"I am the heaven..."
The moment Lord Xing saw Wang Ye, his expression changed and he spoke.
The murderous aura on Wang Ye's body was too obvious.
Definitely an enemy rather than a friend.
"Oh my God!"
Wang Ye yelled violently, without any skills at all, and just charged straight at him with the ghost knife.
Don't hide, don't avoid.
The attacks on his body seemed to feel no pain, and they were completely life-threatening attacks.
When the Star Lord became a corpse, Wang Ye's body was also full of scars, and blood kept flowing along the body and onto the ground.
But there was no emotion in Wang Ye's eyes. He just wrote the number '16' on the ground and turned around to leave.
The path he walked left a bloody footprint.
Even Wang Ye himself didn't know what kind of emotion he was feeling at this time, but... he always felt a little blocked.
Only blood might be able to wash away the anxiety in his heart.
…
Day group.
At this time, the terrifying energy fluctuations near Shangjing City had gradually subsided, and the ghosts around them swarmed in again under the stimulation of blood energy.
A member of the Mingtian Group's superpowers used their flesh and blood to form a line of defense to resist the impact of ghosts.
After Zhang Ziliang died, these ghosts seemed to have gained the courage...
Within three days, no one in Heaven or Lingshan was ready to take action again. It was obvious that this time, their vitality was severely damaged.
Especially for Heaven, it can even be described as the entire army being annihilated.
However, according to what Emperor Changsheng said before his death, it is estimated that the second echelon of people will soon arrive.
The situation facing the Tian group is still very tense.
…
At this time, Maitreya's body was covered with scars and he looked extremely miserable, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Before Zhang Ziliang died, he also tricked him.
The three old monks had all turned into corpses and fell quietly to the ground.
Not far from Maitreya, there was the old monk from Xiaoan Temple. His body was filled with evil aura. He leaned over the three corpses greedily and kept sucking their flesh and blood.
If he hadn't gone to Xiao'an Temple in advance to contact this person, he would probably have become a corpse at this time.
What a good plan!
Don't kill the Buddha, kill the Bodhisattva.
Based on what he said to Zhang Ziliang at that time, there will definitely be a battle with these three Buddhas. No matter who dies, Zhang Ziliang will not lose.
"I go first."
Maitreya glanced at the old monk and said, then turned and left without hesitation.
The old monk just raised his head coldly, glanced at Maitreya's back, sneered, and buried his head in the corpse again. The sound of chewing could be heard from time to time.
…
"well."
"Is it my turn?"
"It's a pity that the end of my life will not be as bright as yours."
Zhao Hai was sitting next to Zhang Ziliang's coffin, smiling somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Next to Zhang Ziliang, there was an empty coffin.
This is what Zhao Hai prepared for himself.
And different from Zhang Ziliang's simplicity, the coffin Zhao Hai prepared for himself was inlaid with golden stripes and was made of pure gold.
It looks very luxurious.
"I think my family is relatively rich."
"I can't compare to you in life, but my coffin will be more comfortable than yours after death."
With that said, Zhao Hai took a serious look at Zhang Ziliang's face again, stood up slowly, walked to his own coffin, fell down, and closed his eyes.
Breathing... gradually stopped.
Zhao Hai's body functions gradually declined, and finally he lost his breath completely.
The room fell into silence.
About an hour passed.
Zhao Hai opened his eyes silently again, without any emotion in his eyes: "Is this what death feels like?"
He sat up from the coffin again and murmured to himself.
It seemed that Zhao Hai did not show any surprise that he was not dead, but calmly stood up from the coffin.
"You are very smart. When I came to Tianzhu, I did have many other ideas and purposes."
"What disgusts me is that you have been brainwashing me during this period of time."
"But... I don't know why, but slowly, I no longer resist this kind of spiritual indoctrination, but feel very comfortable."
"I have to admit...you succeeded in brainwashing me."
"You fell in the coffin and went to rest happily, but you asked me to take your place. Why!"
"It's still the kind that doesn't pay wages."
"You're so damn...there's no room for reasoning."
With that said, Zhao Hai slowly and carefully took Zhang Ziliang out of the coffin and placed him in his own coffin.
"I also brought a coffin with me."
"What a big loss."
At the beginning, he believed that Zhang Ziliang wanted to take him with him.
But as time went by, Zhang Ziliang kept instilling some theories into himself. From that time on, Zhao Hai already understood that the so-called poison was fake.
Zhang Ziliang didn't really want to kill himself, at least not for the time being.
Otherwise there is no need to waste those breaths.
Until the moment Zhang Ziliang died completely, the fire in his heart was extinguished, but Zhao Hai felt... a trace of fire rising slowly from his heart.
perhaps.
This is what is called passing on the fire from generation to generation.
However, after all, we still have to go through the formalities. No matter what the past self was or what the purpose of coming to Tianzhu was, it has passed.
Li Changgeng of the Heavenly Court had already died at that moment.
Now he is Tianzhu Zhao Hai.
"Old friend, have a good rest."
Zhao Hai slowly closed the coffin board, patted it gently, and walked out the door with a sigh.
At this time, a ghostly aura filled the air.
Yang Chen's figure suddenly appeared in the room, blocking Zhao Hai's way.
Zhao Hai paused and looked at Yang Chen silently, somewhat puzzled.
Yang Chen stiffly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai's figure instantly froze on the spot.
At this moment, he even had the idea of turning around and opening Zhang Ziliang's coffin.
This old thing!
The poison is real!
If I had just behaved my own way, or was pretending to be cool, or said something else, I would probably...
The poison's outbreak period should not be today. If the guess is correct, Zhang Ziliang's caution will never leave him too much time. It is very reasonable for it to explode tomorrow.
Thank you for showing your true feelings just now!
Zhao Hai couldn't help but glance at Zhang Ziliang's coffin, took the porcelain bottle handed over by Yang Chen, took out a pill, and swallowed it.
There is no change in the body...
Yang Chen looked at Zhao Hai seriously for a long time, took out a piece of paper and showed it in front of Zhao Hai.
There is a row of words written on it.
It's Zhang Ziliang's handwriting.
Zhao Hai is very sure.
"Actually... this bottle is the poison. Work hard and I will give you the antidote when you are satisfied."
...
Looking at the note, Zhao Hai froze in place.
