The dark clouds are closed and the night is like solidified darkness, airtight.

And the dense darkness is filled with cold air, bizarre and desperate.

The city in the darkness has no trace of light, and the whole world seems to be sinking into eternal night, and all the struggles are drowned in the cold and silence.

This is the taboo color of the end of the world.

In the darkness, Zhao Zheng, dressed in black in dragon patterns, carries Mo Yuan, who is also as ink as in the dark, and is rampant on the streets of the city.

The darkness on him was incompatible with the entire city, without a trace of weirdness, it was a kind of speechless domineering.

The body of a young man and the power of the emperor.

Zhao Zheng's dominance penetrated into his bones.

So much so that the night around him seemed no longer weird.

Behind Zhao Zheng are Xuandu, Fan Zeng and others.

Everyone has their own unique power, which is very different from ordinary people.

Everyone is an outstanding person in the Taiyin Academy.

On the long street, with their strength, as long as they are not surrounded by thousands of corpses, they can come and go.

The purpose of their trip this time was to explore the information on the yield of a thousand kilograms of grain per mu given by Wang Tuhen.

In the quiet darkness, Fan Zeng followed Zhao Zheng closely, and finally couldn't help but ask softly:

"What the hell did he say to you?"

Fan Zeng was very curious.

A disabled person whose hands and feet were all broken, the first thing he did when he woke up was to tell them the news that he had a thousand kilograms of grain per mu.

This is unrealistic no matter how you think about it.

He must have said something else.

Zhao Zheng, who was walking in front, paused when he heard the sound, and then lowered his head:

"Information of grain yielding thousands of miles acres."

After the words came, Zhao Zheng continued to walk forward.

Fan Zeng frowned and said:

"This is the only one?"

Fan Zeng had a premonition that the man definitely said very important news.

However, no one can force the immortal disciple to say what he doesn't want to say, so he can only ask at most.

I can only hope that the person in front of me will tell him.

Zhao Zheng smiled, and he kept looking at Fan Zeng with his big sleeves and waved his sleeves:

"He also begged me to save someone!"

"who?"

Fan Zeng's eyes lit up.

"His sister!"

As if he felt Fan Zeng's puzzled look, Zhao Zheng continued:

"I didn't agree, I didn't refuse."

Zhao Zheng's footsteps fell on the ground, stepped on the gravel on the ground into the soil, making a slight sound.

There were roars coming from the distant street corner.

There is no doubt that it is a ghoul.

Zhao Zheng gently pulled out the long sword behind him, looking calm.

But he still recalled what Wang Tuhen said. To be precise, since Wang Tuhen finished saying that, these words kept popping up in his mind.

The master intends to accept disciples, but his sister refuses.

Among these few people, how many are qualified to be favored by his master?

How dare a weak man who survives in the end of the world reject his master?

Perhaps, his master doesn't mind, but Zhao Zheng will never allow it.

In Qin, no one can reject the king of Qin and enjoy his old age.

Nor can Wu'an Jun.

As if he had remembered something, Zhao Zheng suddenly turned his gaze to Xuandu. There seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes, and finally he said a meaningful sentence.

"Xuandu, in Zheng's eyes, there are more than 3,000 people in the Taiyin Academy, and only you are qualified to be my junior brother."

The people walking in Taiyin Academy were stunned for a moment, not knowing how to talk.

Immortal disciple?

What exactly does this Qin King Sun want to say?

Could it be that the immortal intends to collect Xuandu as his disciple?

Fan Zeng's eyes narrowed.

If it is the identity of an immortal disciple, it is worth a big fight no matter what.

If the Central Plains had known about the Immortal disciples, they would have been willing to go to war for this.

All the people in the front row of the Taiyin Academy looked at Xuandu with complex expressions in their eyes.

They want to fight, too.

It's just... this opponent is too powerful.

In the entire Taiyin Academy, I am afraid that only the Qin King Sun Zhao Zheng in front of me can compare with him.

As for the others, they have already been suppressed by Xuandu and have lost confidence.

There may be suspense for students from Taiyin Academy, but first, as long as the mystery is in one day, no one can compete for it.

"The King of Qin is Sun Zan Miao!"

Xuan Du just bowed gently, and then pulled out the Tianwen Sword without being humble or arrogant.

There was no trace of excitement or excitement in his eyes, because he knew no one could influence the immortal's thoughts.

Even if the person in front of him is his disciple.

"arrive!"

Just when everyone was uneasy, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said softly.

In the distance, there was a dilapidated supermarket-shaped building, and the three words "seed station" can be vaguely seen on the plaque above it.

The roars in the distance became more and more noisy.

Fan Zeng frowned and said:

"Aren't you afraid that his news is fake?"

"So, the news needs to be tried one by one."

Zhao Zheng walked forward strikingly, but when he took a step, countless black shadows staggered out from the corner of the street where the sound had been heard.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, didn't look back. He held the Mo Yuan sword in his hand and took you towards the seed.

"Xuandu, you buy time for me, I'll find a thousand kilograms of grain in it."

"good!"

Xuandu turned his body and looked at the group of walking corpses who had lost their consciousness, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He did not hold back at the source of this end of the world.

Xuandu's sleeves waved, and the blue sword light of the Tianwen Sword stormed, illuminating the entire street.

The sharp sword energy completely shattered the corpse ghosts in the front row.

Fan Zeng looked at the long sword in Xuandu's hand, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Whether it is the first Tianwen Sword in Xuandu's hand or the Moyuan Sword given by the immortal in Zhao Zheng's hand, they are all supreme weapons in the world.

More importantly, these two divine weapons have increased too much for the monks.

Unfortunately, if you want to own the Tianwen Sword, you must defeat Xuandu; if you own the Mo Yuan Sword, you must become an immortal disciple.

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is harder than climbing to heaven.

Fan Zengnian had already reached this point and drew his sword.

A red sword energy was stirred up.

Outside the seed station, the killing has begun.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, had already walked into the seed station at this time. Amid the endless fierce fighting outside the station, Zhao Zheng looked at the broken shop in the dark.

There are obvious signs of fierce fighting here, and even several white bones.

But there are no seeds.

Zhao Zheng walked to the middle of the shop and used his long sword to pick up the clothes scattered beside the corpse. On the clothes, there was a ferocious beast embroidered with a blood-colored beast, hideous and terrifying. It opened its mouth wide, as if it wanted to swallow up everything in the world.

"It seems that we are one step late!"

Zhao Zheng turned his sword and his clothes on the sword edge were torn apart in an instant.

"Taotie?"
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