The wind is blowing, it is the sound of Moxaro's breathing...

Silence is even quieter than the Silent Hill. This huge space is too empty.

Chu Xiang was plain, like the cold voice after the electron synthesis, echoing in the distance.

It was not his heart that was so vast that he had spread thousands of miles away. Just because it was too quiet here.

In addition to the eternal and unchanging jingle melody of the iron chain, the monotonous breathing sound that can control the rhythm, staying here for a long time, the boring foot makes people vomit blood!

Such a cage is even more desperate than the absolute darkness prison where Illidan is...

It was visible, but there was no sound. One person talked to himself, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, billions of years. Even his breathing was composed into a small song, and he became tired. His left hand swelled and his right hand was then kicked and swollen by his left leg. On this day, he was so bored that the old naughty boy had no strength to play the battle between the two countries. Can he still survive?

Chu Xiang is very small, very small. Apart from realm, whether it is based on strength or body shape, even the ant at the feet of an elephant is not considered a matter of standing in front of Moksaro.

But at this moment, why did he appear so tall, extremely huge, majestic and great?

He is high, like a god, looking down at a poor worm, struggling hard, trying to break out of the ground...

...

"Moksaro, do you want to go out?"

This is the fifth sentence Chu Xiang said in more than ten years, the second sentence he said to the strange beast.

Moksaro, who was still complacent just now and tried his best to increase the weight of the poisonous oath, looked up in shock and stared at him.

Its heart instantly fell from heaven to hell!

He opened his bloody mouth, moved his fangs and closed his eyes in a hurry. His face was stiff and his smile was stiff. For a moment, Moxaro's expression was even worse than crying.

Moksaro wanted to cry without tears. At this moment, he only had one thought in his heart, a motto that someone who was not good, a bird man, often sighed about—

I am in hell, but my heart is looking up at heaven...

"Oh my goodness! What else is more pathetic than this!"

Moksaro was wailing, wailing silently...

...

Freedom and life, in many cases, are a very philosophical issue full of opposition, contradiction, and philosophical issues that require choice.

What is philosophy? Philosophy is a group of boring people who say a lot of inexplicable nonsense and make a fool of themselves.

This is like the same as good and evil. As long as everything in the world still has objective contradictions, philosophy cannot disappear. Thinking about it is one of the excellent means to pass boring time.

For example, Moksaro, who was probably tired of playing the boring game of the collision between the hooves and the hooves and using the breathing rhythm to music, kept thinking about this issue.

Which is more important, life or freedom?

At that time, he was the so-called choice, that is, suffering or lying on a corpse by suicide. Should he be frustrated or die simply? After millions of years of thinking, Moxaro chose life hard.

Now, this question is once again in front of him.

The difference is that freedom may be within reach, or it may be just a castle in the air.

Life is average, and you don’t have to choose life and death immediately. The master in the dark must decide...

Many years ago, facing reality, Moksaro chose life.

So, what about today many years later?

Is he Huang Shiren, who is based on practical interests, or is he who has fantasy, ambition, and abducts young girls?

Mocrosa, holding her hooves, holding up her huge face, thinking naked...

...

"Do you still need to think about this?"

"Why don't you need it!"

"Think clearly, you must think clearly!"

"I want to think about it? I'll just be thinking about it!"

In Mocrosa's mind, a battle between heaven and man was taking place.

After eight or seventh of a second, he made a decision. This process, compared to thinking about the same problem, was reduced countless times...

Is it smarter, or is it ultimately from the Western magic plane that cannot understand Huang Shiren's painstaking efforts? Maybe he would rather be a Romeo, at least there is a word Luo in his name...

"Roar! Immortal, tell your conditions!!!"

Two rich earthy yellow auras spewed out of the nostrils, no longer the rotten smell of the past, but it had a pungent smell of sulfur.

Lockmosa stared at her eyes, and a cold and cold glow flashed in its pupils. Her gloomy face was not only because she broke the oath that had been tied up in a cocoon, but not necessarily, there was no threat to Chu Xiang.

He is the great Mocrosa, not a fool. He will not be sold by someone because of his excitement and still counting money. He wants to show his tough attitude and feel that his methods are very clever.

"Roar! Roar! Come up with your conditions! Immortal! Don't try to cheat even half a copper plate from Mocrosa! Half a copper plate!"

No matter how rational he is, he cannot hide his anxious mood. Mocrosa stared at Tongling's big eyes, thinking that he was calm and powerful, not knowing that his anxiety was beyond words. He had not been in contact with others for too long, and even forgot the truth that he did not show his emotions.

Chu Xiang heard the legend and knew his elegant intentions. Although he didn't know that the other party dug a hole and buried himself, he could see that Mocrosa was quite incompetent.

Of course, he prepared the conditions so that a fool would give people a free job. But he did not intend to increase the price temporarily - after all, he was a god, not a merchant. Besides, Lockmosa was a ferocious beast, no matter how dull he was, he would not be slaughtered by others.

However, he did not like Rock Mosa's pretentious attitude, so he kept silent coldly...

Don't you know that this just hit Lockemosa's weakness.

If he offered the conditions, no matter how excessive he was, Mocrosa would have prepared ten thousand means to bargain. Even if he was fighting to stay here until he died of old age, he would not allow him to be humble and bend his knees as a strange beast.

Mocrosar was impulsive, and because the seal was too long, he forgot the concept of time and how to get along with others.

This does not mean that it has no brains.

No matter how stupid a god is, it is a hundred times smarter than a mortal. It cannot make reason pure except because of its tyrannical nature. It is not much different from that of God just because of its central data processing and soul deduction capabilities. It is like a rusty machine, slowly starting...

"Roar, roar! You... this annoying guy, can you be playing with the great Mocrosa? You deserve to be damned, you deserve to be damned!"

Mocrosa suddenly stood up, and a clanging sound, and the chains of the innate spiritual treasure level trembled. A foul smell mixed with sulfur aura spread along the storm. The entire gray sky seemed to be as dark as he followed his movements...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

It wandered silently, and it was very anxious, but it instantly understood its previous disobedience. It knew that it could not say more, but it was always holding its breath in its heart, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Whenever it glances at Chu Xiang, its eyes are filled with raging malice...

The earth was shaking regularly, and it could be seen that the power used by Mocrosa in every move was just right and even to the extreme. This was not only a demonstration, but also an instinctive manifestation of the physical body reaching the limit. Ancient beasts and divine beasts have unique talents and blood power, which are incomparable to humans' bodies and practice. Unless they use the original body of divine power, the divine body, to defeat one of the other at the same level of strength. That is the foundation of the gods and cannot easily take risks.

It was not until after a long time that it could not help but roared several times that it seemed to realize the reason for Chu Xiang's dissatisfaction. The sound of gasping was smaller, and the suppressed anger was suppressed even lower.

Although hiding all the murderous intent in your heart, this will not deceive anyone, at least make both parties appear calm on the surface.

Chu Xiang nodded with satisfaction.

"Mocrosa, I don't need you to be my servant-"

The tone of the prolonged voice, of course, because of the lack of proper tone fluctuations, it will only make people feel weird and cannot hear the original pun.

This statement means that he does not want to force the strange beast even more, and also mocks the other party for not even being his servant.

Seeing that Lock Mosa had never gotten angry, Chu Xiang continued to speak.

At this time, the human-faced sphinx that was curled down again, the shadow behind it was rich and irritating...

"Let go of 80% to restrict the restrictions, so that I can analyze all the secrets of your body - in addition to the real name. In addition, I want 30% of your original power! 30%!"

Decisive and unquestionable, the majesty of the gods is fully revealed in this sentence.

He won't force you to death, but he will never leave you room for bargaining.

Mocrosa's eyes shrank, and the shadow behind him moved like water waves. It opened its huge mouth and exposed its fangs. It rolled and burned, like the wave of sulfur mist at the top of the volcano, and the unique stench of the corrupt corpses in the underworld, slowly gathered into thick smoke and rose.

It wanted to refuse, but couldn't think of a reason to refuse. The conditions proposed by Chu Xiang just stuck his preset bottom line.

As long as the secret of the body is not involved in the real name, he doesn't care. Acquired creatures have attained enlightenment, and no matter how they analyze the original alien beast, they cannot simulate similar power. This is related to the limit of the carrier's strength.

Perhaps God, the master of the devil and evil gods, can use divine power to cast beast bodies of the same strength.

This move is redundant. If the divine body contains divine power that can reach the level of Mocrosa, its power will only be stronger than it, and will not be weak at all. And the flesh made of divine power will still not be tolerated in the mortal world in the end, which is helpless necessity.

If you ignore this section, just from the body, the Shinto will eventually evolve to the most perfect state in the origin of the carrier. It is impossible to obtain even a little optimization by analyzing other biological bloodlines.

Of course, it is not that the immortal way is not as good as the divine way. Relatively speaking, the soul is more powerful than the divine nature.

It knew that Chu Xiang was a god, not an immortal. For this reason, even the other party had tried to interpret its bloodline secret before, but he did not have any defense.

He didn't think it would have any loss to him or to the annoying guy.

Relatively speaking, the power of the three-cost source is more important. At least, losing the three-cost source means that it is impossible for him to kill Chu Xiang on the spot after he escapes from the trap. Even if the other party cannot directly absorb and refine its original power, this is common sense.

...

"good!"

Without much hesitation, his mind flashed, and the human-faced and spherical beast with his eyes squinting responded coldly.

The rich and dripping shadows behind it dissipated, and I don’t know if they really existed.

Chu Xiang stretched out his right hand, and a golden electric shot from his white fingertips. The strange beast also raised his hooves, and a drop of purple and black blood as big as a pool, flew away like this. Two drops of divine blood with completely opposite properties collided in the air and melted.
To be continued...