The cold sweat of the bean was flowing and flowing, but Zhou Sai didn't realize it, he only felt a chill rising from his back, which rushed to the back of his head in an instant, and his heart was even more cold to the extreme, an inexplicable cold breath lingered in his heart, reminding him of a legend;

If it weren't for the fact that he had read a lot of ancient books in order to search for the whereabouts of the flying zombies and learn the language of corpses, I am afraid that he would not really know what the word Cain means;

Zhou Sai, who had realized something, looked at Cain's distant back, and the ambition in his heart that had been derived from the success of the conspiracy turned into nothingness in an instant, and turned into caution, reminding him to be vigilant;

As if to relieve the tension, in the heart of terror, Zhou Sai whispered softly:

"Cain! I said how it sounded, there was some familiar feeling, could it really be him? The first hermit heavenly master to enter the world? If that's the case, it would be terrible!"

Then he shook his head, self-denied, and comforted himself:

"Not necessarily! There are more people with the same name and surname in the world! Maybe, it's just a coincidence! Uh-huh! That's it! It must be a coincidence!"

As soon as he looked up and looked at Cain, who was getting farther and farther away, Zhou Sai shouted dissatisfiedly:

"Don't go so fast! Do you know where I'm going to take you?"

......

Since Zhou Sai and Cain left together, Zhenlong, who was confused and desperate, did not know how long time had passed, maybe a moment, as if it was eternal, time, for the immortal zombies, had no meaning;

There is nothing more mourning than the death of the heart, but the heart of Zhenlong is not dead, with the corpse poison attacking the heart, his Dao heart is broken, and a demon seed that has long taken root begins to devour his soul in an instant, so as to grow stronger;

The middle-aged Taoist priest's roar before death, questioning, turned into a spell, haunting his ears, like an invisible and substantial demon fire from the Netherworld Purgatory, igniting his soul, burning his faith, dragging him, falling into the abyss of sin, sinking into the dark mire;

"Why? Why? As Heavenly Masters, we suppress demons and exorcise evil spirits, but in the end, we end up with a soul scattered! We don't even have a chance to be reincarnated! Why? You say! Why?"

"Why do you want me to kill myself, why do you want to kill me? What did I do wrong? I ended up in such a miserable end? You say, you say..."

The terrible roar, the hoarse voice, the heart-rending cry, the hysterical roar, seemed to torture the prisoner in chains, whipped his fragile soul, nibbled away at his almost hopeless goodness, destroyed a thousand shattered faiths;

Those who once placed all the spiritual beliefs, those who were once regarded by him as the residence of faith, the most sacred Sanqing Daozun, the sacred mission that is higher than life, once vowed to be willing to pay a lifetime for this great duty, representing the title of supreme glory: Heavenly Master!

All this, in the eyes of Zhenlong at this moment, is so ridiculous, so ridiculous, pathetic, and lamentable, like a self-righteous fool, like a frog at the bottom of a well, like a poor worm who doesn't know what to say, comforting himself in sorrow;

Everything that once supported him for most of his life, now between life and death, which is difficult to choose, seems so humble, so small, so insignificant, so fragile, so fragile to the point of vulnerability;

Vaguely, he seemed to deeply understand the feelings of the middle-aged Taoist priest who didn't want to die, thinking about himself, he used to hate him so deeply for his greed for life and fear of death, but now it was his turn, but he shamelessly hesitated;

Is one's own life nobler than others? Can one do it without sucking human blood? Do you really want to choose to live so shamelessly? Do you wait for other heavenly masters to destroy you?

He couldn't help but ask himself, and even felt that he was a little brazen, since he was poisoned by the corpse, he should cut himself off, and he shouldn't be delusional and stealing his life, maybe the moment he put on the robe of the Heavenly Master, such an ending would have been doomed!

He even thought wildly, in addition to the Heavenly Master who died in his life, how many Heavenly Masters were also like himself, caught in a dilemma, it was difficult to choose the desire for life and death, and how many finally chose to die for martyrdom?

How many Heavenly Masters, with one thought, survived and stole their lives, and were finally hunted down and killed by other Heavenly Masters?

Maybe it was their peers and brothers who ended their sinful lives for them, right? Or maybe they were their junior disciples!

Suddenly, Zhenlong's thoughts were forcibly interrupted by an external force, pulling his struggling thoughts back from the purgatory demon cave;

Those heavenly masters who came back to send them to death were all injured by Cain, except for the middle-aged Taoist priest who cut himself off and killed Zhenlong himself, the others have all turned into walking corpses and jumping corpses at this moment, and they with low intelligence have taken Zhenlong as food;

Zhenlong, who came to his senses, got up from the ground with difficulty, his limbs were stiff, and he was a little inconvenient to move, and he turned his head to look into the distance, he remembered the real dragon and evil sword, which should be in that position;

"Buzz!"

The True Dragon Evil Sword, as the treasure of the day after tomorrow, already has some faint spiritual intelligence, at this moment, it seems to feel the gaze of Zhenlong, and it makes a sword sound on its own, and it trembles uncontrollably on the grass;

At this moment, Zhenlong is temporarily surrounded by low-level zombies, and their heads keep wandering around Zhenlong's body, occasionally biting gently, which is to identify Zhenlong's identity through their sense of smell, because they have just become zombies, and the corpse qi on their bodies is too weak;

Zhenlong didn't seem to care about all this, but stared at the ground, the True Dragon Evil Sword that kept vibrating, slowly raised his right hand, the stiff palm, bent as much as possible, and wanted to do it, the palm of the hand was in a state of empty grip;

"Buzz!"

"Huh!"

"Whew!"

The shaking of the True Dragon Evil Sword became more and more intense, and the sound of the sword became louder and louder, and suddenly, the True Dragon Evil Sword flew up in the air, flying towards Zhenlong's palm autonomously, and the hilt of the sword took the initiative to drill, and Zhenlong's right hand was holding it weakly, just like a milk swallow returning to its nest;

At the moment when Zhenlong's palm barely held the True Dragon's Evil Sword, a realization, like a ray of sunshine, pierced the thick haze, like a clear spring, moistening the heart that had dried up for a long time, giving him an illusion that was suddenly like a dream;

"Ho! ho!"

He wanted to shout out a killing word, so as to improve his luck, this is his long-standing habit, but unfortunately, he failed to do so, he can't even speak corpse language now, a dull feeling, instantly overwhelmed him, making him completely crazy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ