of memories suddenly appeared in his head, letting him know that he was transported to another world, a world where the strong preyed on the weak.

"Someone come!" The Four Treasures of the Mansion! "

"Damn, I really survived a great calamity, I transmigrated!"

Seeing Sikong Bai being reprimanded so harshly that his skin was not even covered, the Elder Zhao immediately spoke up to stop him.

"That is to say, I can stimulate my life again?"

Brother Chonglou was suddenly a little agitated.

Brother, you don't have many hobbies, you just like to play the game, and you only have three or five bottles and two forced punches.

With Little Bo's heart beating and stimulation, it was like he was playing with his life. As for fixing a car and playing with women, it was an embellishment of his beautiful life.

However, his fate was not good.

"You brat, don't think that you can fool us just by sliding a broken stick on a piece of paper!"

He had played with all sorts of beauties, but he had the bad luck of being tricked by a woman. Not only had he been tricked by a lover, but he had also lost a large portion of his gambling debts, and had been hunted down in the greater half of Jiangnan.

"Someone come!" The Four Treasures of the Mansion! "

When they were being chased down and running away, the amorous Chuang Lou had taken the chance to fix the daughter of the King of Macau, but she was immediately turned into a sieve by a team of armed soldiers.

"It actually …" Using a wooden stick as a brush! "

The legendary life of playing with his heart beat stimulation, until the end of his life, Chonglou never regretted it.

The one who spoke was Sun Yi, looking at his expression, it was obvious that he had succeeded in his scheme, without a doubt, all of this was because of him.

He only felt that his luck wasn't very good. If he could have his life back, he believed that he would have lived with even more excitement.

"Bam!"

Life is all about heartbeat and excitement. It's meaningless to just walk a life peacefully!

Fortunately, the heavens had treated him well, because he had been reborn. Furthermore, he had been reborn into a world of cultivation where he could enjoy both the stimulation and the heartbeat.

Moreover, in this world where the strong preyed on the weak, it was more suitable for a person like him who played with the stimulation of his heartbeat!

Logically speaking, he should have been in a miserable state, but he didn't expect that Ye Xiwen would have a young master as miserable as he was.

Under Elder Zhao's orders, the four treasures of the study were placed in front of the two.

In this so-called Profound Cultivation World, the owner of this body was a cultivation trash that anyone could humiliate. His experience truly made those who heard it sad, and those who heard would shed tears.

However, only those who had been immersed in calligraphy for decades dared to use a wooden stick to replace a brush.

What was more pitiful was that this guy had been humiliated by others for more than ten years. He finally couldn't hold back the anger burning in his heart. He wanted to fight with someone else, but his Xuan Core was broken and he died miserably.

"Junior naturally won't have any problems, it's just that this Chu He is only a chef, a lowly commoner. Letting him compose poems on the spur of the moment seems to be too difficult for him."

What made Chonglou the most speechless was that this fellow was called Chonglou.

"Brother, we are both miserable people. "Since you and your brother have become one, you are me and I am you. I will help you wash away your humiliation!" Chonglou promised firmly.

This promise was without a doubt high-spirited and unwavering.

But just as he finished making his promise, Chonglou started to crumble a little because only after looking through the memories of this "Chonglou" did he realize that things weren't that simple.

"Fuck." This world was actually like this! Unable to cultivate? Then what's the use of laozi living! "

"The Xuan Core has been broken into pieces, why don't I f * cking die? This world is so dark, how am I supposed to live?"

"You brat, don't think that you can fool us just by sliding a broken stick on a piece of paper!"

"Don't tell me that we have to rely on our running bag to win? "Mine is going …"

"Hatred from Sikong Bai + 66."

After a series of curses, he was slightly agitated. The pain from where his Xuan Core had shattered caused Chonglou to faint once more.

"Hehe!" I'm being unreasonable? It is you Sour Scholars who will only misinterpret the meaning of those previous scholars to cover up the fact that you are incapable and lazy! "

"Brother Chong Ben, I heard from the clan doctor that the kid from Chonglou is actually not dead yet!" A voice seemed to have appeared in his mind.

"Yo …" "Why are you so careless? You even wrote down the tip of the brush. It seems like you can only write with your finger dipped in ink …"

"That waste Chonglou has already been crippled by Big Brother Zhonglou. Even if he is still alive, there are no hidden dangers. At most, we can just go back and casually take care of him." "Anyhow, he's a piece of trash that anyone can step on …" The young man's voice was filled with a venomous viciousness.

"Why would that trash, Chonglou, need me to do it again?" "It's fine as long as my little brothers do it in place of me …"

Hearing this conversation, the furious Chonglou came back to his senses from the pain of the Xuan Core.

Instantly, the sound of snickering could be heard from the surroundings. When they raised their heads to look, they saw that all the young geniuses had expressions of schadenfreude.

"Damn, my body is so miserable. I was actually secretly harmed by these two idiots?" How could I have heard the conversation between these two fools? "

"Since my son says that you know how to sing poetry and make enemies, then fine, let's start with snow. Both of us will write a poem and I will be the judge. What do you think?"

Chonglou cursed angrily, but he was still a bit doubtful.

"Hehe!" I'm being unreasonable? It is you Sour Scholars who will only misinterpret the meaning of those previous scholars to cover up the fact that you are incapable and lazy! "

Despite his doubts, Chonglou clenched his fists tightly. He swore silently in his heart that he would never let go of those two idiots called Chong Ben and Zhong Zhou. These two were the first two people in this cultivation world that he wanted to step on.

"The time limit is ten minutes. The two of you will start with snow." Seeing that the two were ready, the Elder Zhao announced the start of the battle.

His clenched fist suddenly felt pain, as if there was something on it. When he lifted it up, he realized that it was a pigeon egg-sized blood-red gem that he had casually taken from the King of Gamble's daughter.

"Eh? "How did this ruby come into this world?" Duo Yang rubbed the blood-red gem in his hand, puzzled.

Seeing how the other party had continuously criticized his identity, Chu He naturally could not just sit there and watch. He immediately placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the front of Sikong Bai's seat.

His black eyes swivelled slightly as he licked his lips, wondering how much this gem would cost in this world. Then, a blood-red light shot into his heart.

"Damn it, what the heck is this thing!" Before he could see anything clearly, a blood-curdling screech rang out from Chonglou. His body began to tremble like a sieve as he shouted, "Yay! Buy the discs!"

In that short moment, Zhong Yang once again felt the pain invading his bone marrow and penetrating through his flesh.

"The time limit is ten minutes. The two of you will start with snow." Seeing that the two were ready, the Elder Zhao announced the start of the battle.

The moment that streak of blood-red light entered his heart, the blood in his body started to disperse, evaporating like water. Chonglou could clearly feel that the blood in his body was being forcefully changed.

His body felt like it was being cut by a thousand knives, and it also felt like someone was holding a steel chisel, digging into his bones and extracting his bone marrow. The steel chisel was also carved with complex black and gold veined patterns, and the deep pain in his bones nearly drove him crazy.

It was not as if he had never heard of someone using a wooden stick as a brush to write a masterpiece.

He fainted in pain and then regained consciousness. He had no idea how much time had passed, but as time went by, Chonglou discovered that his mystical pills had been fully recovered and his injuries were all healed.

The flesh and blood inside his body were actually covered in black and gold magic prints. These black and gold magic prints seemed to have strengthened his body to its limit. The muscles were agitated, and the blood was flowing. His body was filled with explosive power!

"Blood of the Demon God!"

"Hehe!" I'm being unreasonable? It is you Sour Scholars who will only misinterpret the meaning of those previous scholars to cover up the fact that you are incapable and lazy! "

A bit of information suddenly appeared in Chonglou's mind.

Under Elder Zhao's orders, the four treasures of the study were placed in front of the two.

That blood-red light just now was actually the Demon God blood. It was the blood of the Demon God that transformed his body.

The memories changed once again as memories regarding the demonic god surfaced in his mind.

However, only those who had been immersed in calligraphy for decades dared to use a wooden stick to replace a brush.

The demonic god, that was an ancient memory!

Ten thousand years ago, two gods appeared in the Spirit Profound Realm. Evil devil gods and righteous gods, both of them had reached the limit of the Spirit Martial Realm and each of them had created an unrivalled achievement.

Even Elder Zhao, who was sitting at the seat of honor, felt a shock when he saw this.

However, this small world could only accommodate one true god.

Just as he finished reprimanding Zhao An, Elder Zhao's gaze fell on him. Seeing his carefree look, he became even more furious.

In order to obtain the title of the world's number one true god, the Demon God and the God of Heaven had erupted into a great battle.

In that battle, half of the Profound Spirit World was broken into pieces, the continent shattered, and all living beings were annihilated.

At the final moment of the battle between the two True Gods, the God of Heaven had broken through the barrier of heaven and earth, sending the Evil Demon God into the abyss forever.

The God of Justice had defeated the evil demon god. The evil had been completely dispelled, and the spiritual world was at peace and quiet.

Seeing Sikong Bai being reprimanded so harshly that his skin was not even covered, the Elder Zhao immediately spoke up to stop him.

This was what the Heavy Tower knew when looking through the memories in its mind. However, when this memory appeared in its mind.

A voice suddenly resounded in the Heavy Tower's mind!

"Bullsh * t, the God of Heaven, that hypocrite, colluded with other God Kings to deal with laozi, otherwise laozi would be beaten into the chaotic currents in the void?"

This voice carried extreme annoyance and anger, and it was even more disdainful of the mighty God of Heaven in the Spiritual Martial Force.

"Who, who is talking? Who are you? "

When he heard this voice, Chonglou hurriedly asked with a bit of arrogance in his manner of speaking.

"Damn it, stinky brat, I am a demon god, and you dare to speak to me like that?! If I didn't have only one remnant soul left, I would really slap you, an arrogant stinky brat, to death!"

"The time limit is ten minutes. The two of you will start with snow." Seeing that the two were ready, the Elder Zhao announced the start of the battle.

The demon god roared in anger.

"Demon god? You, you are that evil demon god? "

After being reprimanded by Chu He, Sikong Bai's face was covered with dirt, and he finally fell on his butt on the ground.

Chonglou shrank back as he muttered in a low voice. There was even a trace of disdain in his eyes, because the words demon god were quite frightening. After all, the word 'Demon' was enough to make one's hair stand on end and cause one's limbs to turn slightly cold.

"Since my son says that you know how to sing poetry and make enemies, then fine, let's start with snow. Both of us will write a poem and I will be the judge. What do you think?"

"Evil? Your whole family is evil! "

The demon god seemed to especially hate people who called him evil …

Seeing how the other party had continuously criticized his identity, Chu He naturally could not just sit there and watch. He immediately placed his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the front of Sikong Bai's seat.

"Don't force me, I, your father, have been drifting in the void for thousands of years. If not for that dimensional necklace, I would have died long ago!"

"Hatred from Sikong Bai + 66."

"Right now, I'll teach you a few things while I still have some strength. With your trashy strength, don't let others kill you. I'm counting on you to help me turn the situation around!"

The demon god said unhappily.

When the demonic god's voice disappeared, Chonglou discovered that something had actually appeared in his mind!

Seeing Sikong Bai being reprimanded so harshly that his skin was not even covered, the Elder Zhao immediately spoke up to stop him.

"Stinking brat, I will pass on a part of my inheritance to you!" If you can help me find a stalk of Star Spirit Grass, your father will benefit from it! "

These were the words the Demon God had said to Chonglou in his deep silence.

Elder Zhao who was seated on the main seat finally regained his senses and directly snorted as he walked over.

Just as the demon god fell into silence, a black ring appeared on Chonglou's left index finger. This ring was pitch black, but it was incomparably ancient and gave off an extremely noble feeling.

"Demon god? Damn, begging people to be so arrogant? Was the demon god awesome? "It's just a little bit of a name, and he was beaten up so badly."

"You brat, don't think that you can fool us just by sliding a broken stick on a piece of paper!"

A hint of anger appeared in his black eyes, but then he thought, if he was trapped in a dark place for thousands of years, he would probably wipe his own neck. To be able to survive, this demon god's will was very strong.

Even Elder Zhao, who was sitting at the seat of honor, felt a shock when he saw this.

Moreover, the origins of this demon god was so powerful. He was reborn in a place he wasn't familiar with, and if he wanted to have fun in the future, he would have to rely on this demon god.

Chu He, who was standing in front of Sikong Bai, took a step further. The strong aura not only forced Sikong Bai to retreat several steps, even the other young talents present flushed red in the face, not daring to meet his gaze.

But before that, he tried his best to look through the memories in his mind, to understand this Spirit Profound Continent, and the identity he was going to play!

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