When the artistic conception of the two Great Cultivators of the Transformation God competed, many people did not know why, because they could not see it, and they only felt a burst of fear, as if they were facing a catastrophe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The same is true of Xing Ziliang, he is in the mountains, and he feels even more obvious, his clothes are attached to his body, his hair is standing on end, and his whole body is covered in cold sweat.

It's an indescribable feeling, like being in a desperate situation and dying the next moment.

It wasn't until a few minutes ago, when the earthquake in the back mountains subsided, that feeling dissipated.

His legs were so weak that he almost fell, his heart was beating fast, and the palpitations made his scalp tingle.

Xing Ziliang gasped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood firm, looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky, thoughtful.

"Is it because of the Heavenly Tribulation?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes looking at the two people who had fallen to the ground in front of him and backwards.

Lin Qingyu was in a coma for a long time, and when the writer appeared, he had lost consciousness and never woke up.

And in front of his eyes, Xiao Tang also fainted on the ground.

"When grandpa appeared, he said that he would help the prince of Anshan to turn into a god......"

"And the writer said before he disappeared inexplicably, he saw the direction of the story, the Protoss people will take Xiao Tang away, and Wang Xiang will fall to the cliff mountain......"

Until now, he didn't believe what the writer had said, the so-called world was just a story.

But he understands that he must be in a "chess game", where some people use heaven and earth as a chessboard and the world as a chess piece.

He had a thought in his heart, if the writer was really the embodiment of the fate of the years, that is, the way of heaven, then could it be that some great supernatural powers had deceived the way of heaven and created an illusion, so as to use this to make a situation and get rid of himself.

Since there are immortals in the world, why can't there be a heavenly way?

Conspiracy theories, he is all too familiar with.

It's just that what he can't figure out is, are villains really so stupid?

If you really have a vital role, why do you want to lay out to erase your own existence, instead of personally killing yourself when you are weak.

Can't a writer directly erase himself, and neither can a supernatural person?

Are they really following some kind of rule?

"Do you want to lure me into the darkness of my heart?" he muttered to himself, a chill in his heart.

There are some things that he has to bear, since the death of his parents, he seems to be missing a corner in his heart, and that corner is dark and empty, difficult to fill, and has been suppressed by himself in the bottom of his heart.

"It's really inexplicable, isn't it good for me to live with peace of mind?"

"I want to let myself go into the chess game, let me break the game by myself, let me find the truth......"

"Aren't you fed and sustained, so you have to bring about your own destruction?"

If another person, even Xiao Tang, is told that he lives in the story, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it, and he will either sink or go crazy.

And those who can endure these are all those who have gone through vicissitudes of great perseverance, and they are also like those who transform into gods.

But Xing Ziliang is different, due to personality reasons, he never cares about these things, which is also the dark and cold-blooded in the mouth of the writer, even if the sky falls, he will not care, he is indifferent to the world, and always only follows his own wishes.

Xing Ziliang's eyes looked at Xiao Tang, who was wrapped in a shroud, and his expression was quite cold.

"If I kill you now, what will happen to the 'story'?"

After Xing Ziliang came up with this thought, he couldn't control it, turned his hand into a sword shadow, and slowly walked towards Xiao Tang.

"No wonder since I came to this world, I have looked at you like a protagonist template, it turns out that you are really a child of destiny?"

Xing Ziliang's breath was running, and without too much hesitation, a sword stabbed into Xiao Tang's chest.

"Bang!"

The strength collided, and Xiao Tang, who was wrapped in his whole body, suddenly opened his only exposed eyes, raised his hand and shattered the sword shadow, his expression was full of resentment.

"Hey, wake up?" said Xing Ziliang, grinning.

"Then, I'll kill you again!"

There is no superfluous nonsense, the breath of the whole body has risen to the extreme, and the majestic strength of the sword is slashed together!

One after another sword qi slashed at Xiao Tang's body, but he didn't resist, and let Xing Ziliang attack, laughing wantonly, his voice hoarse.

"You can't kill me, Xingzi Liang. ”

"The moment the Shroud chooses me, I am immortal, and with your current strength, you can't wipe out my soul, you can't kill me!"

Xingzi Liang snorted coldly, "Really?"

The strength roared, the flesh suddenly steamed blood, and the power all converged on the right wall, and he smashed towards Xiao Tang's face with a punch!

"Boom!"

The strength was all rolled upside down, the fist was extremely heavy, and the fist of the torturer Ziliang was cracked, and the blood dripped on the shroud.

The ground seemed to shrink tightly in an instant, and then cracked with a "bang", and Xiao Tang's entire head was smashed into the ground by the torture Ziliang's punch.

"If you can't die, won't it hurt?"

Xingzi Liang grinned, but his tone was emotionless, extremely indifferent, as if he had changed a person, and the darkness resurfaced.

He raised his fist again, and smashed it down with another heavy punch, and even used the method of continuous stringing, exerting the strength of his flesh to the extreme, and bursting out with every inch, smashing several heavy punches into Xiao Tang's face in a row!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The cracks in the ground continued to expand, and only the sound of the ground cracking was heard, and Xiao Tang was beaten to the point that there was no sound.

When Xing Ziliang finally stopped, Xiao Tang's head sank into the ground, but he giggled, very gloomy.

"Xing Ziliang, do you know?"

"Ever since I was sensible, I have been told that I am the one chosen by fate, the destined protagonist of heaven and earth. ”

"That voice knows fate, sees the years, and has been telling me what to do, how to walk on that predestined path. ”

Xingzi Liang sneered, feeling sad for him.

Xiao Tang has really become a character in the story, a marionette at the mercy of others, rather than a living self.

He even wanted to tell Xiao Tang about the writer with some bad taste, the so-called fate was just a pen that dominated him, and appreciated his collapse.

But in the end, Xing Ziliang still didn't say that this kind of thing involves a lot after all, and he still can't be greedy for a momentary pleasure.

Xiao Tang was still talking to himself: "That voice told me about the existence of the Immortal Tomb, told me the way to get acquainted with Qin Yan, and told me how to use the Mountain Thief to obtain the inheritance of the Supreme Sword Book in the Immortal Tomb......"

"But you've ruined it all!"

He wept silently, and cried hoarsely.

Xing Ziliang shook his head, stood up straight, looked down at him indifferently, and sneered.

"Looks like I'm really worried about ......"

"How can your heart be worthy of the term 'protagonist of fate'? ”

"Do you want to kill me too? ”