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"The first few chapters of this book were indeed centered around the main character," Yi Lianzhen continued to explain to Ren Wudao, "but then it went off track." gone."

"Do you know why this book is called "The Battle of the World?" he asked.

"Why?" Ren Wudao cheered.

"Because the author of this book doesn't want to write about the protagonist at all, he just wants to write about the big scene." Yi Lian was much happier to be able to say these things directly, he exhaled softly, "The focus of the whole book is not at all The main character, but the war in the realm of comprehension."

The author of "Battle of the World" is quite famous, and the beginning is no different from other fantasy novels, and it attracted a lot of readers from the beginning.

However, after the first few dozen chapters, readers gradually realized that something was wrong.

This book does not talk about the protagonist, but instead begins to write about the entanglement and struggle between the two major forces in the cultivation world, Chuyang Dao and Xu Wanmeng.

Yi Lianzhen recalled: "Chuyang Dao is an alliance formed between the eastern sect and the cultivation families, while the Xu Wanmeng is the alliance formed in the west."

"The cause should be that a very rich spiritual mine appeared in a mountain range in Chuyang Dao. The monks speculated that the spiritual mine may contain a spiritual core that only appeared in legends."

"Just a small piece of this kind of spiritual core can make a person instantly become a fairy, but it is difficult to mine. It takes high-level monks to work together to penetrate into the center of the vein."

"However, before the various forces in Chuyang Dao had finished discussing how to carve up the possible spiritual cores, Xu Wanmeng couldn't sit still and took the initiative to start a war, hoping to snatch the spiritual veins."

Ren Wudao nodded: "And then?"

"Then?" Yi Lianzhen said, "Then these two forces fought, and kept fighting. They couldn't fight on their own, so they called out the hidden ancestors and sect masters to fight."

"But the other side is not a fool. They also called out their ancestors one by one, and they fought like this for hundreds of years."

Ren Wudao's expression seemed a little strange for a moment: "Then how did they cease fighting?"

"A truce?" I didn't feel it when I read the novel, but now that I think about it, Yi Lian's head is going to be big. "It's a truce, but it's not like they stopped it themselves—have you heard of Meteorite?"

Ren Wudao shook his head.

The author of "War of the World" wrote this book to satisfy his desire/desire to write big scenes. This book is nothing, and readers were happy to read it when they first wrote about war.

The problem is that this war has been fought for too long.

This is a war that spanned more than 300 years and involved everyone in the cultivation world. Although the author tried his best, he still couldn't control it, and the more he wrote, the more he collapsed.

Later, not only the combat power system collapsed, but also the currency system collapsed, not only the power setting collapsed, but also the number of people who appeared.

"In the end," Yi Lianzhen became more and more excited as he talked, gesturing to Ren Wudao, "I remember that there were nearly ten thousand powerful masters of the highest level who appeared on the stage, and I don't know where they came from. of."

"There is also the auction house. Once any treasure appears, the price is often hundreds of billions of spirit stones. The inflation is not decent."

Ren Wudao hesitated to speak, and did not ask Yi Lianzhen what "inflation" meant.

"Inflation probably means that money is worthless. I've learned the specific reasons, but I don't quite remember." Seeing Ren Wudao's expression, Yi Lianzhen explained it casually, and continued.

"Actually, at this level, according to my experience of reading so many novels, there is still room for redemption."

In the late stage of fantasy novels, most of the combat power will collapse. The author can change the map or use other methods to solve the problem.

However, at this time, the author of "Battle of the World" doesn't want to write it anymore.

"The chapter at the end is a big battle. All the living people of Chuyangdao and Xu Wanmeng are fighting each other near the spirit mine vein."

Yi Lian sighed: "Originally, this battle was no different from the countless previous battles. After the battle, we continued to fight. But on this day, the author dropped a lot of meteorites from the sky!"

Ren Wudao frowned: "The monks are powerful and can move mountains and seas. How could meteorites hurt them?"

"I don't know either," Yi Lian paused, "It's logical, but maybe those meteorites have magical powers... Anyway, everyone who was present at the time was crushed to death."

"..." Ren Wudao asked with a glimmer of hope, "And then?"

"No more," said Yi Lianzhen, "then this book will come to an end."

Ren Wudao: "..."

For a moment he was speechless.

Yi Lian really took care of Ren Wudao's emotions, but also did not speak.

After all, judging from the expression on the other party's face, Ren Wudao must have a new and profound understanding of the word "unfinished".

Can they really achieve such a messy and outrageous ending?

Are you going to kill all the people who were killed by the meteorite?

"Ah, and," Yi Lian really added thoughtfully, "I remember that there were several geniuses among the people who were smashed to death. I don't know if they were real geniuses or because the combat power system collapsed in the later stage. Anyway, they only spent a few It took ten years to cultivate to the highest level."

"If we had crossed earlier, they might not have been born yet."

If they are unlucky, they will have to become midwives.

Ren Wudao sighed heavily, even he was helpless with such an ending.

"We..." He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Let's go to a nearby city to ask first, and find out where the plot has progressed."

Although Ge Zhen had been lost for more than ten days, Huaiyang City itself was not far away.Only a few minutes later, Yi Lian really saw the badly damaged city from afar.

It's hard to believe that after so long, there are still sporadic uncontained corpses in the city.

Nearly half of the houses were destroyed, huge stones mixed with ashes were pressed in the middle of the road, blood was everywhere, and strong and pungent smells filled the nostrils.

In addition, most of the houses that are still intact also have traces of repairs, and there are also large and small potholes on the roads that can be walked under the feet.

Yi Lian really didn't look very good-looking throughout the whole process. Most of "The Battle of the World" is about the battles between monks, but there is no doubt that such a protracted war also brought devastating disasters to mortals.

There are no vendors on the street, and occasionally one or two passers-by are in a hurry, and most of the houses are empty.

At the beginning, Yi Lian really cared a little about the dirt and bad smell on her body, but she was relieved later, and helped her walk slowly behind Ren Wudao.

"Ms. Ge," he looked around, hesitantly, "where is your home?"

"You said before that you have a younger sister, do you know where she is..."

Ge Zhen pointed in the direction: "My home is over there."

But when they arrived, they were faced with ruins.

"You two elders, I know you are good people." Ge Zhen had no expression on her face, only her dry lips moved, "Can you help me find my sister?"

Later they found her younger sister, Ge Yun, in an empty house they didn't know belonged to.

The gray-haired old woman was drinking a bowl of porridge that was almost clear water. After kneeling down and thanking the two people, she still remembered to give half of the porridge to her sister.

I don't know how long this room has been vacant. Many roof tiles have fallen off, leaking wind and rain.The shabby beds, tables and chairs are the few pieces of furniture here.

Yi Lianzhen only stayed for a while, so she couldn't bear it, and asked them: "Ms. Ge, do you have any other relatives?"

Just two old people, how can they survive in such a place?

"I had a son before, but something happened with his father." Ge Zhen replied with a wry smile after being familiar with them.

She pointed at Ge Yun again: "My sister's life is not good, she married two people and the other died, so she just came to live with me."

"Then you guys..." Yi Lian really couldn't finish speaking halfway through.

Ren Wudao shook his head slightly at him: "Many people in this city are like this."

Ge Zhen showed a kind smile to Yi Lian, as if she was comforting him: "That fairy elder is right, we have been living like this for half our lives, and we have long been used to it."

Her voice was not loud: "No matter what, it's good to be alive."

Having said that, but still... At this moment, Ge Yun leaned over and rummaged through the bundle at the foot of the bed for a while, and took out a gold ring.

"Two immortal elders, you have saved my sister's life," she said timidly, but still came over, "It's a pity that I don't have anything to repay you, this is the dowry when we get married..."

"No need!" Yi Lian really blurted out, and took a big step back, "No, we don't need this, you don't need it!"

He was so stunned that he couldn't speak well, so Ren Wudao spoke for him: "We have taken your wish, but we don't need it, you just keep it for yourself."

Ge Yun didn't dare to go against their wishes, so he withdrew his hand timidly, standing where he was uneasy.

She had never been with the monks before, and she was afraid that if she was careless, she would offend them.

Yi Lian really didn't want to stay here any longer, he couldn't help these two old people, every time he looked at them, he was torturing himself.

"Let's help them fix the house," he said to Ren Wudao, "and leave them some food and medicine. The little pancakes we bought before are all left to them. I don't have anything to do if I don't eat them."

They took out all the food and left it to Ge Zhen and Ge Yun, helped them repair the house, left some necessities for life, and left in a hurry.

Yi Lian, who was about to suffocate in the oppressive atmosphere, finally breathed a sigh of relief, even the devastated streets were no longer an eyesore to him.

It's just that he still can't let go of his heart. There is not much stuff in the palm of the hand, and it may only be enough for them to eat for a few days.

Ren Wudao glanced at him without a trace: "You don't have to worry too much, the two of them can support each other, and they have lived in such an environment for decades, there will be no problem."

Yi Lian sighed sullenly: "I know."

"I'm just sick," he said. "It'll be fine in a minute."

Ren Wudao smiled shallowly, and simply found a place to sit down with Yi Lianzhen, waiting for him to recover.

"There are too many people like them in this world. We can't help them one by one, and we can't help them. It's all about treating the symptoms and not the root cause." After a long while, Yi Lian sighed, "Besides, we can't figure out what is happening now. what is going on……"

"Didn't Aunt Ge say that there are monks stationed in the city?" Yi Lian turned her head and said, "They must know something, go find them and ask?"

Ren Wudao nodded: "Okay."

"But the problem is that we don't know where the stationed monks are..." Yi Lian really thought about it and asked, "Can you sweep out your spiritual sense?"

"Don't be so troublesome." Ren Wudao said easily.

Yi Lianzhen: "Huh?"

"When I was with you just now, a monk passed by here." Ren Wudao raised his chin towards the distance, "I didn't let him find us at that time, now it's time to ask."

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