Chapter 272

"Don't joke any more. It's up to you two! That's the emperor's order. We are trapped here. How can you control the emperor? " The patriarch hasn't opened his mouth yet. One of the men on one side sneers and tells the truth in his heart.

"I have said that it was the former Emperor. Today's emperor is no longer the one who demoted your ancestors before. The emperor in the divine world is the king in heaven." Jun Lintian said, with a little impatience in his tone. He didn't know what to do. Should he say that these villagers are honest or stupid? "Now this is your only choice, and only in this way can you have new opportunities. If you want to continue to be tortured by natural disasters in this valley, I can hurt you and leave directly."

The words of "Jun Lin Tian" are very clear, and the patriarch also knows how much weight they have. After all, what they are facing now is God. It's very easy for them to kill everyone, so the patriarch has no choice.

As soon as these words came out, the villagers all focused on the patriarch. The patriarch is the elder in the village, and also the person they respect most. The current decision must be made by him to be convincing.

On the surface, what Jun Lintian said seemed to be a discussion, but the patriarch understood that he was a threat. However, they had to say that they had no choice now. Even if they let him go, there would be no loss. With the elimination of natural disasters and freedom, it would be different.

"I agree. You help me to relieve the natural disaster and give our people freedom. We'll let you go." The patriarch's tone is very affirmative. Maybe this is an opportunity.

Hearing what the patriarch said, an mujin was relieved. This kind of equal talk was exactly what an mujin saw. Since they agreed, Jun Lintian would certainly do it, but this time they only came here for the sake of the sweet clover beast.

"However, to help you eliminate natural disasters, you must use the inner elixir and blood essence of the sweet clover beast. You should think about this clearly." Junlintian directly to the point, he did have a way to help them relieve natural disasters, but he still wanted to get the inner elixir and blood essence of Muxi beast.

"No! no way! Muxi must not move As soon as the king came to heaven to say such words, the clan leader began to stop them. Muxi was the sacred beast guarding them. How could they sacrifice the sacred beast to protect themselves.

After all, Muxi is too important for these villagers. If they agreed so easily, they would not have to do so much.

Jun Lintian raised his mouth and looked at the patriarch. His tone was warm: "I know it's hard for you, but patriarch, you still have to think clearly. In this way, I will lift the border here for you first, so that you can easily leave the valley of falling gods.

The border of Luoshen Valley is specially used to stop them, and for gods like Jun Lin Tian and an Mu Jin, there is no obstacle at all. It is easy to lift the border.

Junlintian's practice is to let them make their own choice and voluntarily teach Muxi.

As soon as Jun Lintian's words came to an end, the villagers gathered around the patriarch and began to express their opinions. The discussion was very lively, while Jun Lintian and an mujin looked at each other and laughed. They didn't say anything more. They were very firm, and the patriarch would agree.

Although Muxi beast is their guardian, even if they have Muxi's guardian, they have not escaped the natural disaster once in five hundred years, and the only one who can really guarantee their present safety is junlintian.

Logic and reason are very clear, but this group of isolated villagers are so stupid and pedantic.

"No, we can't let you hurt Muxi." With such an answer, an Mu Jin has a black line. What else can she say? In the face of such a pedantic person, she has nothing to say. She can't understand such a simple reason. What's the meaning of living.

Although an Hibiscus had no complaints in her heart, she was also very clear that they were imprisoned in Luoshen Valley all their lives, let alone human beings, and their thoughts could not be improved. In the past tens of millions of years, they had never been exaggerated and improved by civilization.

"You..."

In the end, after some entanglement, an mujin decided to continue to persuade them that such a deal would not affect them. Muxi was just their faith and inner sustenance, and they would have a peaceful day when they really relieved the natural disaster.

However, as soon as an Mu Jin said two words, thick clouds came to the sky. It was a sunny day, and it suddenly became so dark. Such dark clouds covered the sun, and even the sun was blocked. Suddenly, it would be as dark as night in broad daylight. Such a vision is definitely not a good omen.

Looking at the sudden black clouds, the patriarch's face turned blue. The patriarch himself knew that he was the most learned man in the village. Such clouds were very similar to the natural disaster flood thousands of years ago. The overwhelming clouds covered the whole Luoshen Valley, which made them unable to breathe.

At the same time, before they reflected it, the heavy rain began to pour down for two days. Just as the heavy rain began to fall, it was also mixed with hail the size of eggs. At that time, more than half of the people in the village died.

It seems that what should come is coming all the time. A natural disaster once every 500 years is coming. Now it's hard for them to choose between life and death.

"See, the natural disaster is coming soon. As long as you take out the sweet clover God and take out its inner elixir and blood essence, we will have a way to relieve the natural disaster and exchange for your future peace. Although Muxi is a divine beast, it can't protect you in the face of such natural disasters. "

At present, the villagers have a very difficult choice in the face of the cloud and the sweet clover beast. For the choice of life and death, they will definitely choose life because of human nature.

"No way!"

The villagers are ready to move, want to hand over the sweet clover beast in exchange for their own safety, but the patriarch did not listen to anyone's opinion this time, he directly spoke, and refused again.

"Why! Why? We are going to die soon. Why can't we hand over the beast! "

"Yes, I have an 80 year old mother in my family."

"My wife has just had a baby and is still in confinement. I can't be!"

“……”

One by one, the voice of the villagers is getting louder and louder. Five hundred years ago, the villagers faced with the fear of death, they could not choose and escape. Five hundred years later, such death and fear have the opportunity to choose. Why can't they make a choice and gamble.