Develop the latest chapter of the Great Universe with the Flood Barrens

: Lord of a City, Death

“City lord, you really are going back as you live.” The headmaster snorted.

This snort made Tengger feel as if struck by lightning, and his aura suddenly became wilted.

“Dean, what do you want?” City Lord Tengger barely stood up and would not kneel down. What he was facing was the spiritual power of a magister.

Magister

Although there is only a half-step gap between him and him, the gap is no different from Tian Xin.

Not a magister, after all, just a mortal body, the difference between cloud and mud.

“Having seen my disciple, you should know how important he is to me.” Dean Comeros said indifferently, as if talking about an insignificant matter.

“You understand it yourself.”

When the city lord heard this, his pale complexion became even paler.

He has no doubts that he will die. The importance of the future holy magician is more important than the dean of the magic academy.

He originally thought that the other party would not be able to find out, but he still underestimated the horror of a magister.

In particular, the one in front of him is still the Nine Suns Magister, half-stepping into the existence of the Grand Magister.

He once saw with his own eyes that a five-star magister went crazy and blew up half of a city the size of Shutong City-State, and the aftermath alone killed and injured the other half of the city.

They are not only a status symbol, but also a representative of disaster.

“Please promise me one more request.” Tengger gritted his teeth and knelt down on his knees.

“Please don’t shoot at my child, he is very kind, and he has done nothing wrong.”

It’s too late, everything is too late, if he had known Wang Sheng’s status was so great, Teng Erger would not have provoked him.

“I can agree to this request.” The dean nodded, and the old man would come to take him away.

“thanks”

Tengger closed his eyes, and the mental power around him quickly became confused.

“Father” Pusto knelt down on his knees, tears streaming down his face.

“Child” City Master Tengger barely opened his eyes and smiled slightly. “Unfortunately, I won’t see your wedding day.”

“Father, I was wrong. My child knows it. I shouldn’t have made enemies for you. I shouldn’t have been a knight.” He cried miserably, his tears choked up, and his nails dug deep into his flesh.

“No, son, you’re right.” Tengger’s eyes were approaching dead gray, and there were patches of clouds in the sky, revealing stars.

Sky is mourning for the great magician.

“It’s wrong, it’s this world.” He tried hard to focus his eyes on his son, but he couldn’t.

“If only, if this world were no longer so dark.”

At the last moment of his life, Tengger lamented that he may have repented and repented of his sins, or he may be fighting for his children.

Tengger was dead.

A generation of great magicians, a group of people who apparently stood at the top of the empire, each of whom could lead a lord of a city-state, just died like this.

After boiling, the mental power turned to freezing point, the brain waves died, and the magic elements were scattered. In the distance, there was only one emerald green seed left.

This is the condensation of a great magician’s life. Wang Sheng has read in a book that a magician who voluntarily died may produce this kind of thing.

It is said that it may be more precious than a giant dragon, or it may be cheaper than a small grass.

But in any case, this is a treasure comparable to life for Pustor.

Wang Sheng didn’t have any desire to covet it, nor would he do such a thing to a weak person.

Now Pusto is a weak person, an out-and-out weak person.

“Ugh”

“Son, let’s go.” The deanPatting Wang Sheng on the back, step by step, he left here in a desolate manner.

“Teacher, please wait for me”

Wang Sheng ran to Kersha’s side in three steps and two steps, and hugged her.

Pusto must be in a bad mood now, maybe he will do something messy.

Kersa might be in danger if she stayed here.

Dean Comiros glanced at it, but didn’t say anything, and walked ahead on his own.

Wang Sheng followed behind him.

“Child,” the dean spoke slowly after a while.

Developing the Big Universe with the Great Desolation Read Section 30

d “I am here.” Wang Sheng replied. Appears in a trance.

For some reason, after the death of the great enemy of life and death, Tengger, he was not happy at all.

Seeing Pusto crying heartbreakingly, he didn’t feel any pleasure at all.

Yes, it’s just a blockage in my heart. Along the way, he carried Keersha on his shoulders without saying a word, just thinking about a problem.

A very profound question.

What is life and death?

Is it the process from birth to death? Maybe yes, but he feels, no.

In this world, there are some people who are worse than life, and who are worse than death. Living in the interlayer between life and death is very painful.

And some people, living in the life and death controlled by others, are so ignorant that their lives cannot be controlled by themselves, and they may die on the unfinished journey because of a mistake.

Tengger is an example. He wanted to kill Wang Sheng, but was killed by the dean and teacher.

He died, Pusto lost a close relative, what did he gain

If it is changed, the teacher does not arrive, and he dies, what will the other party get?

Thinking about it again, is it true that the teacher will be killed by a more powerful existence one day?

Wang Sheng clearly knows that there are people beyond people, and heaven beyond heaven. People in this world are cultivating crazily, hoping that they can be that outsider, beyond heaven, but they never think that such a path is wrong.

The correct path should be like the earth, or like China.

The legal system is in place, everyone has the right to life, and will not be killed because of a powerful existence.

He suddenly felt a sense of responsibility. That old mercenary, thinking about it carefully, was still racking his brains to make money despite his age.

for what

What are those immature eyes eager for knowledge in front of the window?

That thin girl resolutely picked up a weapon and joined the mercenary union, why?

Now, all the things along the way, all the things that came to this world, are turning over and over again in his mind.

Boys and girls who kill without batting an eyelid, slaves who slaughter at will, ordinary people are like nothing in the eyes of nobles, and that Pusto who clamors for justice but doesn’t understand anything.

This world has a history of tens of thousands of years. But it has embarked on a crooked path, and the final result may be to find a path similar to earth socialism, or to perish.

Who has the ability to change everything, who can save the world

He raised his head and looked at the back of the teacher in front of him.

This old man, who is no longer young, stands at the top of the life continent with terrifying strength, but he is just the dean of a magic academy, protecting and teaching groups of demons.

He can’t change it.

Perhaps, there will be angels among the demons, but they are very few after all.

Success is also a magician, failure is also a magician, people are born equal, why are they divided into three, six or nine?