Chapter 708: Chapter 709 Elder Amoeba
"Heaven said: Everything between personnel has its own laws, which cannot be violated and cannot be reversed."
"People say: Law is death, a pool of stagnant water is worthless, and thousands of changes are meaningful."
"God said: Allow you, the pros and the opposites are balanced, and the rank pole is chaos, and there is also a reason for the road against the sky."
"Heaven said again: However, if you go backwards and violate Changlun, you should be punished. If you step on a strange art, you will be punished with thousands of hardships. All kinds of demagogic gods, and if you make a mistake, you will never be doomed. You will wander in the boundless abyss prison, and you will not be free and you can't regret it."
"People say: That's it, and I won't abandon it."
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Inside the tent, there was an oil lamp and a table of books. The patriarch of Shuntian was looking through the books and chanting the contents of the books.
After a long time, the patriarch of Shuntian closed the book and carefully placed it on the table.
He got up, walked to the open place of the tent, and inexplicably saluted the void, as if he had met a very respectable patriarch.
The patriarch of Shuntianzong opened his mouth and said loudly, "A younger generation, the current patriarch of Shuntianzong, went to the mausoleum, and visited the predecessors of Amaba. Thank you for your mercy and only trapped the younger generation in the dream without hurting his life."
After opening his mouth, there was silence, but the suzerain of Shuntian had no intention to change his movements and always maintained the movement of salute.
After a while, a voice from nowhere reached the suzerain of Shuntian.
"Huh? How did you notice it?"
"Although the younger generation is shallow and not as profound as the predecessors, they can still distinguish between true and falsehood." The patriarch of Shuntian replied respectfully.
"Since it's clear, it saves me a lot of trouble. Uh-huh... Also, I'm not an Amoeba senior, I'm just an ordinary individual. You're wrong."
The inexplicable voice responded, and the patriarch of Shuntian responded.
"Elder Amoeba was too modest, killed the evil, deceived the great respect, and imprisoned all my juniors in my sleep. Since the historical record of strange and evil art, there has never been a person who can compare with you."
These things are really happening. The suzerain of Shuntian is full of respect for this predecessor Amoeba, who has not yet met. The strange art can reach such a height, but there is no one before.
If it's not to disturb people, That will become a legend and be permanently praised by everyone in the field of strange magic - thinking of this, the suzerain of Shuntian is puzzled, because for people who practice strange magic, personnel rights are just a thing and are not worth pursuing at all.
It can't help them practice strange tricks, but also bring them disasters. Is it true that this Amoeba senior was born in the wild and doesn't know enough about personnel?
The doubts in his heart prompted the suzerain of Shuntian to ask.
"It's just that the younger generation has something unclear, and I hope the seniors can solve the puzzle."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Eba, you have achieved so much, why do you still want to embezzle personnel rights? Weird art is a way against the sky that violates Changlun. When used in personnel, it is to reverse right and wrong, and it will bring disaster.
After a brief silence, the inexplicable voice gave feedback again.
"...what do you mean? Can you make it clear?"
"Senior, please face the questions of the younger generation. If you don't want to answer, please speak frankly. Don't prevaricate and fool me."
The suzerain of Shuntian only pretends that the other party is pretending to be confused and deliberately pretends not to understand what he is referring to.
"No, I really don't understand. It's too complicated. It takes some time to translate the language department." The inexplicable voice replied again, saying that he did not understand.
The inadvertent information in the inexplicable voice attracted the attention of the patriarch of Shuntian.
"Language translation? Amoeba, are you an exotic from other places?
Although he didn't understand what 'translation' was, the suzerain of Shuntian knew what 'translation' meant.
"Yes, I came to you from somewhere else. Also, I'm not an Amoeba senior, just an ordinary individual. You're wrong." The inexplicable voice gave a definite answer.
The latter sentence was perfectly ignored, and the suzerain of Shuntian only regarded the other party as modest.
In view of the fact that the other party has been pretending to be confused several times, the suzerain decided to ask directly and no longer give the other party a chance to pretend to be confused.
The suzerain of Shuntian asked.
"Even if it is foreign, it also belongs to the personnel. Aren't you afraid of harm to your hometown by using foreign skills like this? Although the evil quality was killed by you, if you are so chaotic, you are bound to breed a new and more powerful evil quality. What should you do then?
"It's slaughtered."
The inexplicable answer made the suzerain of Shuntian feel awe-hearted, and the two words in the district shocked him. While secretly admiring himself, he opened his mouth to persuade him.
"Strength is a good thing, but blind self-confidence will inevitably lead to disaster. Please think twice."
However, after the suzerain of Shuntian said the words of persuasion, he failed to wait for the other party's response, and the predecessor Amoeba seemed to have disappeared.
After waiting for a long time, the patience of Shuntian suzerain was exhausted and could no longer calm down. Then he dared to ask.
"Why are you silent, Amoeba? If you offend your predecessor, please speak out."
"I'm thinking about how to explain to you what we are and what's on your side. The situation here is neither complicated nor complicated, and it's not simple. It's mainly a matter of whether you can understand it."
The inexplicable voice made the suzerain of Shuntian wonder for a moment. What does it mean by 'what is our side and what is on your side'? Why are you saying that you can't understand? Is there any compelling reason why Elder Amoeba interfered with personnel?
Thinking of this, the suzerain of Shuntian was happy. This is good news. As long as this forced reason is solved, won't he not have to confront the predecessor Amoeba? Is there any problem that is more difficult than solving the existence that can kill evil?
The patriarch of Shuntian hurriedly spoke.
"It doesn't matter if the elder Amoeba says it, and the younger generation will admit it even if he doesn't understand."
The idea was very beautiful, but unfortunately, he thought wrongly. The suzerain of Shuntian was stunned by the next sentence of the inexplicable voice.
"But I'm afraid you will go crazy. We haven't got the technology to cure the madman yet." The inexplicable voice replied, and from the context, it seemed that the other party was very distressed about it.
"Crazy..."
The patriarch of Shuntian was choked by this sentence, and the doubts in his heart were even heavier. Anyway, he has never seen such a thing since he was born.
However, since the other party said so, it must be very dangerous. Shuntianzong turned to recall the conversation just now and wanted to know some clues from it.
He quickly noticed the 'we' in the words of the predecessor Amoeba.
"We? What does this mean?"
"It's a group. The Amoeba you mentioned is the title of our ethnic group."
"E ethnic group? A whole ethnic group work together to practice strange magic?! This, this, no wonder there is such great power, so it is..."
The patriarch of Shuntian was first stunned, and then suddenly realized that he finally understood why Amoeba had such power, because it was not an individual practicing strange arts, but a whole nation, regarded as an individual practicing strange arts.
"...Although you seem to understand, I think it should be very different from what I understand."
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