"Knock"

It's a kind of gong that resembles a quilted gong being struck, perhaps a little more muffled than that.

The sound is nothing more than two or more objects colliding with each other. These two objects, one is a divine soldier manipulated by Zhao Yuxin's imperial weaponry, and the other is Lao Zhurong.

The inevitable blow was intercepted by Zhao Yuxin, and Lao Zhurong looked unusually calm. Even the attack that Sang-ryu applied to him afterwards did not resist.

This time, it was not Zhao Yuxin who deliberately restrained Xiang Liu, it was really Xiang Liu himself who gave up resistance.

There is still a difference between being restrained and unable to move and giving up resistance on your own. At least, Xiang Liu didn't feel so happy when he shot before.

"It's not that I wish Rong Yang Yan incompetent, it's that this heaven can't tolerate me Zhu Rong Yang Yan!" Lao Zhurong looked up to the sky and roared again, still without the intention of resisting.

Zhao Yuxin, who suspected Lao Zhurong of fraud, once again restrained the other party, so that Xiang Liu could enjoy the fun of punching sandbags.

It wasn't until Lao Zhurong was beaten to the point that he was dying, and his body became a little transparent, and it seemed that it might dissipate at any time, that Zhao Yuxin let go of the restraints on Lao Zhurong.

Gently putting his face in front of Lao Zhurong, Zhao Yuxin said softly: "Hasn't this Heavenly Dao always been based on the will of the extravagant corpse? Based on your relationship with the corpse, why does he take special care of you? ”

Lao Zhurong struggled unwillingly, and his eyes were full of protest against injustice. In the end, his eyes darkened, and he once again gave up resistance.

"Don't be unconvinced, how can this Heavenly Dao take care of our human race?" Zhao Yu said to Lao Zhurong as if his salary was greatly reduced, "Just now, I just crossed the threshold, and just when I was casting my body, the projection of the Heavenly Dao actually wanted to kill me. Who will see me complain about such injustice? ”

Lao Zhurong originally wanted to say: You have already broken through the pursuit of the Heavenly Dao, what else is there to complain about. After thinking that he was about to die, he didn't really say it.

"That's it, I didn't lose unjustly." Lao Zhurong turned his heart sideways, "However, before you do it, I have one more request." ”

"Let's talk about it, if I can promise you, I will help you record it." Zhao Yuxin has already treated Lao Zhurong's words directly as his last words.

Completely ignoring Zhao Yuxin's attitude, Lao Zhurong said earnestly: "You can kill me, but I hope you don't destroy the Miao descendants of my Zhurong God Clan." ”

"That's a good ......," Zhao Yu thought about, "but what are you going to get in exchange?" ”

"I wish the inheritance of the Rong God Clan, okay?" Lao Zhurong said in a seductive tone, "Think about it, your destruction of the Miao descendants of my clan is a thankless job. If you promise to let them live, you can at least get a secret of the inheritance of the Protoss. ”

Zhao Yuxin nodded and said, "Don't worry, it is your generation Zhurong who is fighting with the Terrans, as long as your descendants can live in peace with the Terrans, our Terrans will not casually destroy other families." ”

"Good!" Lao Zhurong agreed, with a stiff neck, "Come on, do it, give me a good time." ”

After speaking, Lao Zhurong let go of all his defenses and let Xiang Liu attack casually.

Xiang Liu, the blunt knife that was still in Ling Chi Lao Zhurong just now, after Lao Zhurong let go of his defense, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has become a treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay. After three moves and two styles, Lao Zhurong died.

The fall of a high-ranking god did not trigger any irresistible catastrophe. Just a few crimson raindrops symbolically fell in the air, as if to indicate that this was the sadness of the Heavenly Dao for the fall of a god.

"It turns out that this red rain is a manifestation of crying." Zhao Yuxin muttered to himself.

Yes, this is not the first time he has seen this kind of red rain from the sky. There were also such visions when other gods died before. However, that time the red rain was obviously larger than the first one.

Just as I was thinking that the scale of this red rain was too small, dense red raindrops came one after another. After a while, Zhao Yuxin couldn't open his eyes.

Zhao Yuxin, who hurriedly lowered his head, immediately found that there was something similar to a fire in the place where Lao Zhu melted away.

Gently holding his brother's fire, Zhao Yuxin not only did not feel the burning sensation, but even faintly felt a kind of warmth and comfort.

Could it be that this is what Lao Zhurong said about the inheritance of their Zhurong Divine Clan? With a move in his heart, Zhao Yuxin put away the fire and rushed to the ground battlefield with Xiang Liu.

When he came to the front of the position, he happened to see Tan Yonghou and Ji Yue Chengkong laughing.

I wasn't embarrassed to listen carefully to what the two said, but I vaguely heard Ji Yue Chengkong say: "You really have a way, and you really blocked the Zhurong Divine Army." ”

Knowing that they were just flirting, not in love, Zhao Yuxin coughed dryly and seriously became a light bulb.

Seeing Zhao Yuxin appear, Ji Yue Chengkong blushed all of a sudden, lowered her head and was embarrassed to speak. Or Tan Yonghou was clever, and he said haha, "Boss, are you here to inspect the work?" ”

"I can't talk about inspections," Zhao Yuxin patted Tan Yonghou on the shoulder, "You do things, I don't worry!" ”

Tan Yonghou familiarly punched Zhao Yuxin in the shoulder, and said, "You Yo Su just say what you say, don't say these useless things." ”

Zhao Yuxin pretended to be injured, rubbed his shoulders exaggeratedly, and said, "This red space is the Heavenly Dao crying because of the fallen words of the gods. In order to show our basic respect for these dead Protoss, let's temporarily rein in our front and stop attacking. ”

"This ......" Tan Yonghou was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Yuxin asked funny, "Is there any difficulty?" ”

"Nope!" Tan Yonghou spread his hands, "I just think that this old Zhurong is too face-saving." ”

After speaking, Tan Yonghou also looked up.

Zhao Yuxin raised his head following Tan Yonghou's gaze, and immediately found that the red rain that was just gradually thickening just now was as if some giant beast had been killed in the void, and the blood had connected the heavens and the earth.

"Are the high-ranking gods so domineering?" Zhao Yu's salary couldn't help but ask.

"That's not the case, even if the top gods die, as long as the will of the Heavenly Dao does not cooperate, it may not be able to rain red rain." Wu Luo's voice suddenly appeared, and it seemed that the battle on the other side was over.

Zhao Yuxin's mind flashed with inspiration, and he suddenly found that when Ying Long died, there was no red rain in the sky at all. When Lao Zhurong just died, it was only a few symbolic drops.

"Could it be that this red rain u old Zhurong has nothing to do with it?" Zhao Yuxin asked a bold question. ()

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