The black beast that represents misfortune and disaster in Yunqin's story turns into snow-white and is rippling with the power of ice and snow, like a fairy in the Kingdom of God.

This is true transformation.

Lin Xi stared blankly at Ji Xiang's transformation. From the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world and Ji Xiang's aura, he, who was a little sluggish in the thin air and the extreme cold, slowly realized that this was the way Ji Xiang should practice. It's just that

Deprived of such an environment as the Ice and Snow Divine Plains, the vitality of heaven and earth, and the auspicious lineage of monsters, they struggled to survive in the wilderness.

He was happy for the good fortune.

Similarly, in the real awakening changes like Ji Xiang, he also figured out more truths.

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The giant metal chariot surrounded by red-robed priests and mountain guard knights was traveling in the northern part of Yunqin.

Compared with when they entered Four Seasons Plain and Qingluan Academy, there were many new devout believers in this team, and the team seemed larger.

The sky gradually darkened, and a small town called Yunqin appeared in front of the team.

Several red-robed priests quickened their pace and broke away from the team, preparing to enter this town and take away some of the Demon King's devout followers just like they had done along the way.

However, their steps suddenly stopped. Listening to the sound coming from behind, they didn't even dare to look back, so they knelt down devoutly.

The entire team knelt on the ground, listening to the footsteps on the ground, and their hearts were filled with huge shock and disbelief.

Zhang Ping walked out of the giant chariot.

Before this, Zhang Ping had not shown his figure when passing through all the towns and tombs.

And even in the minds of these devout believers, most of Zhang Ping's power comes from the Demon King's armor. That armor should be in the giant chariot, so everyone in this team subconsciously thinks that Zhang Ping

You should stay in the giant carriage.

However, although they did not dare to look up at Zhang Ping now, they were all sure that Zhang Ping just walked out wearing a simple black sect leader's robe and walked towards the town.

Thinking of the meaning contained in it, while the bodies of all these devout believers trembled uncontrollably violently, their eyes also became more fearful, pious and fanatical.

This is the junction area between Bei Miao Province and Ganshui Province. It is located in a remote area. The town is very small and ordinary. There is only one short street. The houses on both sides of the street are old and simple, and there are floating houses in the ditch.

Rotten vegetable leaves, and even dried chicken droppings can be seen on the ground. From time to time, free-range chickens run out of the courtyard and then go to the back of the courtyard to nowhere.

Although it is located in a remote area and has not been affected by the war, the chaos in various parts of Yunqin has inevitably affected life here, and the shops in the streets seem a little deserted.

Because it was so ordinary, almost all the people in the town did not know that the supreme figure who caused the chaos in Yunqin had walked in.

There is an inconspicuous noodle shop in the middle of the street.

The owner of the noodle shop is a middle-aged bald man with an extremely ordinary appearance.

Yun Qin usually eats noodles in the morning, and the noodle shop usually makes stir-fries in the evening. At this time, the life of the people in the town is more difficult than in previous years, and his business is even more difficult to do. There is no customer in the shop, so he stirs in the pot.

The fried pickled vegetables and dried beans are just prepared for your own dinner.

The ordinary and difficult life filled the face of this middle-aged bald man with humility. While he was stir-frying pickled vegetables and dried tofu, his eyes accidentally fell on an inn diagonally opposite, where he saw some guests laughing and joking.

When he meets the plump and gorgeous landlady, he will have more inferiority complex in his eyes.

Zhang Ping walked along the street.

He stopped at this noodle shop and then walked into this noodle shop.

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged bald noodle shop owner raised his head. He saw Zhang Ping walking into the noodle shop, and couldn't help being slightly startled. He didn't recognize Zhang Ping, and he didn't compare Zhang Ping to the legend at this time.

I connected it with the devil in the movie, but I just felt that Zhang Ping's clothes were very luxurious, so luxurious that he didn't look like a guest sitting down to eat noodles or some of his ordinary stir-fried dishes.

So he had some doubts about whether Zhang Ping was just asking for directions or something else. However, before he could speak, Zhang Ping had already looked at him and said calmly: "A bowl of meat noodles."

The noodle shop owner was a little surprised, but he felt that this customer didn't like to talk too much, so he immediately responded and started ordering the noodles.

Zhang Ping looked indifferently at the middle-aged bald, slightly fat noodle shop owner.

When the noodles were brought to him, he began to eat them slowly. Then he looked at the middle-aged bald noodle shop owner and said slowly: "I don't have money for noodles... but I can give you the opportunity to serve me."

, I can fulfill your wish."

The humble, shrunken, middle-aged, bald noodle shop owner was a little surprised at first when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard Zhang Ping's next sentence, he was stunned.

Zhang Ping ignored him and just ate his noodles slowly.

The middle-aged bald man began to think of something, his breathing gradually became rapid, and the pair of long bamboo chopsticks he held in his hand kept bumping against the edge of the pot.

But he didn't dare to ask questions. In his noodle shop, until Zhang Ping finished the bowl of noodles, he didn't make any sound, only the sound of heavy breathing.

Zhang Ping put down his chopsticks and didn't look at him. Instead, he turned around and looked at the beautiful woman in the inn opposite: "I can fulfill your wish and give her to you."

The middle-aged bald man's breathing sounded heavier when Zhang Ping turned around, but when he heard these words, his breathing suddenly stopped.

Zhang Ping turned around and looked at this middle-aged bald man.

This middle-aged bald man looked at the unique patterns on Zhang Ping's black robe. He felt more and more majestic about those patterns, and became more and more certain that Zhang Ping was the person in the legend.

Looking at Zhang Ping's cold and majestic eyes, the middle-aged bald man did not dare to make Zhang Ping wait too much. He trembled and lowered his head, "I...I am not worthy of her."

Zhang Pingping said expressionlessly: "I can give you money and status, enough to be worthy of her."

The greasy cotton robe of the middle-aged bald man was gradually soaked with sweat. He did not dare to look up at Zhang Ping. After mustering up all his courage and spending all his energy, he said in a hoarse and trembling voice: "But she already has a husband, and now

She's doing fine."

Zhang Ping said coldly: "I can make her have no husband, I can make her live a bad life... In other words, the things I give you can make her live a better life with you than she does now."

The water droplets on the face of this ordinary noodle shop owner twisted down, and he couldn't tell whether they were sweat drops or tears. He and the beautiful woman had known each other since childhood. However, he came from an ordinary family and felt that he was not worthy of her at all.

He has been secretly in love with that woman since he was a child, but because of his low self-esteem, he never had the courage to express his feelings. He just silently watched her marry someone else. Today, suddenly there is a person like Zhang Ping who can satisfy him.

However, he was not ecstatic, but instead fell into entanglement and huge struggle.

"Why?" He asked in a tone that was unfamiliar to him, wondering why Zhang Ping suddenly appeared in front of him and said that he wanted to fulfill the wishes of an ordinary person like himself.

"People like you may need some reason to do things." Zhang Ping said indifferently: "But for me, I don't need your reasons to do anything."

The noodle shop owner is not a very smart person, but people like him are more in awe of the gods, so he naturally understood what Zhang Ping meant at this moment, and understood that Zhang Ping, an existence beyond the mortal world, was not like them.

Likewise, he couldn't use their thoughts and emotions to figure it out. At the same time, he realized with greater certainty that as long as he nodded and said yes now, the woman he had liked since childhood would no longer be someone else's wife, but would really become his own.

wife.

He fell into a more violent struggle, his face became paler, and water dropped from his chin.

Zhang Ping's brows wrinkled slightly. The middle-aged bald man's struggle and hesitation made him a little bored.

The middle-aged bald man also felt Zhang Ping's boredom. He felt the terrible wind flowing in the noodle shop. He felt more and more frightened. Then he finally made up his mind and shook his head: "I can't do this."

Zhang Ping raised his indifferent eyebrows. He stared at the middle-aged bald man for a moment and asked, "Why?"

The middle-aged bald man said with a crying voice: "She...she doesn't like me."

This was a very good reason, but Zhang Ping became inexplicably angry.

There seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, and a stern voice seemed to be coming from a very far away hell: "Does it matter whether she likes you or not? You can get her, but just for such a reason of inferiority.

, you actually rejected me."

This middle-aged bald man was just the most ordinary Yunqin man. He wanted to stand up straight, but the huge fear made him unconsciously bend down and kneel down.

"Love is not possession, but giving. If you really think so and are making excuses for your inferiority and cowardice, then I can give you a choice." Zhang Ping looked at him and sneered sharply: "You can either accept my offer.

Grant, take her to be your wife, or you prove that you can sacrifice everything and let her live a life that feels good to you. If this sentence doesn't make you understand, I can say it more simply, you either die or

Take her and make her your wife."

The middle-aged bald man cried, but he did not dare to cry out, so as not to attract the attention of other people in the town, especially the people in the inn opposite, so as not to attract more attention to the people there.

doom.

He covered his mouth and nose, crying silently and painfully, and his body twisted.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have always had unwanted thoughts about her."

The middle-aged bald man finally made such a sound.

Zhang Ping's pupils shrank slightly.

He knew that the middle-aged bald man had made his own choice.

"You would rather die than accept my gift?"

Zhang Ping looked at the noodle shop owner who was trembling and twisted but still refused to change his decision. He suddenly fell into endless anger.

He stopped talking.

Purple-black flames surged from his body.

The noodle shop burned and everything was reduced to ashes.

As he walked out along the street, countless frightened screams and exclamations were heard throughout the street, and the entire street burned and turned into ashes.

Zhang Ping walked out of the burning streets and accepted the more pious and fearful looks of the believers in the wilderness outside the town. However, his heart was still filled with anger and unspeakable emotions.

He didn't have any trace of pride or pride.

Not only did the middle-aged bald man, the most ordinary and most inferior man today, have his will thwarted, but his nameless rage also made him understand that he was not completely out of touch with the world as he thought.
Chapter completed!