Chapter 350: No need for salvation

Ji Xia built a long spiritual forbidden, only then returned to Shanggan Palace.
It was already late at night.
But the night is not peaceful, in the secret world of Choking, there is only the sun and no moon.
As a result, the Secret Realm of Choking at night was almost brightly illuminated by the light of the burning rune.
People who are able to practice in the Secret Realm of Choking now often don't need sleep for more than ten days. How can these people give up practice in such a strong atmosphere of practice?
Especially those young students, because there are too many schools in Tai Cang, there are no shortage of talented people, but in the Secret Realm of Choking, there are not many places for these students to practice.
Therefore, the Pleiades of Tai Cang Academy let these outstanding students rotate once every two months.
In the eyes of these students, the not-so-rich time for practicing in secret realms is particularly important.
Because entering the secret realm not only means the extended time, but also the full supply of many spiritual resources.
There is no doubt that if you have entered the Choking Secret Realm and obtained the qualifications to practice, if you have that ability, you can completely drink many of the boosting pills as water.
Later, Lu Yu proposed to let Tai Cang Baiguan give the time to practice in the secret realm during the day to school students. At night, the Tai Cang Baiguan would go to the secret realm to practice again.
From that day on, the Choking Secret Realm was fully loaded.
In this case, the night of the Choking Secret Realm is actually the same as the day. There are still military exercises, students practicing magical powers, and there are also great officials practicing quietly.
But Ji Xia returned to Shanggan Palace and sat on the upper throne without hesitation, her mind moved lightly, and her long sleeves slightly raised.
In the center of the palace, the aura moved slightly, and suddenly there were seven figures slowly gathering.
However, after a few breaths, the aura dissipated, and seven different and powerful men were revealed from the aura.
They stood in front of Ji Xia and slowly bowed to Ji Xia.
Only the tall figure wearing a bronze mask on his face said, "Lord Lusheng pays homage to the lord."
The remaining six people kneel down respectfully.
Ji Xia looked sideways at these strangest and toughest assassins in the Immortal Tang World, feeling more satisfied in her heart.
The auras of these seven powerful men are very vague. It was obvious that they were kneeling in the temple, and their breath suddenly appeared and disappeared, as if these figures in front of them were puppets, not real people.
"Are you a ghost master?"
Ji Xia stood up from the throne, shouldered her hands, and asked.
"Back to the lord, I am the ghost lord, and the leader of the lord." His voice was hoarse, low, but very respectful.
Ji Xia nodded, motioned for them to get up, and walked slowly in front of them.
The seven powerhouses have no similarities, and even the exercises they practice have nothing in common.
"From then on, no one but me can know your true identity."
Ji Xia returned to the throne with cold eyes, and said: "Your mission is for me to be too great, for me, to remove all obstacles that can be removed, you know?"
The ghost master nodded silently, took a few breaths, and said: "We already know about the human race situation in this world, the lord, and the immortal Tang. We are stunned. For the holy emperor, all enemies are removed. Most of them are of the same race. How can we soften our hearts when slaughtering foreign races?"
Ji Xia nodded, and suddenly put out her finger, tapping gently.
In the historical records of Tai Cang, the pictures of Tai Cang being bullied, tortured, and even devoured by foreign races in the long history of Tai Cang.
Many women and babies were also slaughtered.
Countless years have passed, and the pictures have leaped one after another.
The Seven Masters of Minsheng looked at the disappearing spiritual images, their eyes were quiet, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
Ji Xia stared at the Seven Masters of Minsheng, and suddenly spoke quietly:
"As stunning assassins, do you need salvation?"
The seven masters were silent, and the child master, who looked like a eleven or twelve-year-old child, showed pain on his face.
"I believe that in your hands, there must be countless dead souls, and I also believe that some of you are scornful of my words in their hearts."
Ji Xia's eyes grew colder, sweeping across everyone one by one: "Because you are the pinnacle assassin, the master slaughter, you don't need conscience, you only need to reap your lives instantly, so in my heart, you probably don't need salvation."
"And I originally didn't need to let you see these images, to see these tough but weak ancestors, fighting with many hardships and then being swallowed up scenes, I just need to be high on the throne, and then give you an order immediately."
"Because I am your master, the words in my mouth are the way of heaven for you!"
Ji Xia's words are extremely quiet, but the overbearing in the words is absolutely extraordinary.
Immediately, there was a vigorous spirit leaping around him, sweeping the entire Shanggan palace.
Numerous scenes have reappeared, among them the scenes of the human races fighting for generations; the scenes of the human races praying for death in order to defend the country; and the scenes of self-determination in order not to drag the race.
The seven masters looked around, and these pictures suddenly changed!
They saw the alien race that was hostile to Tai Cang generations, being slaughtered by the human army.
The soldiers of the great powers who came violently were wiped out by the human race.
I saw the Terran admired by the many weak and small races on the banks of the Respite~EbookFREE.me~ to pay tribute to the Terran!
Terran's majesty is rising vigorously!
"I don't intend to redeem you, but you have served Xiantang! Xiantang Wushuang, and should I be Wushuang too?"
"For those bumpy scenes in the past, you, as a human race, should be touched even if your blood is cold, and I don't want to redeem you when I show you these pictures."
At this point in Ji Xia's words, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he said: "Tai Cang is my country, in which the human races fight together and die together! There is mutual love, and the grand event of the great prosperity!"
"I don't want such a country full of vigor and vitality, with you people who are lifeless, killing for the sake of killing!"
"The Seven Masters of Minsheng, before I have set your mission, go, go to Taidu and settle down! Talk, associate and live with my Taicang race! One day, you will use these ordinary people to redeem Yourself!"
The child owner suddenly nodded his head, his eyes were immature, but also full of determination.
The ghost master seemed to have some thoughts, and stood here quietly.
But the sword master suddenly became righteous and said: "The lord does not have to worry too much. I joined the master of the Ming Dynasty to protect the country’s political clarity and the people’s happiness. Now in this cannibalistic world, I will also kill with my sword To defend the way of the heart!"
The eyes of the rest of the Lusheng masters seemed to be moved.
And Ji Xia smiled slightly, and said, "Go back, stay in the area where there are many people and come in contact with my Taicang human race. When you need you to kill, I will naturally call you to come."
"But I still don't want you to become walking corpses born for killing."
"Killing is only a means, not an end, but it is the end in my eyes to protect the country and fight for the human race."