This great disaster of the Fire Clan spread to the main hall of the Moon-Worshiping Demon Sect, and suddenly there was silence.

Everyone thought the Fire Clan was too unlucky. If they had killed the Ghost King Shenchu ​​directly, how could such a big turmoil have caused?

No one suspected Zhang Ruochen, and everyone believed that the Ghost King of God was the source of chaos.

On that day, Shi Qianjue, the leader of the Demon Cult, sent the Holy Lord of the Mu family to the Fire Realm and asked if the wedding will continue on the seventh day of next month?

Should we hold a funeral or a wedding first?

The Huo Clan responded that the date of the wedding will not change. On the seventh day of next month, the Huo Clan and Qiu Yu must go to Wuding Mountain in person to marry the little saint.

In the Yuan Mansion of the Central Region, Zhang Ruochen met the ancestor of Death Chan and Han Qiu again and asked them about their journey to the Fire Realm.

After listening, Zhang Ruochen's face became more and more serious, and he said, "The strength of the Fire Clan is really a bit terrifying. There were five holy kings appearing in a row. Even the Moon-Worshiping Demon Sect may not have such strength."

"It's a pity that three people have fallen, which can be considered a serious injury to the vitality."

Han Qiuyin's smile seemed quite contented.

However, the ancestor Death Zen sat next to him motionlessly, with his eyes closed, without a smile on his face.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The ancestor seems to have any worries?"

"The legendary Fire Lord actually exists. Mr. Zhang is not optimistic." said the old ancestor Death Chan.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Huo Zun?"

Han Qiu's face changed and he said, "Is it the mysterious figure who finally took action to block the Divine War Corpse?"

The ancestor of Death Chan nodded and said, "About two hundred years ago, in the Fire Realm, an extremely powerful wave of holy path was transmitted, sweeping across the entire Southern Region. At that time, all the saints in the Southern Region felt the wave of holy path and were all frightened. All the monks guessed that in the Fire Realm, some people had cultivated to the Great Saint Realm."

"After that, behind some major events that broke out in the Southern Region, there was a mysterious shadow, and everyone called him Fire Lord."

Zhang Ruochen had also heard the legend of Huo Zun, but he only thought that he was a holy king.

How easy is it to cultivate to the realm of the Great Saint?

However, after hearing the story of the Death Chan Ancestor, Zhang Ruochen fell into silence. After a while, he asked: "Has that Fire Lord reached the realm of the Great Saint?"

The ancestor Death Chan shook his head and said, "The Great Sage's realm is too high, and he can be named an emperor. If he has not reached that level, it is impossible to see through them."

"Under the Great Sage, no matter how strong it is, it can only withstand a few attacks from the Great Sage. Only the tenth emperor Yan Liren, who was eight hundred years ago, was able to fight the Great Sage for a long time with his powerful body and remain unbeaten. As for winning, it is impossible."

"According to my guess, that Fire Lord must have reached the level of the Great Sage."

Zhang Ruochen took a breath of cold air and there was a great saint in the Fire Clan.

You should know that in the Central Empire of Shengming, there was only Emperor Ming, the Great Sage. However, as long as he was in charge, no force would dare to be the enemy of the Central Empire of Shengming.

The anger of a great saint is enough to destroy a religion and a clan.

Not to mention the Great Sage, even a saint can cause immeasurable casualties to a super power.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Can the God War Corpse fight with Fire Lord?"

The ancestor of Death Zen said: "God, after all, is dead. It is naturally easy to use the god war corpse to deal with ordinary saints, just like slapping a flies to death. But, against the Great Saint... Gengu... Do you think a corpse of a god can deal with Emperor Ming?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently.

"Of course, it is not difficult to hold Fire Lord for one or two with the combat power of the God War Corpse."

The ancestor Death Chan opened his eyes and said, "What are you talking about before? On the seventh day of next month, I will do my best to block Fire Lord for you for two hours. From now on, I will no longer owe you. As for how to deal with the Moon-Worship Demon Sect and Shi Qianjue, I can only rely on you."

"Okay." Zhang Ruochen agreed.

It was obviously not easy to block the Great Saint for two hours. The Death Chan Ancestor immediately retreated and began to do his best to help the God War Corpse melt the God Chu Ghost King.

Time passed like a flash of time, and soon arrived at the fourth day of the lunar calendar. There were only three days left before the seventh day of the lunar calendar.

All major forces in the Kunlun Realm sent representatives to Wuding Mountain, holding invitations, to the Demon Cult's headquarters, preparing to witness the marriage between the world's No. 1 Ancient Cult and the world's No. 1 Ancient Clan.

All the monks who went to the banquet were first-class people. They knew very well that the day on the seventh day of the lunar month would never be calm.

The gathering of all the saints of Wuding Mountain is even more lively than the Jiezi Banquet and the Sword Contest. At the same time, it gives people a feeling of storm coming, and the atmosphere is very strange.

Zhang Ruochen, Qiuyu, Mu Lingxi, and even Huang Yanchen's names are all spreading more and more.

In the past half month, Zhang Ruochen has been very busy and has been rushing to pick up the old tribes of Shengming into the Qiankun Realm every day.

On this day, Zhang Ruochen came to the Book Collection County of Linjian Mansion.

The entire book collection county gathered nearly one million old members of the Holy Ming, some were monks and warriors, but more were ordinary people who did not practice martial arts.

"Go away, go away, why are you doing it slowly? His Royal Highness has to do something big. His time is very precious. Can you afford to delay it?"

"If you don't leave, tie you up and drag you away."

...

A burly man with a cultivation level of the fish and dragon realm was riding on the back of a wild beast and scolding a group of civilians who were walking very slowly.

Most of the people were the families of Shengming’s old subordinates. They turned around step by step and were unwilling to leave their hometown where they lived since childhood.

The man with cultivation in the Yulong Realm jumped off the back of a wild beast, pushed on the back of a gray-haired old man, and roared: "What do you think? The Qiankun Realm is a hundred times better than here, why are you reluctant to leave?"

"No matter how good I'm not going, just let the old man die here, don't force me to do it."

"If I leave, I will never come back. My son's body is still buried in the mountains. Who will burn incense and repair the grave every year?"

"There are mountains and rivers I am familiar with here. Even if they are found by the court and killed by them, I will not leave."

...

The lifestyles of ordinary people are different from those of practitioners. They do not blindly pursue stronger power, but live the simplest life, have special feelings for their hometown and people, and are unwilling to give up.

"You ungrateful bastards are just a group of burdens. What's the use of keeping you?"

The great man with cultivation in the Yulong Realm drew out a four-foot-long battle knife and swung it at them with one knife.

Recently, Zhang Ruochen has been practicing with all his strength in addition to rushing to the road. It was not until today that he saw this scene and found that not everyone is willing to leave their hometown and go to a strange world.

This scene was a huge touch on his heart, as if he suddenly realized something.

"Wow—"

Seeing the great man with cultivation in the Yulong Realm draw his sword, Zhang Ruochen's figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the group of ordinary people.

The great man from Yulong Realm quickly put his sword in his hand, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground: "Bless... to pay homage to Your Highness."

"Greetings to the Crown Prince."

The civilians around were extremely panicked and afraid, and a large area fell to their knees.

"Everyone doesn't have to salute, get up quickly."

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen quickly helped the old white-haired man closest to him and said, "Old man, why don't you want to go to the Qiankun Realm?"

The white-haired old man immediately burst into tears and knelt down again, saying, "Your Highness, please let me go of my old bones. My son was killed by the court and buried in the mountains. If I leave, he will become a lonely ghost in the future!"

Next to him, another old woman also knelt in front of Zhang Ruochen and begged: "Your Highness, we all know that you want us to live in a safer and more prosperous place for our own good. However, this is our hometown, our fields, those familiar people, and memories of our youth."

"Your Highness, let us wait for death here, we don't want to leave."

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At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's mood was extremely complicated.

Faced with the strongest enemy, Zhang Ruochen could still wave his sword without fear. However, facing the begging of a group of elderly, weak, women and children, he had to ask himself if he had done something wrong?

Everything I think I do is good to them.

But have you ever asked about their wishes?

What is the difference between forcing your will to them and imprisoning them, enslaving them, and torture them?

The man with cultivation in the Yulong Realm said in fear: "Your Highness, your subordinates just scared them and didn't dare to really attack them. There are too many people like them. If they don't scare them, they will not leave at all. And if they stay in Kunlun Realm, how could the court let them go?"

Zhang Ruochen was a little lost. After a while, he said, "Ask them what they want. If they don't want to leave, don't force them. I will think of other ways to protect them."

Hearing Zhang Ruochen's words, all the ordinary people present cheered.

The white-haired old man knelt on the ground, stared at Zhang Ruochen's back, and said, "Your Highness, will you return to Kunlun Realm in the future?"

Even the fool could see that the Crown Prince of Shengming would definitely leave Kunlun Realm soon and would most likely never come back.

After all, the Queen has become a god, who dares to collide with God head-on?

Zhang Ruochen trembled all over, stopped, smiled, and said, "Yes, sure, as long as you still live on this land, I will definitely come back to see you. Kunlun Realm is not the Kunlun Realm of the Queen, but the Kunlun Realm of all of us."

Leaving, it was just a forced one.

If you have a choice, who is willing to leave your hometown, who is willing to leave the place where I gave birth to me and go to a completely unfamiliar world?

It is true that the hometown is hard to leave, and this is true.

After all, people are not cold-blooded animals, nor stones, nor plants, but also emotions, thoughts, and nostalgia.
Chapter completed!