Chapter 807: Priest's oath

Qing Zhaolong did not expect that the affairs of his own grandmother, the gods and magic alliances and the blue sky alliance, were actually fulfilled.
Now, Qing Zhaolong has to admire the keen instinct of his grandmother, but for Qingzhaolong, the problem is coming again: what to do, continue to follow the tower of the gods, or choose the gods One of the alliances and the Blue Sky Alliance.
Qing Zhaolong did not have any clues. However, the opinions of their young people are very consistent: no matter which side they choose, they will not choose the Blue Sky Alliance.
As for the miscellaneous regiments such as Tiancao Zong and Lanjia, it is really impossible to see the future.
However, Qingjia’s owner, Qinglan, unexpectedly made a shocking decision:
Qing Zhaolong, on behalf of our Qing family, went to the Blue House and said that our Northland Youth League joined their Blue Sky Alliance.

"Home, can't be." Many people stood up immediately and said with amazement.
If they are usually, they will not dare to disobey the wishes of their homeowners. However, in such a situation where such strengths are so contrasting, it is absolutely unwilling for the people of the Qing family to accept such decisions.
"Yeah, the owner, if you insist on making this decision, please kill us first." A middle-aged man from a young family showed his arrogance, and the person stood in front of him. The eyes are closed, the head is high, and a pair of necks are to be slaughtered.
Someone started, and immediately four or five people stood up and expressed support for the young man.
Later, some people were ready to continue to stand up, but when they heard the sound of the sound, the people immediately stopped their steps and just wanted to take their steps.
No one has seen how the green scorpion was shot. The few guys who just stood out burst into a few fogs.
In a word, I didn’t worry, Qingyan shot and killed, and it was still my own younger generation. Everyone in the room was shocked.
They immediately killed four or five family-aged generations, and they still smiled. Everyone realized that the nickname of Qingxiao’s
smile-faced poisonous flower
was not white.
"You guys who are so bright, don't know how to say hello." Qing Lan sits loungingly in a chair, like a cat who sleeps during the day: "There are many people who add icing on the cake, so the tower of the gods is ours." Grass mustard, there are fewer people in the snow, so Ling Lan is a treasure. When the Blue Sky Alliance is bigger and stronger, we will choose to rely on it. At that time, we can only be an affiliated family."
Everyone thought in their hearts, it is better to be a subordinate family than to risk the Blue Sky Alliance now. If you look at which side is stronger, you can choose to vote directly. Maybe you will have less profit, but how safe it is.
Of course, they can only think about it in their hearts, and dare not say the thoughts in their hearts. Otherwise, they will become a fog in vain.
Qinglan naturally knows the thoughts of her family members. She is too lazy to explain with these guys. She immediately took a look at Qingzhaolong: "Zhaolong, still not starting, but when."
"Yes." Qing Zhaolong respectfully moved to Qinglan and then retired.
Qing Lan waved his hand lazily, seemingly angry and weak: "Okay, meet."
Just as everyone wants to leave, Qing Biao suddenly added another sentence: "Right, in order to show sincerity, all the towers of the gods and devils in the tower of our family are destroyed."
"What about those priests." A guy stupidly asked a stupid home problem, causing a blind eye: "You say it."
At about the same time, Huang Jiahe and Bai Jia were also engaged in intense discussions. The final results of the two discussions were obviously different from the other two. The White House decided to continue to wait and see, and did not stand still until the last moment.
The Huang family chose to join the nearest magical alliance.
In this way, the pattern of the distribution of the forces of the entire heavenly spirit has once again changed.
Judging from this change, it seems that the situation of the tower of the gods is the worst.
In the past, because no one can deal with Murong Huatian positively, the four great families have always dared to speak out about the arrogance of the tower of the gods and devils.
Let's not say anything else. Murong Huatian alone has built the towers of the tower of the gods to form a vast network of gods and gods.
As long as the people of the Tower of the Devil want to go to any city on the mainland, they can pass through the Tower of the Devil's Tower.
On the surface, this is only convenient for the travel of the priests of the demon tower. In fact, it is the monitor of the tower of the gods in various cities.
What is even more horrible is that the tower of the gods and devils always collects the potential chain souls from each city into the tower of the gods. If these four years, the four great families secretly cultivate a group of their own elite, in case any gods The Tower of the Devil wants to annex them, and they have no power to resist.
They have long been dissatisfied with Murong Huatian, the of the soul, but they dare not speak.
Now, it is the best time to resist.
The decision makers of the four major families really don't believe that they can't beat the tower of the gods with their strengths such as the combination of the gods and the blue sky alliance.
"Oh, it’s changing." On top of the tower of the Devil's Tower, Murong Huatian looked up at the endless clouds and the mood seemed to be very good.
As long as he is at the top of the three worlds, he will have a sense of pride in the world.
This feeling is really good.
"Hey Hao, tell me why you want to die." Murong Huatian's eyes still looked ahead, but he said this question, but asked him to be behind him.
Hao Hao replied unequivocally: "I used to think that following the great spirit of the soul, I was able to concentrate on my refining techniques in order to reach the peak of the refining pharmacists. I have two purposes for studying refining. The first is to defeat the old man of my brother Tiancao, the second is to be able to use my refining techniques to benefit the Three Realms."
"And then." Murong Hua asked with interest, and his mouth was faintly smiling, like chatting with a friend.
Hao Hao went on to say: "Then, I found that I have lost to my brother, because his disciple Ling Xiao is better than us, and I lost my heart."
"As for the second purpose, I found that I have been using my refining techniques to do evil in these years, not in the benefit of the Three Realms." Here, in the mind of Hao Hao, I immediately remembered those medicines that were their own medicine. The slave warriors controlled by the flag.
The warriors chose to fight because they missed their family too much. They exchanged the price of death and could go home and take a look at their loved ones.
Then they became a painless drug warrior, they only know how to kill, and go to the end of life.
I heard that they died very badly and were cut into countless pieces by Ling Feng.
The culprit that causes all of this is naturally Hao Hao himself.
He really couldn't stand the use of his own refining techniques in these aspects, but he could not violate the original vows and did not listen to the orders of the Lord of the Soul, so he chose to die in his own hands.
However, the Lord of the Soul does not seem to want him to die, so he pulled him back from the edge of death.
"Hey Hao, maybe you are like the world, I feel that I am an old guy who is arrogant and arrogant." Murong Huatian unexpectedly made a long sigh: "But you thought about it, if you let me unify the Three Realms, everyone Can you live a day without disputes, by that time, are you not able to make better use of your refining techniques to benefit the Three Realms?"
Yan Hao’s old face showed a mocking smile:
The great of the soul, if you say this to the boys, maybe they will believe, you talk about how long we have known.

Murong Huatian slowly turned around and looked at Hao Hao with a cold look: "Then you said, you feel that my words are wrong. If you say it, I will lift the soul vow you made.

Hao Hao’s face did not show ecstasy, calmly said:
You feel that after you have unified the three worlds, you will be able to create a world without disputes.

Murong Huatian sighed in the air and said: "What is wrong, who dares to stir up disputes, and the old man will let anyone die."
"Oh, if you do this, you will treat all the people in the Three Realms as your livestock, isn't it?" Hao Hao still smiled, but the smile did not have a smile.
Murong Huatian said very slowly and clearly: "If you want to understand this, then it is not bad."

No one has ever been willing to be a domestic animal, especially a few men like Ling’s.
Hao Hao said:
Of course, there is me.

Seeing that Murong Huatian does not refute himself, Hao Hao goes on to say: "Anyone who tries to unify the three realms must be destroyed."
"Well, Hao Hao, I will let you go." Murong Huatian took a finger, and he broke into the power of a soul from the eyebrows of Hao Hao.
The power of this silk soul is the soul of the priest who swears allegiance to the soul of the soul. Now, Murong Huatian has returned the power of this soul to Hao Hao.
"壬浩, the old man wants you to witness with your own eyes, whether the old man can succeed." Murong Huatian coldly said: "However, you must make another vow here, not to participate in my demon tower and other life. The battle of the forces, otherwise, the soul will fly and die."
Hao Hao smiled in disapproval: "At that time, it is not easy for you to kill me."
Murong Huatian shook his head resolutely: "No, I still believe in your soul vows."
"Okay." Hao Hao immediately raised his three fingers and made a vow: "I swear by Hao Hao, never participate in the battle against the tower of the gods and devils, contrary to this oath, will surely fly away and die."
"Well, you can go." Murong Huatian turned and looked at the sea of ​​clouds.
Hao Hao did not expect that Murong Huatian would let him go so easily. He solemnly bowed to the back of Murong Huatian, and he left.
Vaguely, these two equally lonely figures are opposite each other, like two lines that never pass...