Chapter 2951: The Tragic Central Continent

In three years, all the people of the Rakshasa Sect moved from the Eastern Region to the Central Continent. Using the 5.3 billion endowment of Xinglan Temple as their foundation, they established a new Rakshasa Sect and stood tall in Xinglan. The top of the continent.

In the past three years, the people of the Central Region have lived in dire straits.

Compared to the arrogance of the Xinglan Temple in the past, the current Rakshasa Sect is simply an abyss of demons.

They began to increase taxes on the people wantonly and plunder the people's wealth. Not only did the ordinary people live in misery and starve to death, but even the rich were in ruins and lived on the streets.

The Central Continent has never experienced such a tragic catastrophe. People died one after another, and the fields became more and more desolate. The property, money and food collected by the Rakshasa Sect in the third year was less than one-tenth of what it was before.

Regarding foreign affairs, Hua Dounan followed Zhuge Feng's advice.

However, Hua Dounan always turned a blind eye to the suggestion of letting the people recuperate and refused to accept it at all.

He believed in Zhuge Feng and believed that whatever this wise man said must make sense.

That's why he gave Zhuge Feng the position of deputy sect leader, making him a person inferior to one person in the Rakshasa sect and superior to ten thousand people.

But his heart has been twisted to the point where both humans and gods are angry.

He knew that such a cruel search would bring very little future profit, but he still wanted the people of the world to experience the true purgatory on earth.

This is a pathological obsession.

He enjoys it.

Zhuge Feng also understood what he was thinking, so he had no choice but to give up his words.

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The sea of ​​flowers on Emperorshen Peak is bright and beautiful, emitting colorful luster under the direct sunlight.

The flowers here are all rare and rare flowers that have been cultivated by Xinglan Temple for billions of years. They are full of spiritual energy and have a fairyland feel.

At this time, Zhuge Jinmo and Emperor Shi were sitting on a round table among the sea of ​​flowers playing chess.

Just like when Xiaoya was imprisoned here, they were shrouded in a more powerful invisible barrier. Even with the skills of the Imperial Master, they could not break out.

"Nowadays, the Central Continent has become a purgatory on earth. The people live in water and fire. There is no simplicity at all. Some people go to the mountains to become bandits, burning, killing and looting. Some people cheat and kidnap, and do all kinds of evil. What do you do about this? look?"

Zhuge Feng stood outside the sea of ​​flowers, looked at the two people, and smiled lightly.

But Zhuge Jinmo and the Imperial Master seemed to have not heard his words and were still focused on playing chess.

Seeing Zhuge Jinmo place a black chess piece on Tianyuan's left sixth position, which happened to block a group of white pieces between the two wings, Zhuge Feng shook his head helplessly: "If you are not eager to attack, but focus on Farther away, perhaps this game of chess has already been decided.”

"oh?"

Zhuge Jinmo frowned.

He put down the chess pieces in front of him and looked up at the far corner.

At this moment, a striking throat vein immediately appeared in his and the Emperor's eyes.

Unexpectedly, the chess game that had been deadlocked for a long time was broken by Zhuge Feng's first words. The imperial master couldn't help but raise his head in shock and looked at Zhuge Feng.

The Zhuge family has always been famous for its planners.

As the head of the family, Zhuge Jinmo's talents and knowledge have already surpassed Zhuge Canglong's, so for so many years, Poseidon has not killed him and wanted to keep him for his own use.

But after seeing him today, the emperor's master was even more certain that the Zhuge Feng in front of him was far more terrifying than Zhuge Jinmo.

After all, he is a person who can command the Rakshasa Sect's army in Beichen and compete with Han Ling, the first military advisor of Chenyao Sword Sect, without falling behind.

It's really not that simple...

"Brother Jinmo, do you regret now that you saved me and brought me into the Zhuge family?" Zhuge Feng asked in a daze.

Hearing this, Zhuge Jinmo sighed with tears in his eyes: "Oh, everyone has a time when they are young and ignorant. There are some things that regretting will not help."

Zhuge Jinmo knew very well that if he had not saved Zhuge Feng back then, he would have died in the ancient land and become a dragon skeleton.

It is even more impossible to have the name Zhuge Feng!

Without Zhuge Feng, there would be no Hua Dounan today.

The Ghost Emperor was defeated by Aowu, and he would definitely continue to find a place to hide, and would not dare to act rashly again.

At that time, the world will return to peace and prosperity again.

"It's all bad luck..."

Zhuge Jinmo raised his head and took a deep breath. Two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks and overflowed into the corners of his mouth. They were so bitter.

Xiao Huan lay on Zhuge Feng's shoulder, looking at the old man looking up to the sky and crying with compassion. He couldn't help but think of the time when the Zixia Empire was hit by a flood, and its owner took it with him to save the people from the flood. My heart cares about all the people in the world.

revengeful heart,

It can blind one's eyes.

And when all this became reality, even if he regretted it, it was too late.

Xiao Huan was obsessed with avenging his master and got to where he is today.

Zhuge Feng was obsessed with avenging his parents and pushed himself into the abyss of darkness.

"What a bad fate..."

Zhuge Feng breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around indifferently, and left without saying a word.

When he left Emperor Shen Peak, Zhuge Jinmo, who was sitting in the sea of ​​flowers, finally blamed himself, beat his chest, and cried.

For an old man to cry so heartbreakingly, one can imagine how guilty he feels towards the people in the Central Territory who are suffering now.

"Old man, you saved Zhuge Feng back then. It was a good deed. It's not your fault." The emperor's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

"But I personally cultivated a demon!" Zhuge Feng was heartbroken.

"Everything is God's will. The way of heaven cannot be violated. How can you control it?"

The Emperor slowly raised his head and looked at the foggy sky. The thin back with the black ancient sword gradually appeared in his eyes.

At this point, there is no pure land in the world.

Only that man can save the people of the world!

He believed that

Bai Chen would definitely regain the glory of the God of Destruction.

Even,

with a stronger attitude, let all the living beings in the world remember the name of the Evil Emperor forever from generation to generation.

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Xuanzhou.

Honghu Academy.

Nowadays, Honghu Academy has become quite large.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in the academy.

At this time, these students are busy helping the distressed people on the streets of Xuanzhou.

They took all the distressed people to the academy, and then, under the guidance of dozens of instructors, they went to the forest to hunt. Every day, they had to push dozens of carts of prey and go back and forth on the long mountain road to bring sufficient food to the people.

"Dean, we don't have enough medicinal materials in our academy. Many people have been infected with the cold. If we don't treat them in time, the elderly will not be able to survive!" A tutor stood in the courtyard and said anxiously.

In front of him, Dean Fang Tianxiu sighed with tears in his eyes: "What should we do? Now the Luosha Sect is in power and all the medicine shops are closed. Where can we find so many medicinal materials?"