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Demons are born from the heart. When this demonic nature burns to a certain level, will it destroy itself?
Zhao Zongyang was thinking, when suddenly his eyes flashed, and a bead he had never seen before suddenly appeared in front of him, suspended in mid-air, exuding an indescribable brilliant light, illuminating the already magnificent palace even more. Elyon. .
Even though this palace is the only sky I have ever seen in my life, it pales in comparison to this bead.
A strong possessive desire suddenly lingered in Zhao Zongyang's heart, making him unable to help but stretch out his hand to hold the bead in his hand.
But before his hand touched the bead, he heard a mournful cry ringing around him.
¡°Obviously, this sound came from Ran Dongye. Zhao Zongyang couldn't see what exactly happened to make her suffer so much, but he felt strangely that the jade hand held in his palm seemed to lose its temperature in an instant, and slowly It became stiff, as if it were petrified.
How is this going?
"Your Highness, everything here is the product of evil and a reflection of the inner demons. You must not touch it. If you touch it, it will be petrified. Your soul will be blocked by your own evil. This is killing demons. The secret of the formation." Mingkong's voice seemed to have a hint of regret and helplessness. If Princess Dongye hadn't touched the bead first, it would have been Zhao Zongyang who was turned to stone now.
"Okay, Your Highness, just stay here for now. We will rescue you after this kid is attacked." Mingkong continued. There was a faint feeling of letting out a sigh of relief. In this way, they no longer have any worries and can deal with Zhao Zongyang without any distractions.
"What, if you touch something inside, it will turn to stone?" Will the soul be blocked by his own body?
This formation is really unheard of, it¡¯s really weird!
Zhao Zongyang secretly made up his mind: No matter what rare treasure it is, he will never touch it! Isn't it just money? Although the Marquis needs this stuff, it's not to the point where he can't let it go!
soon. .In front of Zhao Zongyang's eyes, more and more rare treasures appeared, each one more dazzling than the last, far surpassing this dazzling pearl. But Zhao Zongyang remained unmoved.
"Hey. This boy can actually keep his heart under the temptation of rare treasures?"
In the three corners of the formation, three old men occupy one corner respectively. They are communicating with each other with their thoughts.
Mingkong's face looked a little solemn for the first time: "I didn't expect that this guy could remain unmoved when faced with money."
"But it doesn't matter. Children of the royal family often have no idea about money. What is the craziest thing about them?" A sneer flashed at the corner of Mingkong's mouth: "Old guys, let's try harder. Give this guy a different kind of inner demon. . I don¡¯t believe it anymore, how could he not fall into the trap?¡±
A moment later, in front of Zhao Zongyang's eyes, the rare treasure suddenly disappeared. Instead, white marble steps appeared in the middle of the hall. On top of the steps was a dragon chair. Placed on the dragon chair was a shining crown. The crown!
And next to the dragon chair. There is also a golden scepter standing.
A strong thought came into Zhao Zongyang's mind: As long as he sits on this dragon chair, puts on this crown, and takes this scepter, he can rule the world. The world is respected!
Everything in the world will be in your own hands. Just a casual sentence. Even just a thought can determine the life, death and fate of millions of people. Everyone will bow at his feet and worship him all day long. There is no place in the world that he cannot go to, and there is no one in the world that he cannot kill!
Being willful and wanton, you can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want. There is no need for any worries, let alone the slightest responsibility; everything you do can only be correct and great, without any mistakes or sins. Even if it is murder and arson, it can be said that "killing tens of millions of people is the hero among heroes." Even if he is heart-broken, he will be praised by thousands of people. .
Even a hundred years later, there will be countless people singing hymns, which will last forever; even if you have committed sins against this nation, this country, and this world that even you cannot forgive; but in the history books, you are the great leader of the nation. The savior, the red sun of the country, the hope of world peace!
In this world, there is no right or wrong, no black and white. As long as you have enough power!
This is an ultimate temptation!
"Brother Ming, you are really good at it. No one can break free from this shackles of power throughout the ages. How many heroes have risked their lives to pursue nothing more than power."
Hearing this, Mingkong smiled proudly: "It is said that power is poison, but no matter who they are, once they are exposed to this poison, they will never be able to leave it. Even death cannot make them let go of their desire for power."
"But why hasn't he come forward? Could it be that he can still resist such temptation?"
"This is impossible. His big move in Yanbei shows how ambitious he is. What is he for? Isn't he just to gain power over the world?"
¡°That¡¯s right, power from above can make a person go crazy. It¡¯s shameful to say that even an old man can¡¯t let go of the temptation of power until now!¡±
Nonsense, if you can really let it go, how can you return from behind the scenes to the front desk and fight against juniors like Zhao Zongyang?
The three old men were whispering to each other triumphantly, feeling proud of themselves, when suddenly Zhao Zongyang's laughter came to their ears.
"Power is more important than life in your eyes. You all say that a man cannot live without power for a day. As long as he tastes the taste of power, he would rather die the next day. What you want is the kind of freedom to do whatever you want." Trample the world under your feet." Zhao Zongyang's disdainful laughter resounded throughout the palace: "With your IQ and virtue, you are only at this level, but what I pursue is completely different from what you pursue.
"You saw me vigorously reorganizing things in Yanbei, and you even felt that I wanted to complete a great cause, so you used your own ideas to speculate that I, like you, am pursuing power and dominating the world? Do you want to control millions of people with one person? Wrong, dead wrong!
The power I pursue is not what you think at all. What I want is. Everyone has their own rights. I don't like to be above others. I hope that everyone has their own ideals in life, and I want to give them hope. Throughout history, so many dynasties have changed and so many heroes have met their end, haven¡¯t you understood? Even if you have all the power in the world, so what, you will still turn into smoke in the end.
The so-called imperial hegemony is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a drunken party. In the long river of history, it is just a little splash.
????????????? In my opinion, the real legacy of leaving a mark in history does not lie a hundred years from now. How many people can look up to you and regard you as a hero? They remember you only because of how many people you killed; but because of how many people were able to enjoy the changes you brought to them, changing their lives and destiny. "
The three old men were silent for a moment, and after a while, they seemed to have been greatly stimulated.
"Crazy, this guy is completely crazy!"
"He can even say such deviant nonsense. Does he want to change the ancestral rules that have been established for thousands of years?"
"Does he still have the concept of superiority and inferiority in his mind? If everyone was like him, the world would be in chaos!"
After the three old men cursed loudly. Then he shook his head and sighed: "No, the inner demon of power has not affected him. Are we three old men going to make an unprecedented mistake?"
"A miss? How is it possible? This has never happened before. How many heroes and super masters have fallen on the demon-slaying formation. He, a brat who smells like milk, still wants to break the formation?"
Mingkong sneered: "The young man is full of blood, even if he can give up his power. But there is one thing, he can't let it go no matter what, unless he is a monk!"
The three old men all laughed: Not to mention the monks, even the eunuchs would not be able to bear it if they entered this formation!
In front of Zhao Zongyang. The steps disappeared, and so did the dragon chair. Amid the haze of smoke, a large bathing pool suddenly appeared, emitting a rich fragrance.
And in this bathing pool, there are nine beautiful figures of peerless beauties, looming in the mist, and they are magnificent.
Every beauty has unimaginable beauty in the world. Her skin is as white as frost and snow, her waist is as slender as a spiritual snake, and she is perfect without any flaws. Playing and playing in the water makes people feel that they are not in the human world, but in a trance. In the sky.
Anyone who sees this situation will inevitably have a dry mouth and tongue, and those with a little less concentration will not be able to vomit nosebleeds on the spot.
An irresistible temptation is getting stronger and stronger in this space. The air is filled with fragrance, with an aphrodisiac smell that makes people's blood rush.
"Sir, you are polite!" The beauties stood up from the bath with an extremely seductive attitude, and covered themselves with translucent gauze, which was breathtaking.
The skin that can be broken by blows, the towering breasts, and the hidden black forest, half-covered, carry an incomparable temptation. Not to mention that these beauties dance slowly and shake their waists like snakes, giving people a sense of beauty that is about to suffocate.
Gentle Township, Tomb of Heroes. If you can't hold these stunning beauties in your arms, even if you go to the south and become king, it doesn't seem to be much fun.
"Haha, which man in the world can let go of such an inner demon?" Mingkong said with a proud smile: "Even the old man himself, if he didn't know that this is Jinghu¨¡shuiyue, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to control it. Stay."
In an instant, Zhao Zongyang seemed to realize the meaning of this demon-slaying formation: this formation is not because of its powerful attack power, but rather allows the people trapped in the formation to defeat themselves.
"Let's all disperse!" Zhao Zongyang shocked his mind and shouted loudly, and eight of the nine stunning beauties immediately dispersed.
"No way, he can even let go of beauty?" The three old men were suddenly surprised.
But that¡¯s not right, isn¡¯t there another one?
Zhao Zongyang himself was stunned: the remaining stunning beauty actually looked like Lin Xinyu!
Can you let go?
(To be continued)
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