"Zhang Xinqi?"

The plague god had never heard of this person, but he still asked, still mocking: "Dare to ask where you are from?"

The old man was not angry, he got up from the city tremblingly, took another sip of the wine gourd in his hand, and replied with a red face: "The former young master of the Nanling tribe is now the old monster waiter of Bottle Mountain. ”

"Lingnan tribe?!Bottle Mountain Old Monster Waiter?!"

The plague god's face was cloudy, but no matter how he looked at it, the old man's body was full of "human smell", and he looked like an alcoholic old man from beginning to end. The legendary Zhang Xinqi is a ghost, who can slaughter the powerful resentful spirits of the Lingnan tribe overnight, and this old man is obviously pretending to be a ghost. However, this old guy is still calm when he sees the Red Lian Demon King, maybe he has some skills, right?

"Red Lian Demon King, set fire to the city!" The plague god pointed to the old man at the head of the city and said, "Pass the fire and let me see what he is capable of!"

The black scales were red, opened their lilac eyes, looked at the huge black stone city, opened their mouths, and a monstrous fire erupted from the depths of its throat, and the blazing flames blew towards the old man at the head of the city, and the city stone that first touched the flames could not withstand the demon fire, and directly appeared to melt! And the old man flicked his sleeves, and actually gathered the demon fire in the sky into a small jumping flame, floating in his palm. The old man put the wine gourd on the fire cat in his palm, and said drunkly: "Good wine needs to be warm, good wine needs to be warm!"

The plague god was stunned, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated a few steps, he originally thought that Mochen was killed by the Lord of Fengchuan, but he didn't expect that this old man was so unfathomable, and his divine power was monstrous, and he could resist such a blow from the Red Lian Demon King so lightly, and there were only a handful of people in the entire Great Wilderness!

The old man poured the steaming hot wine into his mouth in one gulp, and suddenly felt full of strength, threw away the wine gourd in his hand, jumped down from the city, and fell to the ground gently, laughing at the god of plague: "You child, you know that the old man lacks a waiter with warm wine, so he sent it to the old man, it's really damned." ”

The old man laughed as he paced forward. The plague god found that every step this old man took, there was a great coercion bursting out, it was like stepping on his own heart, and his soul trembled, this was definitely a tenth-order perfect old monster! The plague god immediately shouted at the demon beasts behind him: "Kill him for me and tear him apart!"

"Roar!!

Dozens of undead demon beasts roared in unison, launching an offensive against the old man who claimed to be Zhang Xinqi, and the old man stretched out his hand and cut off the head of the demon beast alive, and then walked leisurely, picking flowers and pinching grass to strangle all these dozens of demon beasts to death, and the dust on his body was not provoked, and he was calm.

The Chilian Demon King slowly moved his scales, and slowly crawled towards the old man, his body was full of the aura of the king, and streams of purple demon qi permeated out, this was the real king of the demon clan. The Great Wilderness has been godless for a long time, and the tenth order is the king. The king's qi of the entire great wilderness is on Chi Lian's body, as long as Chi Lian does not die for a day, this king's qi will never reach others!

"This little snake is good. ”

The old man smiled and turned into a powerful hand and choked Chi Lian's neck. Chi Lian seemed to have lost his breath, twisting his body frantically, like an ant on a hot pot and a little snake burned by fire. The plague god was shocked and retreated several hundred feet. Seeing that the old man used his divine power to forcibly detain Chi Lian and turn into a seven-foot-long snake, he had no ability to resist the whole time.

"Who the hell are you!?" asked the plague god with a look of astonishment.

"The old man doesn't disdain to lie, I am the ghost of that legend, Zhang Xinqi!" The old man took the shrunken Chilian Demon King as a belt, tied it to his waist, and said silently: "God of Plague, the old man doesn't have the ability to accept you, but if you try your best, you can also ruin you, so even if you sell the old man a face, in the future, don't attack the Bottle Mountain and Fengchuan tribes." ”

The plague god's eyes suddenly glowed purple, and he said coldly, "Since you are praying to me for a way to live, why do you use this puppet to meet you?"

With that, the plague god shook his hand and threw out a purple white lotus, although this lotus flower was a divine power transformation, it was lifelike, and the whole body was bathed in fire. Zhang Xinqi was like a great enemy, his hands came out, turned into a black and white double circle, and silently took the lotus flower and dissolved it.

"Hehehe. The plague god smiled strangely and said, "I see, you want to borrow the puppet body to exert the power of the super tenth order to deceive the rules of this world and the guards." ”

Zhang Xinqi nodded undeniably and said, "You should also know that the body of the God of Plague is an important container for your resurrection, if I break it, it will make you born at least a month late, and it will be easier for Luo Chen to deal with you at that time." Therefore if we make an agreement that I will not harm you, and when you are resurrected, do not hurt me. ”

The purple light in the plague god's eyes became even more intense, and he seemed to hesitate about something, but after a while, he replied, "Yes, but I want to know, what are you here for?"

"Serendipity. Zhang Xinqi said: "'In this life, all the ancient and secret heavenly opportunities have emerged here. Of course the old man is going to look for it. ”

"Come on. The god of plague said coldly.

"Good. Zhang Xinqi nodded solemnly.

Immediately after that, between heaven and earth, a deep voice sounded faintly from the nameless place, and said: "I swear that I will never do anything unfavorable to you before you come back to the world, and this oath will never be changed." ”

The plague god nodded lightly, and then said, "I swear by Qing Shui that I will never lose the Yuan Feng after I die." ’

"It turns out that you are indeed a demon lotus, Qing Shui Jun. Zhang Xianqi said jealously. Then he turned around and slowly paced towards the mountains. The purple eyes of the plague god looked at his back with great meaning, and then, the plague god trembled, and the purple light in his eyes disappeared, he didn't know what was going on, but he saw that Zhang Xinqi's back was very strange, and he walked very stiff and mechanical, like a marionette?

The plague god didn't think much about it, and quickly fled back to the Jiuze tribe. And when the plague god had just left, a giant beast as tall as a mountain followed Zhang Xinqi's steps. This is exactly = the guy who took Ming Yu back then, and he is also the "guard" of the rules of this world.

But when the guards found Zhang Xinqi, they found that he was just an old man who was about to decay, and he had no strength. So I had to let him go.