"Look, I only have one sword."
Zhao Hai's eyes fell on Wang Ye, with some inexplicable charm in his eyes.
"After all, I still can't say Zhang Ziliang's passionate words."
"For the first time, I regretted that my emotional intelligence was too low."
Zhao Hai suddenly felt a little annoyed.
I held it in for a long time...
In the end, only two words were uttered.
"sword..."
"fall."
The dark clouds in the sky suddenly split into two halves, as if the entire sky had been cut with a sword.
Mountains and rivers surge.
This sword seemed to be much less powerful than Zhang Ziliang's, but Wang Zu's expression became more solemn.
Suddenly, Wang took a step forward and stood in front of Zu.
Then the energy surged...
A sword mark appeared on the king's chest, which penetrated his body and even completely shattered his internal organs.
Zhao Hai's figure has aged rapidly...
Look at Wang Ye.
Zhao Hai thought carefully for a long time and finally said: "How handsome..."
Still learning from Zhang Ziliang.
It's just a bit nondescript.
Zhao Hai's emotional intelligence is still so bad.
Even this sword cut was a bit impatient.
There was no shocking scene, nothing that shocked the whole world. What was there was just the hideous wound on the king's body.
Just like Zhao Hai himself.
Decisive and no nonsense.
Since you want to draw your sword, draw your sword decisively.
After beheading, call it a day.
"The rest is up to you..."
Zhao Hai's voice was a little hoarse. He took one last look at Wang Ye's figure and slowly closed his eyes.
Almost at the same time, Wang Ye, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, suddenly rushed towards Wang Zu's direction, and the ghost sword in his hand slashed through the void.
Lines emerge one after another, but they are extremely tough.
The knife fell, no injuries.
But Wang Ye seemed to have known the outcome for a long time, expressionless, and continued to rush towards Wang Zu.
At this time, Wang's body, which was originally seriously injured, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's just that there's a lot of blood in it.
The smile on Zu's face gradually faded, and his eyes darkened.
"It's really..."
"Looking for death."
As the voice fell, the king's body became limp like flesh, and within a moment, he integrated into Zu's body.
And Zu's aura suddenly surged, reaching a certain peak.
At this moment, it seemed that everything was explained.
The so-called king and ancestor are actually one person from the beginning.
It's just divided into two, one person builds the heaven, and the other creates the spiritual mountain.
If there is a foreign enemy, make an alliance.
No foreign enemies, civil war.
The number of masters who control the world are also silently producing Qi and blood for the king and ancestors.
Including the fourth...
All his life he thought that he was Wang's hearth, but it turned out to be just a background for Wang to create a new identity for himself.
Let everyone guess that they, like Buddha, need similar things.
But later, Xiaosi split and turned into a girl.
That extremely stupid command made the king even more satisfied. With the existence of the girl, Heaven would have no advantage, more people would die, and the blood would be more abundant.
Therefore, the status of girls in heaven is getting higher and higher, which is unshakable.
There were obviously all kinds of stupid decisions, but the king turned a blind eye.
This is also why Wang helped Zu catch the burning lamp and help him suppress the Six Tathagatas.
The two of them were obviously the most powerful beings in the world, but they had never been hostile to each other.
But it’s also even more chilling.
What kind of shocking person can split himself into two parts and still cultivate to the legendary realm separately? After fusion, they can reach the pinnacle of the legendary realm.
This may be the reason why he was confident and allowed Wang Ye to reach the legendary realm.
"hehe..."
"Originally, they were going to be combined."
"You... are my last tonic."
Zu looked at Wang Ye and spoke calmly.
"This world, the first two thousand years, the next two thousand years, and even forever, will be under my control."
"In my eyes, you are just a passing fish in the long river of time."
"Even if you occasionally splash a wave, you must return to the river."
"Sometimes I'm also curious, isn't your so-called "for humanity, for the light" slogan ridiculous?"
"He's just a slave I kept in captivity, and he actually wants to resist his master."
"The human race, as long as I want, the human race can be destroyed at any time."
"Do you know what you call the human race in my eyes?"
"food!"
"Give me energy, blood, and food for promotion."
"I tell you, thousands of years from now, there will still be heavens and spiritual mountains in this world, and there will still be countless human beings who will become high-altitude gods, die in battle, and replace themselves with a new batch of gods."
"And these people are all transformed by your human race!"
"But they drank the blood of humans and were slaughtered by me in the end!"
"this!"
"It is the eternal destiny of the human race and the only meaning of their existence."
At this moment, Zu finally showed his fangs.
Stop laughing.
His eyes were filled with a disregard for this world and a desire for strength.
Licking his lips.
"so..."
"Come on, let me, this carp, take the last leap in your life."
"Eventually it merges into the river and is completely submerged!"
At this time, Zu looked at Wang Ye with naked greed in his eyes.
this...
This is the source of his strength improvement.
"When a carp leaps into the river, who says it is destined to return to the bottom of the sea."
"just in case..."
"Are you crossing the dragon gate?"
Wang Ye said softly, his eyes falling on the ground, Zhao Hai's body...
"I understand this sword."
"But, I don't want to continue the path Zhang Ziliang and you have planned for me..."
In fact, Wang Ye understood it when Zhao Hai made that sword move.
Zhao Hai never thought that his sword could kill the king or the ancestor.
If one of them could be seriously injured, that would be the limit.
The fundamental meaning of this sword is to convey a message.
Information about Zhang Ziliang.
Perhaps, even Zhang Ziliang himself couldn't bear to say it, so he could only go through Zhao Hai.
As expected, Zhao Hai also has Zhang Ziliang's letter.
"Do I have to be reborn as a mortal?"
"but..."
"I think the human race must leave something behind."
"Or, even you don't trust me, you are afraid that I will one day become the new king, ancestor..."
Wang Ye was a little disappointed and took a deep breath.
"I don't have a sword."
"Only one knife."
"The sword falls. If you are not dead, I will be defeated."
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye flew upwards, getting higher and higher, until finally he could only see a faint black spot.
Zu still had a faint smile on his face.
But after all, there was still some caution in his eyes, wanting to see what shocking moves this little guy, who had survived with his own acquiescence, could do.
