The eight-edged armor-piercing spear was entwined with a faint trace of pure green flames. Han Zhongli's heart trembled. He put his palms together and pulled the mighty force of heaven and earth to clamp the armor-piercing spear tightly. He was so close that he could see clearly. The green flame was swaying unsteadily, and it remained in a stalemate for several breaths. Seeing the great power as if it were nothing, it shot towards the center of his eyebrows like an arrow. Han Zhongli let out a loud cry, let go of his hands and rolled around like a lazy donkey. He landed on the ground eighteen times. Somersault, avoid it for fear of not being able to catch it.
The world was turbulent and twisted. The Tibetan soldiers crossed the one-horned black smoke and broke through the void. They caught the eight-sided armor-piercing spear with one hand. Although they were alone, they had the momentum of thousands of troops.
Han Zhongli turned over and climbed up, patted the dust on his body, and suddenly saw a dark area in the direction of Fengping Valley, with smoke and dust everywhere, the ice field was shaking, and the army was sweeping in. He thought a lot and spread his hands towards the Tibetan soldiers, indicating that he had no intention of fighting. Since he wanted to intervene, he should give in for now. The three generals of Uighur, Huishui and Nixiang saw that each other was strong and did not want to create any conflicts. They immediately turned around and followed Han Zhongli away from Juechen. They were all a little confused in their hearts. They didn't know why the general of Zangbing Town wanted to interfere with each other. , save the demon.
Zang Bing stood down from a high position and looked at Zhou Ji intently. He vaguely noticed something strange. The embarrassed demon in front of him seemed to be inextricably related to the master. He didn't bother to think about it. He stood alone and watched what happened. Zhou Ji glanced at him a few times and saw that the general was silent and showed his carriage and horses to wait for the rightful owner to deal with him. He knew that he couldn't escape this time. It would be a knife for him to extend his head and a knife for him to shrink his head. He simply stopped thinking. He stimulated the demonic energy to heal his wounds, and in no time, his legs recovered to 70% to 80%, and he no longer had to hold on to the five-color divine light sickle.
He turned his attention to the Iron Monkey who fell to the ground, and received a powerful blow from Han Zhongli, and another cruel blow from the Uighur General. It was pitiful, with broken bones and tendons, a broken brain, and a dying appearance. It's terrible to see, but fortunately it has been refined into a descendant of the Heavenly Demon, and its demon core is intact. It only needs to be filled with Heavenly Demon Qi, and it can be resurrected from the dead. Among the many relatives under his command, this Hericium has the best qualifications. It was not in vain that he put in all his efforts and the central witch came to help, and he finally succeeded.
After waiting for more than a hundred breaths, the vanguard of the army swept in. Ji Shengnan had seen the Tibetan soldiers suppressing the generals, and Hou stood there silently. Wu Zhao just casually held his hand in his hand, turned around half a circle around Zhou Ji, and clicked his tongue. Amazing. He was originally a foreign object from the outside world. He refined a drop of his own blood to stay in the world forever. His senses were keen and he had already smelled a strange aura. He glanced at the Tibetan Army Commander without saying anything, and secretly thought about the devil in his heart. What is the relationship with adults?
The vanguard surrounded him, making it airtight and difficult to fly. Zhou Ji secretly smiled bitterly, and simply sat cross-legged with the five-color divine light sickle on his legs. He closed his eyes and silently activated the demonic energy, moving along the meridians every time. After one cycle, the thickness is slightly thickened. Compared to directly refining the demon core, it is negligible, almost nothing. However, the mind is immersed in it, forgetting both things and myself, and is temporarily freed from worries.
He couldn't hear what was going on outside the window. After an unknown period of time, Zhou Ji felt a throbbing in his heart and suddenly woke up from his trance. His cervical spine creaked like a rusty iron door hinge. He raised his head with difficulty, only to see a pair of beautiful eyes. Looking at himself quietly, a figure sitting cross-legged and holding the five-color divine light sickle was reflected in his pupils. It's the witch Li An! That graceful figure and familiar face will never be erased from memory no matter how many reincarnations they experience. However, she looked at herself quietly, like looking at a stranger she had never met before, without any emotion, only cautious and curious.
Zhou Ji opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He sensed something was wrong. The woman in front of him was the witch Li An, but not the witch Li An he knew. There was confusion in his eyes, and his heart sank. , subconsciously raised his head, only to see a strange beast standing in the air with its feet on the miasma, carrying a man on its back. It was dark and tall, with rough and powerful features. It was his destined enemy, the nightmare he tried his best to escape from.
Wei Shiqi's eyes fell on Zhou Ji. His eyes were gleaming. His left eye had a red pupil, the Ten Evil Life Stars were full of blood, and his right eye had a silver pupil. Algol and three combined stars were one main and two companions. With a thought, he could He grinds it into powder. For some people, one look at you will kill you! Despair flooded his body and mind like a tide. Only then did Zhou Ji realize that the gap between himself and Wei Shiqi was so huge. He looked up high, drilled down hard, looked ahead, but suddenly he was behind, and it was beyond his reach.
One thought is life, one thought is death, one thought is prosperity, one thought is death. Zhou Ji suddenly spread his hands, large and small magic cores fell from between his fingers, and said incoherently: "This is Zhenren Ge Yang, you know, the master of Wugou Cave, now Ge Penglai...this is Song Gu Master, the master of Kunwu Cave, this is Master Changxi...this is Master Juyan, whom you also know, Shenbing Cave...this is Huang Sihai, this is Ji Chenao, and Li Jinze, Lu Yiwei, Zeng Ping Mo, Chen Dulu, Jia Rongzhang...the core disciples of Xianyue Sanxing Cave...this is Yan Qingyang, Yin Baizang, and Wen Sanqing, the subordinates I have conquered...and Du Qianjie, Yang Gang, Yang Long ...Wen Xun, Wen Duo, and Ban Que, they are from the Guangwen sect and come from Suihan Continent of Jiehai... By the way, there are also Iron Monkey Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, Sun Walker, Monkey King, Sun Monkey...Thunder Face , flaming eyes, golden eyes, wishful thinking golden cudgel... It is also my dependent, obeys my instructions, and will never leave... It is not dead, but can still live..."
He stretched out his hand and a ray of demonic energy rolled up Iron Monkey's broken body, and a dark and hard demonic core jumped out. With great joy, the demonic energy was swept away and sank into the Dantian again. Iron Monkey's broken head " There was a "gurgle" sound, and the white bones gave birth to flesh. In a blink of an eye, he came back to life and jumped to Zhou Ji's side, scratching his ears and cheeks, not recognizing Wei Shiqi at all.
Zhou Jiqiang smiled and said: "This monkey head has no stick, no stick... the stick was taken away by the general..." His voice became lower and lower, and his face became more and more ugly. The love of the past has passed. With his affection and these chips, can he be moved? Can you persuade him to be noble and leave yourself a way to survive?
The army of monsters stood in silence, and there was silence everywhere. The only sound was the whimpering of the wind. Wei Shiqi looked at Zhou Ji quietly, looking at the other self, the past self, the weak self, the incompetent self, the escaping self. His heart was as still as water, without any nostalgia, and he said in a deep voice: "Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today."
Zhou Jiru was struck by lightning and sat motionless. His soul disappeared into ashes under Wei Shiqi's gaze, and the demon's body subsequently disintegrated. The five-color divine light sickle wailed and turned into a puff of dust, slowly dissipating. Now that the owner of the family has been annihilated, the family members cannot escape. The demon cores are shattered one by one, and the demonic energy comes out in a thick cloud. She is panicked and has no one to rely on. The witch Li An sighs slightly, reaches out her hand, and collects the demonic energy in one place. , included in the map of Tianmo Palace.
Wei Shiqi flicked his sleeves, and the traces left by Zhou Ji disappeared. From this moment on, the "I" in the southern city and the reinforced concrete forest was dead. The one who survived was Laoyaling Kutenggou, a carnivorous man. of Orion. All his memories start there and end here.
