Chapter 483 How Many Years Is One Kun Year? (Six Thousand)

Partridge's face-changing technique really amazed Ron. From a solemn and threatening face to a smiling, flattering and flattering face, the transformation was completed in an instant. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes , Ron really couldn't believe that a person's complexion could change so much in such a short period of time.

That dog-legged appearance even gave Ron a strong impulse in his heart. He really wanted to ask the sage in front of him, where is your dignity and dignity?

Where is your glory as a sage?

For thousands of years, countless people on the Twilight Continent have worshiped Partridge as an idol. If these fanatical believers see Partridge look like this now, I wonder if the dreams in their hearts will be like soap. Bursting like a bubble?

Of course, what shocked Ron even more than Partridge's facial transformation was the words coming out of Partridge's mouth.

Partridge didn't want his communication with the remaining limbs of the Last Twilight King to be interfered with unnecessarily. He had already considered this, so he arranged a defensive barrier in advance, but the barrier was, to put it bluntly, a transparent barrier. protective cover.

It does not hinder the spread of light at all, so everything that happens inside the protective shield is very clear to Ron. The main thing that the protective shield isolates is the penetration of spiritual thoughts, the invasion of consciousness, and the surge of magic power. , can isolate all attacks from external forces.

At the same time, it can also play a very good role in suppressing sound and avoid the spread of sound.

But Ron's strength is good, and he has always maintained his dragon transformation state. In the dragon transformation state, Ron's physical strength will be greatly increased, and his five senses will also become particularly keen. With his hearing greatly enhanced, even if he has a knot, Despite the obstruction of the world, you can still feel slight sound fluctuations spreading from inside.

That's a Chinese sentence.

"Oh, dear senior Zhou Yang, junior Wang Qi is here to visit!"

God knows, when Ron heard this sentence, what kind of impact he received deep in his heart, it was a shock like the earth was shattering and the earth was shaking.

In an instant, Ron only felt a buzzing in his head, and circles of ripples continued to spread in his brain for a long time.

All kinds of thoughts were surging crazily in my mind, gathering together, and finally turned into a question: What the hell is Wang Qi?

Is this guy Partridge also a time traveler?

The strong shock deep in his heart even made Ron unable to think carefully for a while. After a long time, Ron finally calmed down a little bit and just regained some ability to think normally. Ron immediately He started to shake his head, denying his previous speculation.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, there is absolutely no way Partridge is a time traveler.

If Partridge is a time-traveler, then he cannot be ignorant of the plot in the game. He must be able to sense that Ron's fate has changed. With the sensitivity of a time-traveler, this guy should have come to the door long ago. .

Even if Partridge was unable to go to the Church of the Goddess of Dawn due to certain obstacles, if they finally met here, the two parties should have exchanged secret codes long ago... instead of being as indifferent or even vague as they are now. hostility.

Secondly, what Partridge is doing doesn’t sound like a time traveler.

If he was a time traveler, he would definitely be aware that Archibald was also a time traveler. Even if he didn't know it before, he should have been able to notice it when Archibald placed the Chinese pinyin and Chinese characters in front of him. No, the relationship between the two should not be so tense.

There was absolutely no reason for Partridge to be obsessed with killing Archibald.

In the end, although what came out of Partridge's mouth was in Chinese, but... I have to say that this guy's Chinese level was quite bad. His thick translation accent made Ron want to use his boots and ruthlessly Kick his ass hard.

It seems that his previous speculation was correct. Partridge only mastered Chinese because of Archibald's inheritance and was able to talk to the stump of the last Twilight King in Chinese, thereby gaining the trust of the stump.

As for Wang Qi, it was probably just a name that this guy made up for himself after knowing some secret.

After thinking about this, Ron finally felt a little more at ease and looked at Partridge opposite him again. He was curious about what the sage would do next.

Just after Partridge said those words, the stump of the last Twilight King on the opposite side did not give the slightest response, as if it was just a pure dead thing.

However, both Ron and Partridge knew very well that there was consciousness in the residual limbs of the last Twilight King, and communication could be carried out. Partridge was not in a hurry, and was just waiting with peace of mind.

He knew that although the remains of the last Twilight King had been sealed for eight thousand years, their wisdom should not be underestimated, and it was not easy to deceive them.

The old face always maintained that flattering smile. Partridge waited quietly, but he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart. It was a coincidence that he had indeed tried to use the stump of the last Twilight King. He is practicing, but he is also very clear that the energy contained in the residual limbs of the last Twilight King is extremely violent, and his body and soul will disappear if he accidentally dies.

There is only one person out of ten who can be as successful as Ashbern.

He would not gamble on that vague hope. He tried to impress the last Twilight King with words, so that the last Twilight King would actively cooperate with him.

Partridge has always felt that he actually has quite good eloquence. He thought that with his sharp tongue, he would be able to persuade the last Twilight King. But who would have thought that the last Twilight King would only have one remnant left? Lim, his character is still very arrogant, no matter how much he talks about it, the other party still ignores him, giving him a look that he cannot reach.

In order to impress the last Twilight King, he made all the promises he could think of, including helping the last Twilight King gather his body and reshape his soul, and even promised to avenge the last Twilight King in the future, but the other party still didn't give the slightest reaction.

Even though Partridge was calm, he still couldn't help but be irritable, and then he said: Fuck!

But with just such a word, Zhanqi, who had been silent all this time, finally responded, asking him if he was also from the earth and was he a fellow countryman?

Where is the earth?

Fellow? This must be true, isn't it?

Fortunately, this guy Partridge finally had some wit, and he managed to get this matter out of the way. He successfully gained the trust of the Last Twilight King, and then with the active cooperation of the residual limb consciousness, with the help of the Last Twilight King, The king's energy successfully achieved the realm of destruction.

Following the trend, many secrets were also extracted from the mouth of the last Twilight King.

The quiet waiting did not last long. He was lying motionless and quietly on the altar. Suddenly, a hazy mist appeared on the surface of his huge arm, which was wrapped in chains.

It's like a light gray fog.

The gray mist was slowly squirming, gradually condensing into the shape of a head, as if a gust of wind could easily blow it away at any time.

This is the consciousness born in the left arm of the last Twilight King.

The head was very large. Although it had been condensed as much as possible, it still looked like a small mountain. The whole body was gray and black, except for the eye sockets, which faintly emitted a dark red light.

The light fell on Partridge.

In an instant, Partridge's body became tense.

Even though he has mastered Chinese, he has gained a lot of secrets from another stump, and he has a certain understanding of the so-called earth. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with this left arm, but Partridge still can't control it. Nervous, after all, he knew exactly what kind of existence he was facing.

It was a monster that could easily and completely obliterate itself in its complete form with just one look. Now, even though it was just a stump, he couldn't help but be afraid.

His dark red eyes were fixed on him for a long time.

Partridge only felt that the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger. When he felt that he could no longer bear it, the head made of gray mist finally slowly spoke:

"Your name is Wang Qi? Are you a fellow countryman?"

The sound of urns and urns echoed in the underground palace like muffled thunder.

The sound penetrated the barrier and turned into sound waves, blowing the long hair on Ron's forehead. He grinned, but didn't say much. He just watched Partridge's performance quietly, as if he was watching. A clown.

Partridge didn't notice the gaze from behind. Maybe even if he saw him, he wouldn't care too much. The joy on his wrinkled old face became even stronger: "My dear brother, you are right, I and I You are also from the earth."

"We are our dearest fellow villagers."

There was a wave of fluctuation on the head formed by the gray mist. It was obvious that Partridge's strange way of speaking made him feel a little confused.

However, what Partridge spoke was genuine Chinese.

"Dear fellow countryman, it's really great to see you. I already know what happened to you. Believe me, after knowing what happened to you, I have been deeply saddened by your experience. I I swear I will find a way to rescue you."

"Now that I've finally found a...well, body part of you, that's a pretty good start for us, isn't it?"

The Last Twilight King was obviously not used to Partridge's weird way of speaking.

However, Chinese gained his trust.

After all, besides fellow villagers, who else can speak Chinese?

The last Twilight King even took the initiative to make excuses for Partridge in his heart. After all, as a time traveler, he carried the memory of the original owner of the body. Judging from the age of the body, he should have lived in this world for a long time. Various speaking habits and the like will inevitably be affected. It is normal for the accent to change a little strangely.

Thinking back on when I first came to this world, it took me a while to change the way I spoke. It would be better to say that the fellow in front of me could continue to remember Chinese without completely forgetting it. It was already quite a feat. Not easy.

Gradually, the last Twilight King let go of his doubts, and the pressure released by the head condensed by gray mist was no longer as violent and fierce as before. His eyes even shifted to the chains in the air: "Brother Son, I’m afraid this won’t be easy.”

Partridge was slightly proud, and he smiled: "Don't worry, fellow, if I don't have enough confidence, I wouldn't dare to show up here."

"Please wait a moment, I will release you soon."

Taking a deep breath, Partridge took a step back. His cloudy old eyes glanced at the chain in the air, with a sneer on his face. After a brief pause, he suddenly raised his right hand and cut at a chain in the air.

"Cut!"

With a loud roar, a sharp blade appeared out of thin air, slashing at the chain in mid-air at lightning speed.

Ron watched quietly from behind. This was a good opportunity to understand Partridge's strength.

Partridge, on the other hand, completely ignored Ron. In this twilight continent, apart from Archibald, he was the only one who mastered the mysterious language. Even Ron listened to the whole audience. how?

Does he understand?

You don't have the qualifications.

This language is called the language of mystery by Partridge. In Partridge's eyes, it is a language that allows people to glimpse all the truth. Although Ron has good strength, he is not qualified to master this language. door language.

As for the chains in the sky, they might be a trouble to ordinary practitioners, even practitioners of the same level, but to him, they are not worth mentioning.

laugh.

The speed of the blade cutting through the air was extremely fast.

It was a very strange scene. The blade was like a knife, and the space in front of it was like a huge curtain. Where the blade tore past, the curtain was easily separated from the middle, as if it was cut by Scissors cut cloth.

In just the blink of an eye, the sharp blade had already reached the chain. Immediately afterwards, a click was heard, a string of sparks exploded, and the chain arranged by some mysterious being almost broke immediately.

This scene made Ron's eyelids jump suddenly.

In Ron's eyes, Partridge may be an existence in the demigod realm. He has combat power that transcends the Twilight Continent and this era.

His power has become so strong that it is difficult for him to resist, but it is still not an easy task to cut off the chains in mid-air. After all, these chains and the Shackles of Heaven are likely to be of a higher level than the Shackles of Heaven. The presence.

Although the yoke of heaven is terrifying, it is an existence of nothingness after all. It is more like the evolution of some kind of power.

The chain in front of you is not only the evolution of a certain power, but also has a real body. The chains nested one by one are covered with dense mantras. It is not difficult to find that on these mantras, there must be There is also some mysterious power.

According to Ron's calculations, even if Partridge could cut off these chains, he would have to pay a certain price. Who would have thought that it would be so easy?

Although Ron already regarded Partridge as a terrifying master in his heart, this scene still made his heart tremble, and he still underestimated the old man.

Not to mention Ron, even the consciousness in the remaining limbs of the last Twilight King made a slightly surprised sound.

These shackles were nothing to him in his prime. He could break dozens of them with just a pull.

However, for other practitioners, these chains are the most terrifying cages in the world. He took the words of the fellow as a joke and did not hold much hope in his heart. He even said that he could survive in this situation. Zhou Yang was already satisfied when he met a fellow villager and could say a few words about his hometown to him.

But who would have thought that the fellow in front of him who claimed to be Wang Qi actually did it and cut off a chain with one move.

Such a scene made Zhou Yang couldn't help but get excited, and he finally saw hope in his heart.

Eight thousand years.

Who knows how he got here during these eight thousand years?

The consciousness is sealed in the arm, the arm is suppressed in the coffin, entangled by the shackles of heaven, trapped on this small altar, unable to leave, unable to do anything, and no living being can communicate with him.

lonely.

Lonely.

This is the most terrible and cruel punishment in the world.

Even a strong man like Zhou Yang cannot bear eight thousand years of loneliness.

Sometimes, Zhou Yang even hates his own strength. If it weren't for his strong strength and powerful soul, he would have died long ago, right?

If you die, it will be over once and for all, and you won't have to bear the darkness that will never see the end.

He originally thought that he would continue in this kind of torture forever... Perhaps, in the past tens of thousands of years, his soul and residual limbs would eventually be unable to withstand the wear and tear of time and disappear. But, then Too far away.

The depths of his broken consciousness could not help but throb.

The head evolved from the gray mist, as if influenced by pure instinct, let out bursts of heavy breathing.

Partridge clearly felt the fluctuations in the consciousness and emotions of the last Twilight King. He looked proud. Sure enough, he should not be much worse than the last Twilight King. His own strength was not even that of an existence eight thousand years ago. Everyone will be shocked by it.

Cut.

This is a law that Partridge has mastered in the Advanced Destruction Realm. As the name suggests, the power of this law is to cut off matter. The rules determine that no matter what kind of existence, as long as there is something present, cutting can cut it off. Break, even the shackles of heaven are no exception.

Perhaps, it won't be long before he can catch up with the blasphemer... No, it's not catching up, it's surpassing him.

After surpassing the blasphemer, he can kill him.

This is Partridge's goal that has persisted for thousands of years and will never change.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Another sharp blade spread out in all directions.

Clang Clang Clang Clang.

Dazzling sparks and harsh sounds kept coming. Under the law of judgment, the shackles of the sky were cut off one after another. After the last chain was destroyed, the arm of the last Twilight King seemed to have suddenly lost its support and fell directly to the altar. superior.

Rumble.

In an instant, there was another violent roar in the underground palace.

Unfortunately, the altar was unable to withstand the weight of the last Twilight King's arm. It was smashed into large pieces and cracked, and a deep dent was made on the surface of the altar.

After doing this, Partridge's face suddenly turned a little pale, and then a layer of slightly sickly redness emerged. He released more than ten cuts in a row, and the consumption of Partridge was not small. He exhaled, his complexion gradually returned to normal, and then he strode forward.

"My fellow countryman, are you willing to leave here with me?" Partridge said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The last Twilight King did not answer, but the gray mist that was originally floating in the air disappeared into the arm again. Immediately, he saw that the thick arm actually gradually shrank and turned into the shape of a normal human arm. .

Ron looked strange. It seemed that this boy Zhou Yang had really mastered the method of changing size anywhere.

This guy finally had a chance to enjoy beautiful women... It's just a pity that he didn't master this secret skill for too long. It was estimated that not long after he mastered it, the destined disaster had already happened. Even if It can be changed in size anywhere, and there is no chance to enjoy it.

It's really pitiful.

Partridge looked ecstatic. He knew that he had been recognized by the last Twilight King. His body trembled violently, and he took a few heavy breaths. Then he stepped forward again and pulled the left hand of the last Twilight King. Holding his arms in his arms, the next thing to do is to leave here, and then find a quieter and safer place to refine this arm, eliminate the remaining soul in the arm, and completely let this arm be controlled by himself. With a strange feeling in his heart, Partridge walked towards the outside of the barrier.

Just as he passed by Ron, he couldn't help but take another look at Ron:

Do you want to kill this kid?

After all, cutting off the chain on the left arm of the last Twilight King consumed a lot of energy, but it was only one-third at most. The remaining energy should be more than enough to strangle Ron.

Although it can be said that Partridge followed the footsteps of the blasphemers and embarked on a path against heaven, but in some aspects, Partridge was extremely consistent with destiny.

That is... He doesn't want too many strong people in this world, especially those who can threaten him.

When Partridge's eyes fell on Ron, Ron only felt that the area swept by his eyes was stinging like a needle. Of course he knew what Partridge was thinking. He pursed his lips and said, En suddenly took a step forward, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed an extremely weird smile:

"Zhou Yang, ask this old guy, how many years is one Kun year?"

Here comes the first chapter of six thousand words.