"Lao Yin Bi!!!"
The middle-aged man in golden armor almost gritted his teeth and said!
This old fox deliberately made the blocked area smaller before, making people mistakenly think it was the ultimate distance!
If he acts weak again, he will appear as if he will die at any time, creating an illusion and eventually attracting more people!
If he blew himself up now...
I can’t imagine the consequences!
At least half of the high-end combat power of the Buddha Kingdom was directly sacrificed!
Qingfeng Village is not much better!
And the key point of the problem is that whether it is the Buddhist Kingdom or the Qingfeng Village, their cultivation methods start from a young age and proceed step by step. Although the progress is slow, at least there are no side effects!
It can be said that if Tianzhu wants to raise a group of pseudo-Five Awareness, they can do it very quickly, even in less than a week, by sacrificing a huge population base.
But the Buddhist country...
It is accumulated over time, and every time one dies, it is enough to cause heartache!
If Li Xinghe is really desperate to blow himself up right now...
shudder!
For a moment, everyone present figured out the key to the problem and focused their attention on Li Xinghe.
Li Xinghe seemed a little shy: "Oh, I feel so embarrassed when so many people look at me."
"I didn't expect that no one would take me seriously after living for so many years."
"I'm going to die on this day, but I'm being taken seriously. Do you think it's strange or not?"
As he said this, Li Xinghe's face turned a little pale, making it impossible to tell the truth. No one knew how true or false this old guy was.
Including Zhang Ziliang, everyone can only watch Li Xinghe's performance at this time.
This seemingly ordinary old man is too low-key and doesn't speak much in the Tian group. Everyone knows that he is very strong, but to what extent...
have no idea!
At this time, the tombkeeper carrying the candle lamp, not knowing what he was thinking, returned to Li Xinghe silently, and the candle lamp in his hand regained some light.
Li Xinghe turned his head with some difficulty and glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid that I will blow myself up?"
"It almost makes me wonder whether cooperating with your underworld is the right decision."
Li Xinghe coughed twice and said the word "underworld" in an understatement!
This is a name that Wang Ye has never heard of until now.
The tombkeeper gave Li Xinghe a stiff look, noncommittal.
"It's almost time."
Li Xinghe looked at his watch and breathed a sigh of relief: "I haven't lost my old face yet."
"Should..."
"Activity is active."
While talking, Li Xinghe stood up from the rocking chair and took a step forward!
The chaotic energy in the body became stable at this moment.
Step two!
The energy overflowed and doubled.
third step!
The figure in green clothes appeared behind him again, much more solid, as if he were a real person, even his face was clearly visible! Although he looks ordinary, he has an inexplicable temperament.
the fourth step!
Li Xinghe's shriveled skin cracked and fell to the ground, revealing brand new, pink and tender skin!
the fifth step!
Li Xinghe has returned from a decrepit old man to a middle-aged appearance. The white hair on his head has turned black again. He looks much younger than Zhang Ziliang!
Step Six!
The figure in the green shirt was directly integrated into his body. At this moment, it was as if the two merged. He was the green shirt, and the green shirt was him!
Six steps out.
He became the most dazzling presence on the field.
The majestic energy shook the space continuously. The first batch of monks and elders who came at the beginning vomited blood and collapsed on the ground.
Cracks continue to appear in the flesh.
Even those experts have changed their expressions!
This strength has even exceeded that of the middle-aged man on the throne!
Tianzhu, when did it become so terrifying!
…
Go to Beijing.
Zhang Ziliang's expression was a little dull.
He kept mumbling in his mouth.
"Old bastard."
"Old bastard!"
"Old Yinbi!"
"You can hide better than me. Tell me earlier that you have this strength, and I will change my plan!"
"What the hell...what the hell..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
While cursing, Zhang Ziliang suddenly laughed, his laughter a little crazy, and a tear slipped from the corner of his wrinkled eyes.
For a moment, his vicissitudes of life straightened up a little.
"Now..."
"I'm really sure, I'm planning on the heavens..."
Along with muttering to himself, Zhang Ziliang directly threw away the brush and drawing board in his hand, turned around and left the rooftop in a hurry, returned to his conference room, and pressed a button somewhere on the desk.
A secret door appears.
Zhang Ziliang walked in.
In the dark room, an electric lamp gave off a faint light.
The entire wall was covered with densely packed papers with a lot of messy words written on them.
Hell?
Buddhist country?
Tianting (cross out) Ting (cross out) court?
road?
Intricate lines connect all these names.
But the strange thing is...
It seems that many key places in these papers are blank without any text.
The next second...
Zhang Ziliang took off his coat, exposing the skin of his upper body.
A personal name was written on his skin as if carved with a knife.
And these names, if compared with the paper, form a complete content.
Bloody information!
However, Zhang Ziliang obviously didn't care about the scars carved by his own hands. Instead, he thought quickly, picked up a pen, wrote something on the wall from time to time, and crossed out some things.
Eventually, he controlled the energy in his body and restored some scars.
Then he used a knife to fill in some things again.
After everything was completed, Zhang Ziliang breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up a pen, and wrote the words "Li Xinghe" hard in the center of the wallpaper!
When these three words were written, they seemed to connect all the strange threads and became an indispensable link.
"finally..."
"Thirty percent sure!"
Zhang Ziliang sighed softly, casually wiped the blood on his body, put on his coat again, and took a careful look at the wall to make sure nothing was missing before turning around and exiting the darkroom.
The secret door slowly turned and everything was restored.
Zhang Ziliang, on the other hand, sat in his office with a normal expression and got busy again.
He was not even in the mood to look at the battlefield again.
After all, the outcome is already decided, and it's not worth wasting any more time.
Instead of watching the excitement, it is better to use the limited time again.
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The author has something to say:
Half an hour early, no surprise!
