"Is it really... wrong?"
Maitreya seemed to be murmuring, his eyes were a little painful, and he seemed to be caught in some kind of struggle.
But soon, he took a deep breath and became determined again.
"I, Maitreya, have no regrets when I make a move!"
"Zhang Ziliang, no matter what, I can't survive today!"
He whispered in the ears of the three old monks: "But don't rush to take action. Emperor Changsheng is more passive than us. He doesn't have the confidence to drag on. Let him test it first."
The three old monks nodded slightly, their expressions a bit ugly.
Although the injury was not serious, at the moment their heart burst, they all had a premonition that their way forward... was cut off.
In other words, their strength will not increase any more in this life.
And those who brought about this kind of consequences were just mere mortals.
Zhang Ziliang squinted his eyes slightly, as if feeling the warmth of this ray of sunshine. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes: "I see, I understand."
"Perhaps, if I don't die today, I will be invincible in the world within three years."
"Too bad... there's no time."
There was no regret in Zhang Ziliang's voice, but he once again focused his attention on the Immortal Emperor: "I have seen the sentencing of ants... Now, let me show you the power of ants..."
"Finally...relief."
At this moment, Zhang Ziliang's voice finally contained some inexplicable emotions, as if the mountain he was carrying was quietly collapsing.
Joy and relaxation from the soul.
Zhao Hai stood silently behind Zhang Ziliang, staring at the man's back calmly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Perhaps, my own wisdom is stronger than his.
Maybe I am calmer than him.
But...at least at this moment, he admitted that he had failed.
After all, it's still not as good as it is.
The next period of time will be the last glory in this man's life.
Now, it's his home court.
He...is the unique protagonist in the scene.
In fact, Zhao Hai subconsciously believed that Zhang Ziliang could really kill the Emperor of Immortality. There was no reason for this trust, it was just pure intuition.
"He has been the head of Tianzhu for three years..."
"It's still not as comfortable as Zhang Ziliang from the human race."
Zhang Ziliang sighed a little.
Take one step.
Almost instantly, his gray hair returned to black, the wrinkles on his face faded, and even his stooped waist returned to straightness.
No more old age.
The extra person in the field is the bohemian and handsome young man.
The expression of the Emperor Changsheng changed slightly, and he dragged the girl, his figure quickly retreated, and would disappear into the horizon in the next second.
He felt a fatal threat from Zhang Ziliang!
This feeling has not appeared for many years, but this time, it appeared in a mortal.
Even if he thought it was unbelievable, he still chose to respect his heart.
The so-called dignity is not more important than your own life. Caution can never go wrong.
"Old guy, stop him!"
Zhang Ziliang suddenly let out a loud roar.
In the distance, a figure suddenly appeared, with a volume of ancient books floating above his head.
Li Xinghe didn't know when he had appeared on the way to the Emperor Changsheng's departure, but at this time, his expression was more serious than ever before.
"You can really find a job for me!"
"Can this be stopped?"
Li Xinghe gritted his teeth and cursed, then bit the tip of his tongue hard and spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the ancient book in front of him.
"The old man has a painted ground as a prison; it is impenetrable!"
Along with the violent shouting, the ancient book was quickly flipped through, emitting a stream of cyan light, covering the entire radius.
Also included is the Eternal Emperor who is escaping.
Maitreya's expression changed slightly: "Can you run away?"
"Ten seconds!"
The old monk Sanming carefully felt the energy of the surrounding enchantment and made an instant judgment.
Maitreya breathed a long sigh of relief and didn't know what he was thinking: "Continue to retreat, retreat to the edge of the barrier!"
The Lingshan crowd retreated again.
The Immortal Emperor obviously felt this barrier as well, and sneered: "How dare you trap me with your little skills?"
"Scholar, I have killed too many!"
"Give it to me... break it!"
A spear appeared again in the hand of the Immortal Emperor. He concentrated all his energy on the tip of the spear and stabbed forward with all his strength.
"Good guy, so fierce!"
Li Xinghe felt the unparalleled vigor and gritted his teeth: "I am silent, my strange power is confusing!"
His hands slammed against the blue barrier, and in an instant the barrier thickened again, touching the spear.
The barrier was full of cracks, but it was finally blocked.
Li Xinghe's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again and flew backwards.
You can be proud of yourself by blocking a blow from Liuyu.
"The clown!"
The Immortal Emperor gathered energy again and rushed towards the barrier.
For some reason, his heart palpitations became more severe, which made him panic.
Li Xinghe gritted his teeth, stood firm in mid-air, and violently pulled the ancient book down in mid-air, holding it in his hands. The blue light spread all over his body, clearly reflecting every blood vessel on his body.
"Teacher, help me!"
Along with the roar, a sigh suddenly sounded in the sky. The next second, the ancient book in Li Xinghe's hand began to turn quickly. Green light kept emerging, and finally turned into a blue shadow, floating behind Li Xinghe. His whole person exuded elegance. Confucianism.
Seemingly blessed by power, Li Xinghe, the figure behind him, stretched out his right hand to strengthen the barrier again.
"How long will it take this time?"
Miroku asked again.
"One minute..."
The three old monks were silent for a moment before giving their answer.
"One minute...The Immortal Emperor is about to fall."
Maitreya suddenly sighed and said. The three old monks were a little puzzled, but Maitreya obviously had no interest in explaining, and instead focused on Zhang Ziliang on the ground.
"Today, my senior brother killed this great god like you!"
Li Xinghe glanced at the barrier, then at Zhang Ziliang, and then smiled bitterly. His body flew backwards heavily and hit the ground. Blood continued to overflow from the surface of his body, almost turning him into a bloody man.
And his breathing gradually became weaker.
Zhang Ziliang has completely returned to his youthful appearance at this time, with a slight smile on his lips. It seems that suddenly, he is still the young man who was ignorant of the world in the quiet village and has never changed.
The young man's sword is not properly worn, and he is already in the world when he goes out.
After a thousand sails, he returns...still a young man.
"Gentlemen..."
"Listen to the dragon's roar..."
Zhang Ziliang's voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
(I received my certificate today, so it took me a while to update. Then today’s two chapters, and the plots of the next two chapters, I also need to think carefully about the plots. I don’t want to write too hastily. I hope you understand...)
