has never crossed paths, and after a long absence, he doesn't believe that this Mr. Zhang has such a good memory.

With a faint melancholy on his face, Mr. Zhang said slowly, "Fifteen hundred years ago, in the palace of the Qi king, the most prosperous of the Seven Kingdoms in ancient times, you walked in like this and took the life of the only crown prince, and I sat and watched you like this; Eight hundred years ago, you cut off the head of Yi Xin Ancestor at the top of Jingpu Peak, and I saw you leave from the window; a hundred years ago, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty died violently in Huangzhuang, and I drank tea under the willow tree outside Huangzhuang... ”

Wu Yi felt creepy, like a thousand-year-old ghost borrowing a corpse in front of him, he interrupted the other party impatiently, "Pretend to be a ghost!" Roughly stretched out his iron arm, his right hand reached into the desk, the eagle grabbed Mr. Zhang's neck like a chicken and lifted it into the air, Mr. Zhang did not struggle, his limbs hung down, his thin body was as light as nothing, and he looked at him quietly, with pity in his eyes.

Wu Yi was a little irritable for no reason, "Where is King Liang? Where is the Iron Army?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head, with a trace of vicissitudes on his clear face, "It's useless, the reincarnation of heaven, life is short, all struggles are in vain, why don't you get lost and know where you come from, go back!"

Wu Yi inexplicably rushed into flames, his left hand was put together in the shape of a knife, and he slashed at Mr. Zhang's neck with a "pounce", for the flesh of the mortals of the Fengling Continent, his fleshy hand was no different from a knife and axe!

The strange thing is that there is no trace of blood in the neck at the severed head, only neurovascular muscle fractures and fine bone stubble, and then a head grows again at the neck, the granulation squirms rapidly, and overnight, an identical head begins to smile strangely again.

With a sense of awe-inspiring in his heart, his anger subsided slightly, he cautiously activated the scanner, and under the real vision, Mr. Zhang's vital sign data flowed like mercury, he was not a living being!

This mysterious magic stick is just an android! In this agricultural civilization where the mechanical civilization is still very backward, how can there be such a sophisticated intelligent android as Mr. Zhang?

No wonder he lived so long? No wonder he incarnated into tens of millions, and casually decapitated and resurrected!

Could it be that there is a biochemical pool left over from an alien civilization on the Wind Ling Continent?

Mr. Zhang's reborn head maintained its usual mysterious smile, and his thin lips spit out a syllable "Du"!

The syllables echoed in the air, and there were bursts of Sanskrit chanting in the distance, and time suddenly stood still, and the air froze in an instant.

There was a gelatinous feeling of stagnation stirring in the solidified air, and in Wu Yi's mind, the divine consciousness that was as sharp as a light shuttle a moment ago was sluggish like a snail, and he vaguely sensed that in the depths of the Yangguan City City Lord's Mansion, several faint divine senses were crowded together, as if they had launched some kind of formation.

Among those few divine consciousnesses whose strength is only for the early stage of qi induction, there are two lines of déjà vu, and the owner of one of them is the extremely pure divine consciousness, and it is the beautiful and incomprehensible "Flower of the Cloud Hidden Gate" Murong Youlan! This is a bureau set up by the Cloud Hidden Gate here, specifically for the killing of the Divine Consciousness Monk!

The seven apostles sat around according to the Beidou Array, with a quaint wooden tower in the center, the tower body was seven layers, the treasure light was circulating, and the electromagnetic energy was constantly gathered, and the weak divine consciousness of the seven people was connected together, struggling to fight against Wu Yi's huge condensate three-layer divine consciousness, waiting for the peak of the wooden tower's charging.

Murong Youlan Huo Ran stood up, the only "divine servant" of the legendary Yunyin Sect, activated the most mysterious hidden sect in the world, the Great Array of the Town Sect---- Tiangang Seven Star Array!

The Tiangang Seven Star Array is unpredictable, but the activation conditions are extremely harsh, and only the "divine servant" with a respected status in the sect can guide the violent divine consciousness in the wooden tower without being counterattacked.

The charismatic "Divine Servant" half-raised her hands, her ten fingers were in full bloom, and in Wu Yi's already blurred Divine Consciousness Perception, her whole person became a Divine Consciousness Receiving Converter, guiding abundant electromagnetic energy-the huge Divine Consciousness that had reached the Jindan Stage, radiating towards Wu Yi's direction without hesitation or hesitation!

I'll rub it!

The confrontation at the level of divine consciousness was the most dangerous, Wu Yi's mind rumbled, his mind was in chaos, and he unconsciously threw away Mr. Zhang in his hand. The Divine Consciousness Sea was in chaos, and the moment the Great Array was activated, Wu Yi was faced with the greatest crisis in the other world! In desperation, he activated the scanner with all his might, but the Divine Consciousness Bridge remained unmoved, ignoring the imminent danger.

The violent electromagnetic waves raged in the brain, and it seemed to smell the burning of the cerebral cortex, and the pineal gland, which was stronger than steel, was stirred into a paste by the chaotic electromagnetic waves, and the center of the divine consciousness was completely destroyed. Wu Yi's eyes darkened, his sanity suddenly lost, he leaned back and fell straight back, the raging electromagnetic waves were still unfinished, and swept towards the Divine Consciousness Bridge, and the scanner in his mind seemed to come back to his senses, and he shook impatiently twice.

The Divine Consciousness Bridge only trembled slightly, and all the Divine Consciousness raging in Wu Yi's body disappeared without a trace, and he trembled again, from the space where Wu Yi was located to the huge Divine Consciousness in the Wooden Tower Great Array, all of them were swallowed up, and there was no trickle left!

With the abnormal oscillation of high-intensity electromagnetic waves, with the servant room as the center, all people and animals within a radius of hundreds of meters in the city lord's mansion fell into a coma!

All the creatures, whether they were horses grazing or handymen sweeping the courtyard, fell to the ground, several cases overturned, cups and plates shattered, and the ground was in shambles!

Ten breaths later, Wu Yi, who was the first to wake up a little sane, found that the original pineal gland in his brain had disappeared, and the new small pineal gland was forming, but at this time, he had no consciousness at all, and even his limbs were shaking uncontrollably, stumbling up, limping and staggering towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, like a toddler.

Fortunately, there was no one standing awake in the City Lord's Mansion. He hurried out of the gate, stepped onto the stone path, and struggled to flee towards a densely populated residential area to the southeast.

The border city in the twilight, the evening bell is clear, echoing among the mountains.

Stumbling to the southeast, the densely populated area, which had been designated as a concentration of artisans of all kinds. His feet were completely unresponsive, his body was so heavy that his knees creaked like a mountain, and without the control of his divine sense, his extremely dense body began to lose coordination.

Like a toddler, either the left foot is shaking, or the right foot is slipping, waving the arms in vain, and the feet are high and low and staggering forward. The most terrible thing is that the newborn pineal gland has finally derived a trace of divine consciousness is completely exhausted, and the consciousness is gradually blurred, which is the protection of the brain and divine consciousness from the life instinct.