Xingtian is an ancient god, and it will definitely not work by brute force, so he can only fight his brain and be opportunistic.

A big gamble is the only way to go.

Zhang He reluctantly retracted his thoughts, and said with a serious face, "Xingtian, stop it." ”

"Stop?" Xing Tian said like thunder, "Boy, what qualifications do you have to let the old man stop?" ”

Although Xingtian's words were full of disdain, they were also much weaker than before, yes, even though Zhang He had just entered the Dao realm, even though Zhang He had just comprehended the law of words, he was still just an ant, but it was also an indisputable fact.

&¥∧ No ¥ ∧ Error ¥ ∧ Small ¥ ∧ said, .qu ● led¤u.nbsp; Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, especially in the era when there were not many schemes in the Xingtian period.

The strong can crush a qiē in an open and honest manner; The weak are destined to be only crushed ants.

This is an eternal truth.

Zhang He is still just an ant, just an ant who has sensed the Dao Realm and learned a little fur from the Dao Realm, just an ant that is a little stronger than other ants.

In the face of the great god Xingtian, Zhang He can only feel powerless in addition to feeling powerless, but he must not let the god of Xingtian continue to kill so unscrupulously, otherwise, after this thing kills the small world, it will definitely continue to spread to the secular world, and at that time, who in this world can resist him?

Although Zhang He never felt that he should be like the president of the country and the Secretary-General of the United Nations, to seek benefits for the country, the people and the six billion compatriots around the world, in the face of cruel blood, when the safety of his relatives was about to be mortally threatened, Zhang He knew that it was time for him to stand up.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, the small world of the He family is over, will it be far from the accident in the secular world of China? Men don't need to be useful all the time, but when there is a real need, men must stand up.

This is the role of men, and the key is to take the key role at all times.

The only thing that can gamble, and the only chance he has to win, is only his own mind, although on the surface, Zhang He is still the ant, but Zhang He himself knows very well that after the despair just now, after the inexplicable, dream-like experience just now, his state of mind has quietly undergone amazing changes.

Maybe this is a strong rebound after despair, or maybe it is the influence of the dreamlike picture just now, Zhang He can clearly feel that his mind has become stronger than ever.

Pangu can use the power of human beings to split the heavens and the earth, why can't he rely on the power of the mayfly to shake the big tree of Xingtian? Of course, Zhang He also knows very well that the grasshopper can't shake the tree, but although the grasshopper is small, it can also leave a little trace on the tree, at least, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely be able to bite a small insect eye on the firm bark of the tree, isn't it?

At the moment, he is undoubtedly the tiny grasshopper, even if he tries his best, it can still only be a grasshopper that leaves a small insect eye on the bark, but his own grasshopper is also different from an ordinary grasshopper, because no matter what, Xingtian will not risk letting the co-worker accompany him to die and kill himself directly.

But the question is, although Xingtian won't really kill himself, he has a chance to fail? Obviously, no!

This is a gamble with no way back, this is a gamble that can only be won and cannot be defeated, and this is a shocking gamble that gambles on the lives of everyone in the small world, even the lives of six billion people in the world.

Zhang He never felt that he had the qualifications to gamble with so many people's lives, but in the face of cruel facts, Zhang He also had to gamble, gambling that his mind was strong enough, that he would not be confused by Xingtian's resentment, and that he would not be lost in Xingtian's resentment that was enough to control the whole world.

Zhang He stared at Xingtian tightly, and said with a serious face, "Xingtian, let's take a gamble, if I can not be confused by your resentment, you will stop, how about it?" ”

"And what if you lose?" Xing Tian asked rhetorically without hesitation.

"From now on, I will be your subordinate, at your disposal." Zhang He said without hesitation.

"Okay, there's a kind." Xingtian finally stopped being as disdainful as before, but said with a little appreciation, "Boy, five thousand years of Lao Tzu have been waiting, and it won't be too late for a moment, Lao Tzu will play with you." ”

Hm, that's agreed? Zhang He, who had thought of countless ways to provoke him, couldn't help but feel a burst of relief, but he couldn't help but feel a burst of worry.

Is he too confident in himself? Or are you too confident in yourself?

Just when Zhang He was full of worry, Xingtian immediately unfolded his body, took him back to the Phantom Abyss in an instant, and roared loudly, "Return." ”

The sound was like thunder, which shook Zhang He's eardrums, but before Zhang He could recover from the buzzing of his eardrums, the overwhelming fog rolled back from all directions, forming a dark cloud covering the sky above the Phantom Abyss.

The mist rolled and swarmed into clumps, thickening and thickening, and soon obscuring the blinding sun, turning the Phantom Abyss into a place of endless darkness.

The mist, which was as thick as water, suddenly fell from the sky, like a downpour, full of texture, which made Zhang He involuntarily feel a chill through his bones, and shivered uncontrollably.

The mist struck, so that Zhang He did not dare to be careless, and quickly drove away a distracting thought in his mind, and shifted all his attention to the mist that could turn everyone into bloodthirsty beasts.

The cold fog, the fog that can make people instantly produce a thick bloodthirsty and murderous feeling, made Zhang He quickly cheer up the spirit, but even so, Zhang He can still clearly feel that he will soon have a strong killing intent uncontrollably, as if he wants to destroy the whole world before he is willing.

Nima, is this the situation of Shenma? Is my brother overestimating himself? Or is my brother overestimating himself? In order to prevent himself from being controlled by this terrifying fog, Zhang He quickly retracted his mind and tried his best to keep his clarity.

But unfortunately, the mist falling from the sky was still converging towards Zhang He, and soon it really became something with a clear texture like water, and Zhang He couldn't help but reach out and grab it, as if he had put his hand into ice water.

Could it be that these are really things that evolve from resentment, and can resentment really condense into water?

Zhang He couldn't help but be slightly distracted, and let the resentment find an opportunity to take advantage of the void, so that Zhang He uncontrollably gave birth to a strong killing intent, fortunately, Zhu Rong's thunderous roar woke him up in an instant, "Boy, find a way to enter the Dao Realm, in the Dao Realm, all evils will not invade." ”

Dao Realm? Could it be the kind of magical realm that Brother just saw Pangu opening up the world?

But unfortunately, as long as Zhang He was slightly distracted, resentment would take advantage of the void, making him instantly full of amazing killing intent.

"Boy, keep your mind." Without waiting for Zhang He to speak, Zhu Rong roared again, "Boy, how did you enter the Dao realm just now, try hard, this is your only chance to win." ”

Dao Realm? How did Brother enter the Dao Realm? Brother just thought of Shenma? Zhang He tried his best to suppress the increasingly strong killing intent, and thought about it seriously, but alas, thinking is actually a kind of distraction, with Zhang He's distraction, more resentment will take advantage of the void again, and this distraction has completely pushed Zhang He into a place of no return.

The resentment that took advantage of the void finally accumulated to a critical point that made Zhang He completely out of control, "Kill." With a roar like a beast, Zhang He, who was completely out of control, immediately pounced on Xingtian like a mad lion.

Xingtian, an ancient god of war level powerhouse, but was beheaded by the emperor and buried his head in Changyang Mountain, I have to say that this is one of the shames of Xingtian's life, so in Xingtian's resentment, the strongest obsession is to cut off the emperor's head and bury it in Changyang Mountain, so as to vent the hatred in his heart and the shame of being beheaded in a snow.

Obsession becomes a demon, obsession becomes a grudge, so this is also the reason why people who are controlled by the resentment of Xingtian like to cut off other people's heads.

Xingtian had no head, only the last small neck remained, but Zhang He still waved his right hand without hesitation, using his hand as a knife and his hand as a sword, and viciously slashed at Xingtian's remaining neck.

The loss of his head was an eternal wound in Xingtian's heart, and Zhang He's actions were undoubtedly revealing the scars on his wounds, so Xingtian was immediately furious, "Looking for death." With a roar that shook the sky, Xingtian immediately swung the giant axe of the mountain, and there was a frame of an axe that cut off Zhang He's head.

"Xingtian, stop." Zhu Rong was suddenly anxious, and then rushed to Xingtian, and roared loudly, "Xingtian, the gambling appointment is in front, can you break your trust?" ”

Although Xingtian is angry, although Xingtian is easy to kill, Xingtian is also an iron-clad tough guy, a man who believes in his word, "Get out." With an angry roar, Zhang He was immediately thrown out by Xingtian.

The fog returned, and the Great Demons also came back one after another, the first to come back were three Super Demons with mounts, and soon there were eight Great Demons without mounts.

For every city destroyed by the fog, a great demon without a mount can be generated, and every city slaughtered by the great demon can give birth to a great demon with a mount, that is to say, so far, the cities that have been completely destroyed by the fog and the great demon have been as high as fourteen cities.

The returning Great Demons, like soldiers in a queue, were neatly arranged in a pair, as if they were waiting for the review of Xingtian.

Looking at the neatly arranged demons, Zhu Rong couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.

Looking at Zhang He at this time, he was completely controlled by resentment, his eyes were red, and there was only a strong killing intent in his heart, "Kill." With a low roar, Zhang He, who got up, rushed towards Xingtian like lightning.

However, before Zhang He could rush to Xingtian, a great demon with a mount had already slapped his horse and arrived, "Kill." With a hoarse roar, the steel knife in the big demon's hand had already slashed wildly at Zhang He's neck.

The bet was made in advance, and Xingtian naturally would not let Zhang He die, so the big demon's steel knife quickly stopped again, and stopped in front of Zhang He's neck.

The big demon didn't move, but Zhang He moved, snatched the big demon's steel knife, jumped up suddenly, and cut off the big demon's head in the blink of an eye.

The big demon died, and the demon flames surged, surging towards Zhang He like a flood, and instantly submerged into Zhang He's body, making Zhang He's killing intent even more awe-inspiring.

"Xingtian, you, you don't believe in your words." Zhu Rong was angry, but Xingtian directly ignored Zhu Rong's anger, and Zhang He also ignored Zhu Rong's voice, and then slapped the horse and killed Xingtian.

Another big demon blocked Zhang He's way, and another big demon was beheaded by Zhang He, and the murderous aura and resentment on Zhang He's body became stronger with the death of the big demon.

Soon, the big demons died, and Zhang He also successfully received all the resentment and killing intent from the big devil, and completely turned into a super demon who loves to kill.

Zhang He slapped his horse again and killed Xingtian, who only had half of his neck left.

Looking at Zhang He, who had completely turned into the demon of the world, and Zhang He, who only had killing intent and resentment, Zhu Rong couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

"Lord, the old minister is ashamed of his trust in the Lord!" Zhu Rong couldn't help but sigh sadly.

ps: Three more for support.

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