After eating the strong pill, Zhang Tude had some strength again, and the umbrella was thrown next to the head catcher who was dodging the fog arrows, and when he saw the umbrella thrown over, Zhang Tude hurriedly shouted:

"Don't let him get caught in the rain again and cut him under an umbrella."

After shouting these words, Zhang Tude felt that his lungs hurt as if they were about to explode, and blood spit out of his mouth again, he picked up the medicine bottle containing Xiao Runxue Pill on the ground, opened it and poured a pill into his mouth.

Xiao Runxue Pill is afraid that it is useless to Zhang Tude's current injury, he just wants to be able to stop the pain now, after taking the Mighty Pill and Xiao Runxue Pill, he gasped for breath and looked at the Rain Heavenly King.

The pain in his body had eased somewhat, but if he hadn't been treated after the medicine had passed, then he would be dead, and now he only hoped that the Rain King would be killed.

The catcher hesitated after hearing Zhang Tude's shout, but after seeing that the strong man was also hit by an arrow like Master Qingxin, now he was the only one left, and he still picked up the umbrella on the ground.

When the Rainy King was about to spit out a new burst of black mist, the headcatcher opened the umbrella and threw it on the head of the Rainy King.

The Rainy King put an umbrella on his head, and the umbrella separated the part of the strange man's stomach from the rain, and just when the head catcher thought it was useless, the Rainy King stopped his mouth and stayed in place, and the black fog around him also dissipated.

After a while, the whole body of the Rain Heavenly King, who was originally unable to deal with several people, trembled, like an unclothed person suffering from the biting cold in the torrential rain, and then let out a crying scream.

The umbrella on his head could be easily removed, but the Rainy King stretched out his hand a few times, and each time he touched the umbrella, he took it back like an electric shock.

Even if he didn't touch it with his hands, as long as he shook his body slightly, the umbrella would fall off his head, but the Rain King didn't do that, just like the umbrella made him lose his mind and turned him into a helpless child.

Zhang Tude didn't expect the umbrella to have such a good effect, and he even suspected that the umbrella was not ordinary.

Seeing the Rain King like this, the head catcher also understood that the umbrella was really effective, and he rushed up and slashed at the Rain King, and just as he was about to cut the Rain King, the Rain King suddenly ran to the side, but the speed was much slower than before.

The head catcher still cut one of the arms of the Rain King, and the knife flashed, and the arm of the originally invulnerable Rain King was cut off, but the loss of his arm did not make the Rain King stop, and he ran into the temple screaming.

When the Rainy King ran past the temple gate, the umbrella on his head fell, but he did not recover his previous appearance, and when he entered the temple, he suddenly fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

At this time, the head catcher also chased after him, and slashed at the neck of the Rain King, and the Rain King stopped screaming, and then the head catcher slashed several times until the head of the Rain King was cut off.

"The Buddha has appeared, it must be the Buddha who has appeared."

The catchers who wanted to escape before saw that the Rainy King was killed by the head, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the ruined temple.

However, this is no longer a matter of Zhang Tude, because when the Rainy Heaven King ran into the temple, his ears could no longer hear the sound clearly, and his eyes could only see some vague things.

Zhang Tude groped to the position where he had lost the bronze bell just now, and picked up something, even in front of him, he couldn't see the appearance of the thing clearly, but the screeching bell sound made him sure that it was the copper bell.

Zhang Tude put the copper bell in his arms with a trembling hand, and he suddenly felt a wave of nausea when he wanted to wait quietly for death, so that he couldn't help but vomit.

Red, white, and black things all came out of his mouth, and he could barely distinguish the color of the vomit, and he didn't know what he had spit out, and his chest felt like it had been burned by fire, and he felt hot and painful in the rain.

Is it the reason for taking too many pills at once? It is a three-point poison, although those pills can bring miraculous effects to people, but they also have some side effects, he himself has eaten so much in a short period of time, even if he is not killed, he may be poisoned.

"It's more painful to die of poisoning than to be beaten to death."

Zhang Tude muttered to himself, the pain caused by the side effects of the accumulation of the pill was much stronger than he had imagined, and he just wanted to take a knife and finish himself now, but his eyes had become pitch black, and he couldn't see anything at all.

"Will I finally be able to go back? That's fine. ”

I don't know how long this pain lasted, until Zhang Tude lost consciousness, and he no longer felt any pain.

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Somewhere in the woods of the Great Liang Kingdom, a strange-looking strange man used his saw-like left hand to cut off the thigh of the young man in front of him, so that the young man could no longer escape, and a little behind the strange man, there were more than a dozen corpses of men and women wearing the same clothes as the young man.

Those men and women were disciples of the same sect as the young man before their deaths, although they didn't spend much time with the young man, but they were also the few friends of the young man in this world, and now they all died at the hands of this strange person in front of them.

"I didn't expect you to have a magic weapon made of heart elements on your body, which I didn't expect, but you don't have any other means, so don't struggle, so you have a few more hours to live."

After all, as the last type of material, it is better to use it when you are alive. ”

"Wait, my lord, I have something to tell you."

In order to survive, the young man can only choose to beg this strange man for mercy, not that he is afraid of death, but that he has something important to do, he can't die now, he told the strange man some secrets hidden in his heart, hoping to arouse the strange man's interest so that the strange man can let him go.

The young man said many things in one breath, including that he was not from this world, and he knew that the strange person in front of him was Liang Mo's evil cultivator, and they were very interested in this kind of thing.

"My lord, if you want to know everything about the other world, I will tell you everything, and I am willing to give everything to you, my lord, I just ask you to spare my life, I still have very important things to do."

"I'm sorry, I urgently need materials like you now, and it will take a lot of time to find others, and if I can't find them in three days, my decades of hard work may be in vain." Liang Mo Xie Xiu tied up the young man, and then said:

"I don't know if what you said is true or not, you are not a heart element, and you disciples of the Ten Thousand Dreams Sect always like to have those strange dreams, so I can't let you go, it's a big deal I'll wait to make your pain less."

Perhaps it was because the young man understood that the evil cultivator would not let him go no matter what, so the young man changed his words:

"My lord, I'll go with you, but I want to make a bet with you, whether I win or lose, I'll be at the disposal of the adult, but if I win, please help me do a small thing, okay?"

"Oh? Let's talk about it. ”

"My lord, do you believe that a person can survive after death without relying on other means but on his own?"

Liang Mo Evil Cultivator shook his head after hearing this, and said:

"It is true that people can be resurrected by some supernatural powers and magic weapons after death, but if they don't rely on external objects at all, I'm afraid that only a few legendary monks and evil spirits, as well as those things in the heavens, can do it."

"Do you believe that I have the ability to come back from the dead?"

The evil cultivator didn't speak, but the young man could tell from his eyes that he didn't believe this, and hurriedly continued:

"My lord, I bet you that I will be resurrected after death, and if I do come back to life, even if I win, I will forget a lot of things.

So I want to write something on paper, and if you can meet me who comes to life, please give him what I wrote, okay? ”

Although the young man knew that telling the evil cultivator in front of him these things might make his situation even more disadvantageous after the resurrection, he had no choice, many things he finally knew, and it was related to the lives of his family, he couldn't forget it, he could only choose to fight.

"That's fine, you can write it, and if you can really come back to life, I'll give it to you."

The cultivator untied the young man's rope and threw him a pen and paper, and the young man did not try to commit suicide or run away again, but wrote something on the paper.