Earth.

Zhang Ang leaned himself against the wall, his eyes looking away as much as he could.

This is already the limit of what he can do.

Who the hell is that person?

What happened to Luoluo?

And, what is all this all about, how can it be?

He had so many questions, but there was no one to answer them for him right now.

He had just seen the Lord and the man fighting.

Then, the Lord is here, and Luoluo should be safe.

It's just that, if he is not mistaken, the Lord does not seem to be able to defeat the man.

………

Zhang Ang, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly remained motionless.

Raising his head, he looked at the touch of gold falling from the sky, and dared to feel a trace of excitement.

Countless golden rays of light fell from the sky, and I don't know where they went.

It looks spectacular.

Zhang Ang watched it very energetically.

It's just, why, they, are flying here?

Looking at the dozens of golden lights flying towards him, Zhang Ang's head was full of question marks.

The next thing that frightened him even more was that in the sky, it seemed that a sword was flying towards him.

Is it that I am going to say goodbye to this world in such a funny way?

It's just that I didn't look at Luoluo again before I died, which was really uncomfortable.

With a hint of frustration in his heart, Zhang Ang looked at everything he rushed to again, and suddenly felt nothing.

I've done that.

What are you afraid of?

With a cold light shining in his eyes, Zhang Ang coldly looked at the dozens of new golden lights flying towards him, hundreds of new golden lights, and that long sword... It seems that the pancake is entangled in a purple breath.

And, why is there a ball of light behind the sword?

At this moment, Zhang Ang no longer had any fear, and he actually had these things in his mind.

Creatures really do a different thing when it comes to knowing death.

They flew faster.

The next moment came to Zhang Ang's eyes.

The golden light instantly rushed into his body, and Zhang Ang subconsciously stretched out his hand, he wanted to grab the sword.

He didn't know why he did it, maybe in his heart, it was not just a sword, but more of a hope, far away, anything that could not be touched.

Or nothingness.

Suddenly I grabbed something very soft, very soft in my hand.

Zhang Ang opened his eyes, and the long sword that shone with golden light was actually grabbed by him, and what was even more incredible was that he actually grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Looking again, he saw that it was not a rope, but a purple cloak.

I really like it when I look at it.

The fingers subconsciously pinched, and the first moment I saw it, I was attracted, as if it had magical power, and I sank into it and couldn't extricate myself.

In the haze, Zhang Ang's simple white halo flew into his mind.

"Boom ......"

A magnificent red explodes in my mind.

Countless, countless, and so many heart-pounding memories bloomed in his mind.

All the golden light in his body also began to move together, greatly increasing his strength.

Sixth order.

fairy child,

……

Immortal Master,

Xianzong,

Immortal King

Immortal Emperor.

It wasn't until the Immortal Emperor realm that everything stopped.

…

The Treasure Palace.

Looking at Zhang Ang in the splendid mountains and rivers, Zhang Lang shouted: "Quick, come back to ten waves of immortal power, let my father break through the immortal emperor... I'll compensate for all your losses. ”

It seems that the last sentence played a certain role, and more than a hundred immortal emperors began to work harder to convey immortal power.

Seeing this, Cheng Yanyin smiled with relief, touched the beard on his face and said, "Xiaoqiang, are you interested in welcoming your father back to the Heavenly Realm with me in person?" ”

Zhang Lang nodded and said, "Yes!" ：”

Father, I'm finally coming back.

He was so happy, so excited.

From childhood to adulthood, he grew up in the cave of Cheng Biting Silver two thousand years ago, and in his spare time, he always likes to tell himself everything about Zhang Ang.

He adores his father madly.

Destroy the two worlds of demons and demons, and my father is a hero.

is the real god of war.

In the first half of his life, Zhang Ang was like an idol.

The next 1,300 years.

On the way to find a way to save Zhang Ang, he also saw the fear, envy, admiration, and worship of some people for his father.

The father's fame was great.

In some places, there is even a situation where you don't know the heavenly court, but only know the god of war.

It was because of his father's previous reputation that Zhang Lang had the opportunity to develop so quickly.

With full joy, Zhang Lang and Cheng Yanyin flew towards the earth.

…

Zhang Ang was still stroking his purple cloak.

He held the sword in his left hand, and untied his cloak from it with his right hand.

It's just that there is no trace of emotional change in his eyes, it is full of indifference, and it is full of terrifying looks.

Suddenly, more golden light flew towards him in the sky.

Glanced up.

All the golden light in the air stopped moving, stopped in mid-air, and became a real light.

He wasn't the same as he was doing it, and anyone could bother him.

Lowering his head, this time Zhang Ang used both hands together, and quickly untied the cloak from the hilt of the sword.

Throw away the sword.

The purple cloak was flicked by him.

Turned into a purple ripple.

It's beautiful.

Thoughts surged, and a golden armor suddenly appeared, which he put on, and hung the cloak on the armor. Zhang Ang beckoned, summoned all the golden light in the air, and put it into his body together.

"Boom... Rumble... Boom..."

The energy that was enough to destroy the earth millions of times bloomed in his body, and he absorbed it all, becoming his true power.

At this moment, he, Zhang Ang, was at the peak of the Immortal Emperor.

The right hand naturally rolled the purple cloak over the shoulder, landed on the chest, and the wing of the nose moved.

The taste has not changed.

It's still so pleasing to him.

In the air, a black shadow suddenly appeared, it was an old man, an old man with a white beard holding a cane, with a ruddy complexion, looking like an old birthday star.

"Congratulations to the God of War for his return and recovery of strength, and thank you God of War for saving me..."

He is the breeze.

The earth, the conscious reaction of this world, is the spirit of the world.

As a realm spirit of the Broken Realm, he is unfortunate because he will die at any time because of the sudden arrival of the end times.

At the same time, he was lucky.

Because he met Zhang Ang, his appearance spawned a series of things that finally saved him and the world he controlled.

Zhang Ang looked at him with his peripheral eyes, did not speak, but his face was gloomy and terrifying.

He recalled that when he missed her, no one was allowed to interrupt him.

Countless black mist suddenly rushed out of his eyes, enveloping the breeze in an instant, and then, all the mist contracted violently, completely strangling him.

Dead is dead.

It's a big deal, when the time comes, give him a different place to live, the existence of the realm spirit, if he wants to, he can generate countless in an instant.

The thought flashed away, and then fell back into countless memories in my mind.

Zhang Lang stood quietly in the air, sniffing the fragrance of the purple cloak, his posture was very strange, but he didn't care.