For Xu Zhi, a journey of slaughter and jumping is also a practice.

There is no difference between cultivation and brushing and jumping, boring and tasteless.

If it weren't for the various needs leading him, Xu Zhizhen suspected that he would have no motivation to move forward.

Just like the jungle goblin was promoted to the monarch stage, in reality, he achieved the grandmaster, and his combat power was barely able to handle it, Xu Zhi was indeed not too anxious.

Like what ruins fall into reality, high-risk actions to slay dragons, Xu Zhi doesn't care too much.

But when many needs piled up, Xu Zhi only felt that there was enough reason.

In the end, people are still a little bit of a pursuit, which gives enough motivation.

When many discussions and agreements were settled, Xu Zhi also temporarily relaxed.

He needs to adjust his mood and he needs to adjust his form to prepare for next February.

That was Deken's chance, and it was his chance.

Compared to others who just want to blend heaven and earth to temper, Xu Zhi cares about the power of heaven and earth colliding.

Enough confidence, but also enough foundation.

Xu Zhi felt that he was only a piece of paper away from that realm.

Or wait for a natural improvement for many years, or use external forces to boost.

Being able to further enhance his stick intent also meant that he was likely to use the power of this heaven and earth collision to impact the Great Grandmaster.

If it was a normal collision between heaven and earth, Xu Zhi would naturally not do this kind of death-seeking thing.

But everything will return to heaven.

The Dragon Continent does not fall into the ocean.

The odds of him surviving would be very high.

This is a careful calculation between him and Deken, and a standard guess based on his combat power at that time.

He is stronger now than he was then.

Xu Zhi finally calmed down many of his thoughts.

He began to step into the elemental realm.

When staring at the high sky of the Elemental Realm, Xu Zhi would also look down at the world separated from the Elemental Realm.

Lower bound.

There are his contractors there, and there are many people and things related to him.

There is also a contractor who Xu Zhi has been difficult to face for a long time.

Mistrio.

Xu Zhi expected that San Theo had arrived at Casa and could see Mistrio walk out of the temple.

But Xu Zhi was also very reluctant to see Mistrio's appearance.

The soul has been severely damaged, and even if it is repaired by the power of immortality, it is impossible to return to its original state.

Thinking of Aurang Marasa's demeanor, Xu Zhi couldn't bear to go to Casa.

Since the battle with Gwen Magnus, Xu Zhi has been waiting for San Theo's contract to change.

It wasn't until the snowflakes in Kyoto that Xu Zhi saw a change in the contract on the portal.

San Theo's Signature Contract: Ryo wants to meet you, come over early, he's in a bad state.

Contract: Gold X1.

It's been a long wait, and many will come to an end.

Xu looked at the contract for a few seconds, and began to let go of his thoughts, shuttling through the passage of the contract concluded by San Theo.

Not in the familiar royal palace.

This is the Ruiou Temple that Xu Zhi has only visited once.

A place to record your great achievements is also your last safe place.

Temple.

There were not many people in the temple at this time.

San Theo, Mysterbama.

After bringing Xu Zhi here, there was a fourth person in this place.

"Your Majesty Ryo!"

Xu Zhi looked at the old man lying on his side in front of him, and couldn't believe for a moment that this was once the world's leading and strategist-strategizing Mystrio.

The blonde hair has turned gray.

Smooth and smooth face with mottled wrinkles.

The strong arms are now skinny.

Compared to his old state after the resurrection of the Ryros explosion, Mistrio at this time looked like a terminally ill person.

"Your Excellency Squeak is here!"

Mysterio raised his head and let out a long cry.

"What happened to us?"

"Are you still sane?" Xu Zhiqi said.

"After all, it's my artifact, and I can barely burst out and borrow a little bit of guardian power, and the most important part has not been erased."

Xu Zhi was a little ashamed when he was amazed at Mistrio's sobriety.

The spirit shield [artifact] was eventually recognized by Mistrio.

At this point, Mystrio clearly wanted to know the outcome of the battle.

The eastern and western continents are far apart, and only a few people participated in the decisive battle in the end.

In addition to the puppet queen he supported, there is also a lamp god, and the rest is Xu Zhi.

Knowing that he was dead, Xu Zhi would return to the Elemental Realm, but Mistrio also had a glimmer of hope at this time.

"Later, we won."

Xu Zhi spoke, introducing the information he had learned from the contract words, combined with what he had seen when he was gazed at by the Space-Time Dragon.

"The rainbow crystal shattered, and Imelia was paralyzed......

The old emperor's tone was abrupt.

There are no winners.

He failed to compete for the Rainbow Crystal, Imelia was paralyzed by the Sword of the Gods, Somla was saddened, and Xu Zhi returned to the Elemental Realm, unwilling to go to the Nether for a long time.

"Can you tell me about the Socratic hermit?"

In the middle of the ring, Mistrio moved on to another topic, remembering his former friend.

This is the little friend who has been helping him in the Western Continent.

But Socrates was shrouded in too many mysteries for Mistrio to discern for a while.

"I always felt like I'd seen him before," said Mystrio, "and I'd like to invite him to Casa if I could." ”

"I don't think so, it's better not to please" Xu Zhi said dryly: "He doesn't really want to see you." ”

"It seems that he may have had some minor conflicts with me in the past."

"You've killed him twice, but he survived."

……

There's no way to talk about that.

Mistrio suddenly extinguished the thought of inviting Hexis to come to Casa.

But he couldn't help but wonder about it.

Mistrio is more conceited about his intellect than his strength, but he also seems to have the feeling of being led around.

He originally thought that Xu Zhi was being a two-faced person, and the servant ate the east and the west, but now it seems that there are some differences.

A person who has been killed by him is unlikely to come to his aid again and again.

In his actions, the Socratic hermit played an inglorious role, but did a lot of glorious things.

This made Mistrio curious.

"Then tell me who he is?"

Mistrio was unable to contain his thoughts.

The other party obviously won't trouble him anymore.

I don't have the ability to trouble the other party anymore.

He coughed twice.

With no hope of becoming a demigod and no way to recover, Mystrio felt more and more that his time was near.

He didn't want to die and still have thoughts that he couldn't let go, and things he couldn't figure out, which would make him unwilling.

"His name is Hexis, do you remember him?"

"It turned out to be him."

Xu Zhi mentioned his name, and immediately made it clear to Mistrio where his weirdness came from, and why there were so many top alchemists in the Western Continent.

After Xu Zhi said some things, Mistrio understood more deeply.

"He's not as bad as I thought he was, but he's really a nasty guy who only does bad things, and he's not likable, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......ahem, ahem, ahem, a

A violent cough caused Mistrio to arch.

Mistabama slapped his back, which not only did not stop his cough, but instead coughed up some blood clots and fragments of organs from the corners of his mouth.

But after coughing, his face turned rosy.

The gray hair began to quickly return to golden color, and the withered face and body began to become muscular.

A little bit of fish scale markings appeared on his forehead, and a strange light appeared in his eyes, as if he had seen something, and a smile involuntarily appeared.

But the weirdness of his state is more like a return to the light.

"I'm at the end of the day."

Mystrio straightened up, smiled at the crowd, and reached out to brush Misterbama from tears.

"If there is an afterlife, I should be able to let go of my inner concerns and racial scruples, let go of worldly eyes, and look at the ...... on the sea with Athena."

His hand trembled, and at last rested lightly on top of Mysterdam's head, never swaying again.