Although the giant dragon had faded a lot after killing the Immortal Emperor, it did still have some strength left.
Can...
He did not kill the three old monks.
The remaining energy rushed into the group of Bodhisattvas and exploded, causing countless deaths and injuries.
The three old monks had also rushed to Maitreya.
Dog bites dog, the gain is obviously the greatest.
In order to save the girl, Maitreya trapped himself in crisis.
"What a sinister guy!"
Maitreya couldn't help but curse, then took out a small razor and penetrated into the crack in space.
The three old monks obviously had no intention of giving up and chased after him without hesitation.
The eyes of the remaining Bodhisattvas and Arhats were filled with fear. They looked at each other speechlessly and fled in embarrassment. Even the ghosts surrounding Shangjing City were frightened and fled into the wasteland.
For a time, the crisis-ridden city of Shangjing became calm with Zhang Ziliang's sword.
"Handsome."
Zhang Ziliang floated in the air, grinned and said suddenly to Zhao Hai, then slowly fell down.
...
Zhao Hai was a little silent.
He also thought that if the day came for Zhang Ziliang to take action, it would be terrible.
but...
He could not have imagined that it would be so terrifying.
If Zhang Ziliang can really maintain this level, he may not be unable to fight the Buddha, the 'King'.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ziliang paid for this sword with his own life.
At this time, Zhang Ziliang once again returned to his waning appearance. He was even older than before, with a stooped waist and a head full of white hair.
After losing his energy, Zhang Ziliang didn't even have the strength to speak again.
That's it...
Zhang Ziliang turned his back to Shangjing and the city he had guarded for three years, as if he wanted to turn around and take another look.
But I don’t know what he thought at this moment, and finally gave up the idea.
His breathing gradually became weaker, and even his pupils became a little dilated.
Zhao Hai stood beside Zhang Ziliang silently without disturbing him.
The ray of light in the sky finally dissipated.
This world has returned to darkness again.
one cent...
Two points...
The surroundings were eerily quiet until Zhang Ziliang's breathing stopped completely.
"From now on... there will be no more Zhang Ziliang in the world."
Zhao Hai's voice was a little hoarse, with regret and regret.
Even at the last second of his life, Zhang Ziliang still gave him a vivid moment.
Ants! Even if you are just an ant in other people's mouth, you may not be unable to go against the will.
Looking at Zhang Ziliang's vicissitudes of life, Zhao Hai moved forward silently, and finally took out an emerald green, crystal clear leaf from his arms and put it in Zhang Ziliang's mouth.
"Resurrection from the dead, I can't do that."
"Keeping your body immortal is the limit of what I can do."
Zhao Hai stood with his hands behind his back and raised his head to look at the sky. That was the direction of the projection of Heaven and Lingshan.
Have you...been brainwashed?
Maybe.
Why do I always feel that these two major forces are a bit disgusting.
…
A middle-aged man wearing a scholar's shirt and holding a volume of ancient books in his hands, who did not forget to watch even when he was walking, suddenly appeared from the wasteland in the distance. Even a glance made people feel filled with tranquility.
Bookish.
student.
Zhao Hai looked at the middle-aged man with a solemn expression. Although the Confucian scholar did not emit any energy fluctuations, it gave Zhao Hai a terrifying sense of depression.
"well."
With a sigh, the Confucian scholar put down the ancient book in his hand and looked at Zhang Ziliang's body, his eyes filled with the pain and helplessness of an elder looking at his own child.
"You've made it this far after all."
"I taught you swordsmanship back then. Was it right or wrong?"
"Even if it means death, you don't want to fall?"
"What are you worried about?"
The Confucian scholar's crystal clear and slender hands gently touched Zhang Ziliang's head.
The next second, Zhang Ziliang's body suddenly fell down.
"So you were waiting for me."
"You have lived too hard these years, kid."
"Have a rest."
With that said, the Confucian scholar sat next to Zhang Ziliang's body and carefully arranged his appearance.
Not far away, a bloody corpse suddenly turned over, got up from the ground, and trotted to the Confucian scholar: "Teacher, is there really no way to save him?"
"Life is over."
"heartbroken."
"How can we live without worries?"
"Besides, he has been tired for too long and it's time for him to rest."
As he said that, the Confucian scholar glanced at Li Xinghe beside him: "You are getting old too..."
After hearing the Confucian scholar's words, Li Xinghe's eyes suddenly turned red, like a child studying in a private school, and a drop of tear fell down.
"But... Tianzhu has no more cards to play."
Li Xinghe glanced at Zhang Ziliang, who was lying on the ground and completely lifeless: "It's good for you, you died quickly. What should I do!"
As he spoke, he punched Zhang Ziliang on the shoulder.
pity...
Zhang Ziliang will no longer jump up to fight back at him.
"Coming out to see Ziliang for the last time is all I can do."
"The human race will not fall."
"As long as the fire in our hearts is not extinguished, the human race will last forever."
The Confucian scholar glanced at Zhang Ziliang again, sighed, shook his head, and stood up: "Let Ziliang have a good rest."
Even the mood to read ancient books was gone. The Confucian scholar just put his hands behind his back and walked away gradually.
Li Xinghe fell next to Zhang Ziliang, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Time seems to go back, everything is back to that summer.
Two children were playing and having fun by the stream.
"In the future, I will become a great painter!"
"Paint all the mountains and rivers in the world!"
One of the children was full of pride, looking at the clouds rolling and relaxing on the horizon, and said with a serious expression.
pity...
This dream will never come true.
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
Li Xinghe seemed to be getting older at this moment, silently carrying Zhang Ziliang's body and walking towards the capital step by step.
Zhao Hai stood there and watched the scene in front of him in silence. He also did not speak, but followed Li Xinghe.
From beginning to end, the two of them never exchanged a word.
…
gate of hell.
Wang Ye's body was already covered with scars at this time. At his feet, a star king's eyes were full of unwillingness and he lost his breath.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's expression changed and his heart hurt violently.
As if sensing something, his eyes suddenly looked towards the capital.
"Old fox!"
"You still owe me a bunch of things!"
"Why don't you leave yourself a way out!!!"
For a moment, Wang Ye's eyes turned red, and even he didn't know why he had such emotions.
Speaking of which...
This was the first time that he... fought for someone else.
But everything seemed so natural.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye suppressed the fire in his heart, clenched the ghost knife in his hand again, and walked forward again regardless of his injuries.
distance...
He is a star king.
