"Do you really want to let him out? An old man in a pitch-black robe with golden threads behind him outlining a bright crescent moon spoke in a heavy tone.

On the high platform, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face squinted his eyes, and his hair was a strange purple color. Standing up from the dark seat, his eyes met the old man, "I think it's better to let him out than bury the 'Secluded Land' in our hands." ”

"Maybe there's a silver lining to the next level. The sudden cold sound made people stand without being cold. It was also a black robe, but even his head was hidden in the darkness, and his withered arms were sticking out of the robe, not knowing what he was drawing.

The prime man on the high platform turned around, only to find that behind his robe was a brilliant starry sky. "Let's get started, let's try to talk to him first. I don't think he expects the "Nowhere to Be Gone" to be destroyed either. ”

The old man stopped talking, and his arm stretched out of his robe, and began to sketch something. The brilliant purple left traces of their sketches in the air, and the pitch-black stone seat on the high platform trembled inexplicably. The patterns are becoming more and more complex and dazzling. The robe behind the middle-aged man moved without wind. Hands tapped in the void, and the five directions of the complex pattern shone brightly.

A hint of black seeped out from the periphery of the purple pattern, turning into teeth and claws. The middle-aged man stood on the armrest, revealing the pride of a king between his thick eyebrows. "I don't think you want the "Quiet Land" to become a vassal of the "Flame Divine Kingdom". "There was a terrible silence for a while. Endless blacks continue to eat away at brilliant purples.

"I know you heard it!Zhao Zhenrui!" The middle-aged man's voice raised several times: "Hell can't kill you, it will only make you stronger, let's join forces! Let's join forces to take back what belongs to us!"

There was still no reply, everything was still silent and terrible! The old man looked at the middle-aged man at a loss. "Boom!" a sudden sound broke the dead silence. "Wrong! it's to take back what belongs to me!" a young man's voice rang out in the endless darkness. The corners of the middle-aged eyes twitched, looking at the two people who had been pierced through their throats by the white ancient thorns.

The old man's eyes were full of incredulity. "Shut it off! we were wrong, we were so wrong!" the middle-aged voice trembled, his hands pointing to the intricate pattern that had been swallowed up by black. "Huh!" looked at his hand, and his five fingers suddenly fell to the ground. "You guys die, don't worry, I'll have them with you soon. ”

"Boom!" is the only left-hand change in middle age. Countless swords fell from the sky. "Too slow!Too slow!" Black shuttled through the sword, "Great Elder, how long has it been?Why are you still so slow!" The red gold flashed in front of the middle-aged man, and there was a young man in tattered clothes on the pitch-black stone seat.

The young man opened his eyes, and his beautiful crimson gold and thick eyebrows were full of spirit. In the face of middle age, it is a different scene entirely. Looking at his eyes, all that was revealed in his beautiful pupils was a playful cat, playing with a mouse with nowhere to escape. Zhao Zhenrui didn't speak, just looked like this, like a parent waiting for his child to admit his mistake.

The wound on the middle-aged right hand had scabbed, and sweat was pouring from his clenched palm. He firmly believes that if he says something wrong, his head will be like the fingers of his right hand. "Beyond the Void is the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Flame Divine Kingdom. His throat rolled and he said this sentence.

Zhao Zhenrui yawned, "That's all?" "Boom!" casually blocked the giant sword flying above his head. Crimson's golden pupils flickered. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "I was too wrong to put my expectations on a demon." Zhao Zhenrui stood up, "Wash your neck and wait, I will take my things back one by one!"

"Bang!" Looking at the white bone spurs in his waist and abdomen, the young man was a little suspicious, and when he looked around, the three figures in surgical robes actually stood up again. There was still blood on the chest of the middle-aged, and the neck of the old man drooped slightly. "It seems that the hardest work these days is you, Second Elder!"

The sudden wind tore through the pitch-black robe of the tall and thin figure, and a dark purple dry bone appeared in front of Zhao Zhenrui's eyes, and he raised his sword eyebrows lightly, "This is a big puppet technique!" "Boom, boom!" The middle-aged man and the old man who exploded blasted towards Zhao Zhenrui from both sides. "Whew!" the tattered clothes were even more disastrous.

The old man's head has completely moved, but he is still hammering at Zhao Zhenrui. The middle-aged man has a pitch-black sword in his hand at some point. Zhao Zhenrui yawned, "It seems that this dress is really unwearable, I love it very much over there." ”

"I guess I'm of some use to you. A cold voice sounded, the foreheads of the dry bones jumped, and the two dead men stopped attacking.

The young man returned to the pitch-black stone seat, "Useful is useful, but I still prefer a person!" "Boom!" The dark purple bones burst at root, and the blue flames in the skeleton's eye sockets gradually dimmed. "Boring, boring. Zhao Zhenrui yawned. The arc that was beating in his hand disappeared.

"Report, Elder......" looked at the two corpses lying quietly there. The samurai in armor was at a loss for a moment. Zhao Zhenrui opened one eye. "Go on. ”

Samurai's throat rolls; "The Elder is dead......!"

"Whew!" the young man grabbed his throat with both hands. "I hate people who don't get down to business and talk a bunch of nonsense. "One second ago, he was still on the stone seat, but this second the samurai had a handsome face in front of him. "Trouble, trouble. I'm going to see it myself. Zhao Zhenrui's body disappeared in place......

In front of him, hundreds of thousands of troops were ready to go, and the huge war drums stopped at the very center of the array. A middle-aged man in armor had a solemn face, and a thin figure in front of him walked out of the closed gate of the Shadowless Land, everyone was curious, the guards on the high wall of the Shadowless Land were at a loss, the city gate had not been opened at all, but there was really a real figure in front of them.

"Is the Quiet Land a letter of surrender for you?" a military officer-like pro-young man stepped over a huge white lizard, and the spear in his hand was pointed directly at Zhao Zhenrui's throat. "These juniors are really getting more and more rude!" Zhao Zhenrui raised his head. The spear burst open, and the lizard raised its heavy forelimbs.

The middle-aged man in front of the drums of war did not move, but in his hands there was a young figure. "Zhao Zhenrui!" The middle-aged voice lost its steadiness for many years. Everyone was scratching their heads.

"It turns out that there are still people who know me!" Zhao Zhenrui said lightly: "That's simple, you can go back." ”

"Boom!" I don't know who pulled the trigger of the original cannon in his hand. The fiery red cannonballs flew towards Zhao Zhenrui like the scorching sun. "Withdraw, withdraw!" the middle-aged man yelled, and everyone was confused. "Boom!" exploded before the shell could reach its body. "Roar!roar!" the soldier's mount stirred.

Middle-aged people head on. A white bone dragon carried Zhao Zhenrui, "Bang!" The dragon grabbed the huge wide blade of the middle-aged man. "Courage is commendable, or did you win me?" Zhao Zhenrui smiled lightly. But he fell from the dragon's head to the ground. Before the defenders of the Shadowless Land could utter a shout of victory, the mutation in front of them gave them a head start!

"Keep retreating!" the middle-aged man still replied. Without the previous panic, the retreat became orderly. "Woo-la!" he picked up his dislocated right hand. "Forget that the world is different, is there anything to eat!" Zhao Zhenrui stood up and said calmly.

The corners of the middle-aged eyes twitched, and the wide blade came towards Zhao Zhenrui. The sharp sword aura cut through his pitch-black clothes, but he didn't move in the slightest. "Trouble! The people of the city, if you don't want the 'Quiet Land' to be destroyed, throw me some food!"

"Whoosh!" looked at the young man who suddenly disappeared, and the middle-aged man did not pursue. He was just trying to stall for time, and the army retreated one after another. Zhao Zhenrui has an extra white steamed bun in her hand. "Don't be stingy, how can one be enough!" everyone on the city wall stared blankly at the soldiers who dropped the steamed buns.

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" In the next coming back to her senses, Zhao Zhenrui ** was wearing her upper body, and her tattered shirt turned into a cloth bag at some point. All the food is safely packed inside. "Do you still want to fight?" Gnawing on steamed buns with one hand and holding a black bag with the other, Zhao Zhenrui couldn't speak clearly. Looking at the army that was gradually moving away, the middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Will you let me go?"

"If you give me the wine from your waist!"

"Bang" to catch the flask steadily. "You're the only one who escaped, is it necessary to save all that waste?"

The middle-aged man didn't look back, and disappeared in the same place. Looking at the empty city gates, no one knew what to say. Zhao Zhenrui walked towards the city gate with a large bag of things. The soldier finally saw his face clearly, like a dream, the shock was engraved on everyone's face, the city gate was wide open, and the soldiers knelt down in unison.

Zhao Zhenrui didn't have any birds, and walked in the direction of the temple, his ** back, an endless starry sky flashed instantly, this is the king's patent! Even if he was rejected by everyone at the beginning, and he is the real king, the king who returned from hell!