Chapter 330 What Can You Decide?
“That guy didn’t come in. Should we ask the Chaos Bell to move out of the way?” Saint Yuntian’s eyes flickered like cold stars. He actually suggested asking the Chaos Bell to move out of the way and open the Scar of Sky directly.
However, when Saint Haoran heard this, he just shook his head and said:
"No, there are too many variables. This intention of luring someone into a trap is too obvious. Qianmian is not on the same side as us, and it is hard to predict whether he will come in. In addition, the contract between Chaos Bell and us does not include the step of directly helping us fight against Ni Lei."
It is not difficult to hear from Saint Haoran's words that perhaps they and the Chaos Bell have been fulfilling their contract with each other from the beginning to the end, and the relationship stops here. There is a certain boundary between them.
"We're in trouble! Heiyuan's death has such a huge impact! Qianmian (Lord of the Thousand Faces) didn't come in." Sensing Qianmian's timidity and caution, Saint Yuntian frowned at this time, feeling the thorniness of the matter.
"Wait!" Saint Haoran said slowly.
"We can't wait much longer. The Spirit God (Lord of All Spirits) and the Illusion Lord (Lord of Illusions and Dreams) have already begun a fierce attack. They are forcing us to return for help." Saint Yun Tian let out a sigh of relief.
Hearing what Saint Yuntian said, Saint Haoran suddenly reacted, his eyes flashed and he said: "What a good move!" Saint Haoran frowned.
"Besiege Wei to save Zhao, do you mean that Ni Lei is already here now?" When Yun Tian heard this, his eyes flashed and he asked in confusion.
He even began to look around, but having said that, he did not use his divine sense to scan. After all, whether he was sensed by Qianmian or Fang Lei, it would cause unnecessary trouble.
Saint Haoran suddenly raised his head and said, "One of us must go!"
"But if one person is missing, it will be difficult to inflict a fatal blow to Ni Lei!" Yun Tian frowned.
"I can't kill him, but I can delay him!" Saint Haoran narrowed his eyes, hinting at something.
“Hold them off, I see!” Saint Yuntian understood Saint Haoran’s intention, but he still had some concerns. He continued, “But we can’t guarantee that the battle over there will be decided faster than this one!”
Saint Yuntian pointed out the key point that affects the situation - time!
As long as the war over there ends quickly, then the decisive kill will still be a decisive kill. But if the opposite happens, it will be difficult for them to kill Ni Lei again.
Yuntian frowned, and he proposed a plan that could be described as forgetting one's roots: "Should we ignore Jiuzhou for the time being? After all, it is our ancestral land, and it can still hold out for a while!"
"If we ignore Jiuzhou, Ni Lei will turn around and leave; the reason why he is willing to appear in Jiuzhou is because Jiuzhou is safe!" A trace of murderous intent flashed across Saint Haoran's brows, but he denied it decisively when he spoke, and his words hit the nail on the head.
If he can't even defend Jiuzhou, what else is Fang Lei playing for?
He could just give up and lie down, cut off all the human race's heavenly tribulations, let Ke Xiu's heavenly tribulations run wild, and drag everyone to hell together. It's not impossible for him to do that.
"Tsk, what a cunning thing." Upon hearing what Saint Haoran said, Saint Yuntian couldn't help but become angry, thinking that Fang Lei was really too cunning.
He actually used Kyushu to restrain their hands and feet, preventing them from exerting their full strength.
Fortunately, Fang Lei is not here, otherwise, Saint Yuntian will definitely show you what a scoundrel of the nine-year compulsory education is.
*****
Fang Lei's gaze was fixed on the Jiuzhou cultivators who were fighting a bloody battle with the weird army.
It was also thanks to the participation of these Jiuzhou cultivators that Xiaojiang Village and the Yinxu monsters received great support. Otherwise, Xiaojiang Village and the Yinxu monsters would probably have been unable to hold on alone, and the battle situation would have been difficult to stabilize.
With deep emotion in his heart, Fang Lei turned his head and looked at Gu Canghao beside him. He asked gently, "Do you want me to take you away?" "I haven't refined it completely yet. I still need the last bit to complete it." Gu Canghao continued to do his work without looking back.
"The rest of the refining is not necessary, because once it takes shape, it will inevitably cause fluctuations, and then it will be troublesome." Fang Lei shook his head and asked Gu Canghao to stop.
"I understand!" Gu Canghao nodded, but soon shook his head, "No need to send me out. I guess you don't feel comfortable sending me out at this moment, right!"
Fang Lei smiled when he heard this. It was easy to talk to smart people.
"In that case, Mr. Gu, please stay here and watch the game." Fang Lei made the invitation with a smile on his face. At the same time, he set up a chess board and invited Gu Canghao to drink tea and discuss philosophy with him.
"Yes!" Gu Canghao sat down casually, his fingers gently stroking the chess pieces. He asked indifferently, "Friend Fang, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be? How many people will die as a result?"
Fang Lei heard this and looked towards the battlefield. He knew the cruelty of war and said coldly, "A lot of people will die!"
"Is there no way to reduce the number of deaths?" Gu Canghao paused his old hand and asked.
"Unless there is a Saint who clearly stands on my side, otherwise... I cannot decide how many people will die!" Fang Lei was silent for a moment, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Holy Lord... huh? Since you can't decide how many people will die, then what can you decide?" Gu Canghao changed the subject, even with a hint of questioning, and of course made another move at the same time.
"What did you decide?" Fang Lei's eyes flashed with confusion, because Gu Canghao's words were very sharp and directly hit Fang Lei's sore spot.
It's clearly a war, but he can't even decide how many people will die. So what can he decide?
Win or lose? Fang Lei's eyes were even more confused. How could victory or defeat be decided by one side?
But soon, the Qingxin Jade Pendant, which had absorbed some of the Hongmeng purple energy, flashed a ray of spiritual power, helping Fang Lei to come back to his senses.
Fang Lei's gaze immediately began to focus and gradually became determined.
He thought of his plans and those promising juniors. He smiled and even started to act a little arrogant:
"Decide...what?" The tone of voice, half smiling, seemed like a rhetorical question, but in fact it was a question to himself.
"I can decide... who can become the Holy Lord!!!" Fang Lei's extremely calm voice sounded.
But this sentence was like a thunderclap, which made Gu Canghao stand there in a daze.
He really wanted to say that the other party was arrogant, but he found that Fang Lei's face was extremely calm, even... confident!
Fang Lei regained his composure. He picked up another chess piece, stared at it and said, "Since no Saint is on my side, then... let's switch to them!"
Fang Lei's words were brief but powerful, and he slammed the chess piece heavily onto the chessboard: "Then, I can decide how many people will die!"
Hearing this, Gu Canghao's heart couldn't help but twitch slightly and he felt a little suffocated.
But at the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched - is this a thought that a normal person could have?
(End of this chapter)
“That guy didn’t come in. Should we ask the Chaos Bell to move out of the way?” Saint Yuntian’s eyes flickered like cold stars. He actually suggested asking the Chaos Bell to move out of the way and open the Scar of Sky directly.
However, when Saint Haoran heard this, he just shook his head and said:
"No, there are too many variables. This intention of luring someone into a trap is too obvious. Qianmian is not on the same side as us, and it is hard to predict whether he will come in. In addition, the contract between Chaos Bell and us does not include the step of directly helping us fight against Ni Lei."
It is not difficult to hear from Saint Haoran's words that perhaps they and the Chaos Bell have been fulfilling their contract with each other from the beginning to the end, and the relationship stops here. There is a certain boundary between them.
"We're in trouble! Heiyuan's death has such a huge impact! Qianmian (Lord of the Thousand Faces) didn't come in." Sensing Qianmian's timidity and caution, Saint Yuntian frowned at this time, feeling the thorniness of the matter.
"Wait!" Saint Haoran said slowly.
"We can't wait much longer. The Spirit God (Lord of All Spirits) and the Illusion Lord (Lord of Illusions and Dreams) have already begun a fierce attack. They are forcing us to return for help." Saint Yun Tian let out a sigh of relief.
Hearing what Saint Yuntian said, Saint Haoran suddenly reacted, his eyes flashed and he said: "What a good move!" Saint Haoran frowned.
"Besiege Wei to save Zhao, do you mean that Ni Lei is already here now?" When Yun Tian heard this, his eyes flashed and he asked in confusion.
He even began to look around, but having said that, he did not use his divine sense to scan. After all, whether he was sensed by Qianmian or Fang Lei, it would cause unnecessary trouble.
Saint Haoran suddenly raised his head and said, "One of us must go!"
"But if one person is missing, it will be difficult to inflict a fatal blow to Ni Lei!" Yun Tian frowned.
"I can't kill him, but I can delay him!" Saint Haoran narrowed his eyes, hinting at something.
“Hold them off, I see!” Saint Yuntian understood Saint Haoran’s intention, but he still had some concerns. He continued, “But we can’t guarantee that the battle over there will be decided faster than this one!”
Saint Yuntian pointed out the key point that affects the situation - time!
As long as the war over there ends quickly, then the decisive kill will still be a decisive kill. But if the opposite happens, it will be difficult for them to kill Ni Lei again.
Yuntian frowned, and he proposed a plan that could be described as forgetting one's roots: "Should we ignore Jiuzhou for the time being? After all, it is our ancestral land, and it can still hold out for a while!"
"If we ignore Jiuzhou, Ni Lei will turn around and leave; the reason why he is willing to appear in Jiuzhou is because Jiuzhou is safe!" A trace of murderous intent flashed across Saint Haoran's brows, but he denied it decisively when he spoke, and his words hit the nail on the head.
If he can't even defend Jiuzhou, what else is Fang Lei playing for?
He could just give up and lie down, cut off all the human race's heavenly tribulations, let Ke Xiu's heavenly tribulations run wild, and drag everyone to hell together. It's not impossible for him to do that.
"Tsk, what a cunning thing." Upon hearing what Saint Haoran said, Saint Yuntian couldn't help but become angry, thinking that Fang Lei was really too cunning.
He actually used Kyushu to restrain their hands and feet, preventing them from exerting their full strength.
Fortunately, Fang Lei is not here, otherwise, Saint Yuntian will definitely show you what a scoundrel of the nine-year compulsory education is.
*****
Fang Lei's gaze was fixed on the Jiuzhou cultivators who were fighting a bloody battle with the weird army.
It was also thanks to the participation of these Jiuzhou cultivators that Xiaojiang Village and the Yinxu monsters received great support. Otherwise, Xiaojiang Village and the Yinxu monsters would probably have been unable to hold on alone, and the battle situation would have been difficult to stabilize.
With deep emotion in his heart, Fang Lei turned his head and looked at Gu Canghao beside him. He asked gently, "Do you want me to take you away?" "I haven't refined it completely yet. I still need the last bit to complete it." Gu Canghao continued to do his work without looking back.
"The rest of the refining is not necessary, because once it takes shape, it will inevitably cause fluctuations, and then it will be troublesome." Fang Lei shook his head and asked Gu Canghao to stop.
"I understand!" Gu Canghao nodded, but soon shook his head, "No need to send me out. I guess you don't feel comfortable sending me out at this moment, right!"
Fang Lei smiled when he heard this. It was easy to talk to smart people.
"In that case, Mr. Gu, please stay here and watch the game." Fang Lei made the invitation with a smile on his face. At the same time, he set up a chess board and invited Gu Canghao to drink tea and discuss philosophy with him.
"Yes!" Gu Canghao sat down casually, his fingers gently stroking the chess pieces. He asked indifferently, "Friend Fang, what do you think the outcome of this battle will be? How many people will die as a result?"
Fang Lei heard this and looked towards the battlefield. He knew the cruelty of war and said coldly, "A lot of people will die!"
"Is there no way to reduce the number of deaths?" Gu Canghao paused his old hand and asked.
"Unless there is a Saint who clearly stands on my side, otherwise... I cannot decide how many people will die!" Fang Lei was silent for a moment, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Holy Lord... huh? Since you can't decide how many people will die, then what can you decide?" Gu Canghao changed the subject, even with a hint of questioning, and of course made another move at the same time.
"What did you decide?" Fang Lei's eyes flashed with confusion, because Gu Canghao's words were very sharp and directly hit Fang Lei's sore spot.
It's clearly a war, but he can't even decide how many people will die. So what can he decide?
Win or lose? Fang Lei's eyes were even more confused. How could victory or defeat be decided by one side?
But soon, the Qingxin Jade Pendant, which had absorbed some of the Hongmeng purple energy, flashed a ray of spiritual power, helping Fang Lei to come back to his senses.
Fang Lei's gaze immediately began to focus and gradually became determined.
He thought of his plans and those promising juniors. He smiled and even started to act a little arrogant:
"Decide...what?" The tone of voice, half smiling, seemed like a rhetorical question, but in fact it was a question to himself.
"I can decide... who can become the Holy Lord!!!" Fang Lei's extremely calm voice sounded.
But this sentence was like a thunderclap, which made Gu Canghao stand there in a daze.
He really wanted to say that the other party was arrogant, but he found that Fang Lei's face was extremely calm, even... confident!
Fang Lei regained his composure. He picked up another chess piece, stared at it and said, "Since no Saint is on my side, then... let's switch to them!"
Fang Lei's words were brief but powerful, and he slammed the chess piece heavily onto the chessboard: "Then, I can decide how many people will die!"
Hearing this, Gu Canghao's heart couldn't help but twitch slightly and he felt a little suffocated.
But at the same time, the corners of his mouth twitched - is this a thought that a normal person could have?
(End of this chapter)
