Chapter 2163: Disciple of Xilan

The harsh creaking made this black and purple world even more weird.
White smoke constantly emerged from the edge of the long huge mouth, covering its eyes. At first glance, it looked like a bronze incense burner.
Seeing how crispy it chewed, I was also a little eager to try, poking out my hand, and cautiously touching the fire.
"Don't touch it."
With a low drink, I stopped me, and Di Ruiji swallowed the broken bones, and his dark purple eyes burst into a cold light: "You can't touch you now."
Seeing the seriousness it said, I had to withdraw my hands angrily.
"Why, I don't understand?"
To avoid embarrassment, I changed the subject.
"If it's just an ordinary disaster, I don't need to pull you in." Di Ruiji rolled up another piece of bone, squeaking.
I was a little at a loss: "Are disasters divided into ordinary and extraordinary?"
"Those that are not mixed by ancient races are called ordinary disasters."
"Ancient race?" I thought about it a little, and I was surprised: "Ancient race, you mean..."
"Just as you think, under the Gobi, there are ancient races that have been half-life and half-dead hidden" Di Ruiji said coldly.
"Half life and half dead?" Although I don't understand what it means, I always feel that there is a deep chill in these four words.
"Yes, half a lifetime, half dead, immortal, not alive" Di Ruiji suddenly smiled, with a very cold smile: "That person, when he was alive, was a genius in swordsmanship, and you are no stranger to his master who taught him swordsmanship. "
"Swordsmanship?" I scratched my head: "I use a knife."
Di Ruiji snorted, turned his head and stared at the fire, no longer looking at me: "Xi Lan, Master of Swordsman, no stranger."
"No stranger, no stranger at all." I nodded again and again: "His descendants also taught me a set of Xilan swordsmanship. They are my master."
"Xi Lan is quite strong, but very verbose. Once he speaks, he will talk endlessly." Di Ruiji recalled, gritting his teeth. Obviously, he had a deep resentment towards Xi Lan: "My clone had been with him. He played against me, his strength was much worse than me, but he almost killed me."
Di Ruiji laughed a rare laugh, unexpectedly not unpleasant, but slightly depressed.
"He has very few disciples, only two, one recognized and one secret. That person is Xilan's secret disciple." Di Ruiji suddenly sneered: "Obviously he is a secret disciple, but Xi Lan refused to believe it. That weird temperament is a perfect match for his ability to talk."
"Xi Lan taught him how to use the sword and trained him to become a strong man among humans, but he also personally destroyed him."
"Destroyed my own disciple?" I dare not say anything.
Di Ruiji was silent for a moment, and continued: "Xi Lan never admitted that he was his disciple, but did not explain the reason. This made him very disappointed, painful, and confused. In order to get Xi Lan's approval, he went to great lengths. The mind must become stronger. He thought that as long as he became strong enough, Xi Lan would recognize him."
"However, in the process of becoming stronger, he lost himself. In order to pursue the ultimate strength, he turned to the dark elves and signed a contract, at the cost of his own soul, in exchange for powerful power."
"He succeeded in gaining a powerful force, but still lost to Xi Lan. In the end, he had to fulfill his contract and become a slave to the dark elves."
"Dark Elf?"
"It's a branch of the first Mori elves. They are very hungry for power and have a wide range of knowledge. They belong to the heresy among the Mori elves."
"It's really unheard of to be able to use the soul as a contract."
"It's normal if you don't know."
A sweet and greasy voice sounded, high and low, and near and far away. You don't need to look at it. It must be the woman named Shilock.
"The seal of your blood has not been broken, you have not yet awakened, and the inheritance flowing in the blood cannot be used for you..."
"Shilock, you talk too much."
"I'm just protecting him."
"Go on, he will die faster." Di Ruiji raised his head, his gaze staying on the purple face.
"Okay, okay, I surrendered" Shilock smiled and raised his hands.
A breeze blew by, and this nervous woman sat next to me, resting her chin on my shoulder, staring at me and giggling.
He smiled and started to cry.
Her cry was very permeating, and the way she was crying was very sad, pitiful, and heartache.
"Leave her alone" Di Ruiji's voice was cold and calm: "She is mentally damaged and her emotions are out of control."
Ignoring Shilock, who was crying and laughing, I continued to ask DiRigi about the disaster.
Di Ruiji stared at the fire and remained silent for a while before continuing: "There will probably only be three batches of disasters this time, but since the seal has been broken, I believe the fourth batch...that is, Xilan His disciple will follow along, but he is just the beginning."
"Begin?" I frowned: "Is there anything more terrifying?"
"Yes" Di Ruiji said solemnly: "There are also disasters from the ancient times, which were also buried there, but buried deeper."
"Ancient disasters!"
This time, I can't calm down.
In the ancient times, the strength of the various races was extremely strong, so strong that they could be called disasters in that period, what kind of existence would it be!
"Are you worried?" Di Ruiji looked at me and said slowly.
"Yes, I'm worried" I confessed: "The disasters of the ancient times, with the strength of today's adventurers, probably won't last long."
"You have underestimated the current Hefeng Continent" Di Ruiji said indifferently: "Through your perception, I found many ancient organizations scattered all over the continent. They are all seeds left over from ancient times, and they belong to Hefeng Continent. The defender, the defender who will only appear in the most dangerous period."
"Is the current disaster not dangerous enough?" I asked rhetorically.
"That's just in your opinion. For those organizations, there are more terrible things that need to be balanced."
"More terrible?" I was shocked: "Could it be a more terrible disaster?"
Di Ruiji nodded, then shook his head: "I can't say."
"It's another thing that can't be said" gritted my teeth, I wish I could throw Di Ruiji into the fire, if I could do it.
"What are you in a hurry?" The regained Shilock, vomiting Orchid, lightly pillowed on my shoulder, a little annoyed: "You used to be like this, but wake up quickly, we've been waiting... ....too long."
This time, Di Ruiji did not rebuke Shilock, but sighed deeply.
In the sigh, I can deeply feel the helplessness and pain, but I don't know how to respond.
I had to throw a complete arm bone into the fire in anger.
Looking at the faint blue flame that was constantly igniting on his arm bones, he gradually fell into thought.
In the meditation, a voice kept whispering, seemingly nonexistent, and finally, only three words remained: Who are you?
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