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Chapter two thousand four hundred and sixty-ninth past love and hatred

"Occured."

Li Shier put away the Tang sword.

The originally green grass was covered with yellow sand.

All the skeleton soldiers fell apart and fell all over the ground.

It is dense, full of bones.

Very cunning.

"Chang Wei, you just went over and beheaded him?" Jiuyou Zhenjun pointed at Li Shier and asked curiously: "Just one knife?"

This is a bit incredible.

It is impossible for ordinary weapons to hurt these things in the slightest.

Moreover, it is in the wind and sand created by the other party.

But the facts are right in front of you.

If it weren't for the skull of the skeleton in front of him, the wind and sand wouldn't have disappeared in an instant.

The true Lord Jiuyou was full of doubts.

"How did you do it?"

Chu Jinglin bent down, held up the skull with both hands, and slowly put it back.

In a moment!

A strong wind is coming!

Fengsha seemed to have encountered some extremely powerful force and was disliked again.

Dust was flying, and the skeleton soldiers stood up one by one.

"If you can become the sword-bearing guard of the Holy Lord of Wanshan League, you must have some extraordinary skills."

Li Shier smiled and did not continue.

The ability to defeat Chu Jinglin depends on the blood of the gods.

Fortunately, the heart of God is constantly conveying spiritual power. If it were replaced by a normal person's heart, even seven would not be enough to make such a struggle.

I'm afraid I've died of heart failure long ago.

The blood of the gods stains the Tang sword and can easily cut off the skull.

And the blood of the god will automatically return.

"Very strong, you are qualified to talk to me."

Chu Jinglin waved his hand, and a skeleton soldier slowly walked over and folded it into a chair behind Li Shier.

"Sit down and chat slowly."

He nodded.

"Okay, our Holy Lord doesn't like to get involved in messy things. As his think tank, you can tell me."

Li Shier sat on the skeleton chair and felt quite strong.

Very stable, without shaking at all.

"puppet?"

Chu Jinglin sneered and looked at Li Shier and said, "My real name is Chu Jinglin, and he is Li Si's commander. Without me leading thousands of troops to sweep the martial arts world, there would be no later Wanshan League."

Even with the skeleton, Li Shier could still feel desolate and resentment from this sound.

"At that time, the prototype of Wanshan League had been established. Do you know that at that time, Li Si's position was only the Great Sage Lord. He ranked second in the initial planning of Wanshan League."

"The Martial Arts Alliance is naturally a capable person, sitting in the first place. The combat power of the first place is definitely the strongest."

"The position of the Four Great Sage Lords of Li is responsible for coordinating the world. Simply put, it is civil servants. He is responsible for planning everything, second only to the Martial Lord, and is the General King."

"General, is it you?" Li Shier asked.

"Yes, during the Wanshan League period, I was the Great General King, and Li Si was the Great Sage Lord. But I underestimated his ambition..." Chu Jinglin seemed to be trapped in memories...

"The worst battle in Wanshan League was in Taklamakan. There was a hub of the original forces. At that time, the martial arts world was in chaos and there was no organization that could unify the world. But there was the largest force in Taklamakan."

"Wanshan League has won many battles before, and has pacified the three states of the Jiuzhou. Of course, this includes people who have been attracted by political factors. I think you have heard that Wanshan League is a robber organization where everyone gathers together to make a cake."

Chu Jinglin couldn't help but laugh and said, "The world is full of people who do dirty things under the banner of justice. So are we. Wanshan League claims to help the weak and protect the strong and prosperous martial arts together. But in fact, it is just a force that is a purge of another force."

"We suffered huge losses in the battle of Takrama. In just one battle, we lost tens of thousands of warriors."

"Accidents piled up into mountains, and the power of the alliance has lost three or four out of ten."

"Victory can unite an organization. Failure can quickly destroy an organization."

Chu Jinglin fell into silence.

Li Shier broke the silence and spoke: "So, Wanshan League is at risk of falling apart?"

This was the first time he heard of this big defeat.

Those who can make the prosperous Wanshan League and win the Wanshan League all the way will lose three or four out of ten will definitely be a fierce battle.

Everyone is here to share the cake, not to eat shit.

If you suffer such a huge loss, you will definitely give up.

"Yes, everyone retreated at that time. But Li Si is worthy of being a genius. He came up with an idea to let me take a detour and penetrate the atrium of the King of Desert. At that time, there was no choice, either take a risk or Wanshan League is facing disbandment."

"When Wanshan League is disbanded, everyone is actually in danger. But the most dangerous thing is us. Those sects that have been slaughtered by us will definitely take the opportunity to take revenge."

"Even the second day of our failure, we received news that the rest of the forces were eyeing us and were ready to take action against us!"

"I had no choice but to accept Li Si's suggestion. However, I didn't have any illusions. After all, the other party is as strong as us, and it's not a good idea to go around."

"You'll seek medical treatment in a hurry."

Chu Jinglin shook his skull, his tone gradually became cold.

"I took the men and rushed overnight to detour behind Taklamakan. But to my surprise, we were surrounded!"

"The King of the Desert has been waiting there with the elite warriors."

"I thought I had lost a flaw, so I led the people to fight desperately!"

"Later, I realized that it was Li Si who betrayed me. After I left, he met the King of the Desert alone in order to show his sincerity."

"I only brought two thousand people! I faced more than 20,000 warriors gathered by the King of Desert!"

"We did not surrender, we fought desperately!"

"The trapped beasts are still fighting! Do you know! Those heroes are them!" Chu Jinglin pointed at the skeletons, "My children fought to the end and severely damaged four or five thousand people of the Desert King!"

"And at this time, Li Si and his men directly attacked Takramagan from the front! He caught him off guard by killing the King of Desert!"

"I was exhausted and knelt on the desert with scars on my body. I saw Li Si and a team of elites killing the surrendered desert king."

"I thought we won."

"But Li Si walked up to me and stabbed it into my heart with a knife."

"He said to me, 'Thank you. From today on, the name Chu Jinglin will not be available in Wanshan League - even the martial arts world.'"

"I have never died of resentment, and by chance, I condensed my divine nature and became the existence that I am now. I gathered the souls of the dead and asked them to look for Li Si like me and take revenge!"

"Where I go, the wind and sand will go!"

Chu Jinglin's tone changed from anger to indifference.

"So, your magic weapon is this armor? This armor will keep you from distracting your consciousness!" Li Shier asked with narrowed eyes.

"How did you... know."

When Chu Jinglin spoke, all the skeleton soldiers around him surrounded him.
Chapter completed!
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