Grabbing the barrel of the gun, Wang Xiaozhi smiled slightly, and shook his arms towards the corpses that attacked again.

The thunder was loud and terrifying.

The thunder flower on the tip of the spear instantly sensed, giving the maximum thunder intent, and the roar caused thousands of corpses to shatter.

The dust and smoke slowly disappeared, and the rolling thunder maintained a scorching temperature, leaving the corpses without any chance.

Bone meal? Let's just go straight to dust.

A few minutes later, Wang Xiaozhi excitedly grabbed the barrel of the gun, and with a sonorous sound, it was embedded in the ground again.

And the surrounding corpses were all gone, as if they didn't exist at all, and there was nothing left but the slowly rising ashes.

"Dawn God is mighty and domineering!!" , two salted fish, desperately shouting 666 in the back.

"Sister Sun, didn't your strength come back either?" , Sun Bin tried again, but there was no reaction at all.

Sun Yi nodded, "Fortunately, Wang Xiaozhi is here, otherwise...", she didn't dare to imagine the terrifying corpse tide.

For~! Boom! ...

The huge bronze bell swayed slowly, emitting a deafening sound, like the sound of the sluice gates opening and releasing water to hit the ground.

Several people blocked their ears in discomfort.

The sound of the pendulum seemed to be vaguely visible as ripples were transmitting in all directions.

It was like a transmission to someone, and there was a clattering sound on the ground of the huge arena, and they saw the ground under their feet and shook suddenly.

Originally, a thin gap was getting bigger and bigger, not only under their feet, but also in the places where the wooden doors were located, converging in the center.

There are eight doors, and if you look at it from above, you must see that the shape of the arena is not round.

Rather, it is in the shape of an octagonal shape, with eight open wooden doors, which correspond to the gossip of the hanging plate.

The ground in the center bulged high, squeezing out a pillar the thickness of a human waist.

In the center of the pillar is a delicate smoking bottle.

As the pillar stopped, several people looked at each other suspiciously, and no one stepped forward, after all, this place was too weird.

Hell knows what that thing is.

Wang Xiaozhi tentatively slammed the tip of the gun, but there was no response, and several people discussed.

Send the horse pool over to see...

He trembled over to the pillar, feeling no discomfort, and set his eyes on the snuff bottle again.

This cigarette bottle is not big, only the size of a palm, but it is extremely delicate, I don't know who made it, and it can carve such a small thing so vividly.

Grab your hand on the lid above and open it slowly.

Ma Chi looked tentatively, found that it was empty, turned his head to look at them and shrugged.

"What's inside?" , Liu Shuo asked loudly.

"There's nothing...", Ma Chi finished puzzledly, and he felt as if he was short... His speech became more and more indistinct.

"No... East... vomit~", before he finished speaking, he passed out.

Several people were startled, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in their heads, and only for a moment, they all fell to the ground.

There was a dead silence again, as if nothing had happened.

In the ancient castle far to the northeast, Hu Tian and Wen Xiaoxiao also slept on the ground, and there was also a pillar and a delicate cigarette bottle in front of them.

When everything is calm again, the castle towering above the plain glows in the moonlight.

……

Zhang Er in the cave had been wrapped in a thick layer of cocoons, and purple liquid was constantly flowing out of his left hand.

I don't know when, I've completely wrapped him.

A hand slammed, piercing the purple cocoon.

Immediately after, the thick cocoon began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing Zhang Er, who was naked inside.

Zuo Qiang's soul had already been burned by him, but the remnants of demonic energy had not completely disappeared.

It has become an imprint that melts into Zhang Er's body, and the lethargy that accompanies him in these days has changed his body and his mind as a human little by little.

At this moment, Zhang Er's face is still the same as before, but the edges and corners are more distinct.

He sat up straight, his head bowed and his eyes closed, not knowing what to think.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and suddenly a faint black light flashed, and those eyes were incomparably deep, as unpredictable as the night sky.

"Ann... Are you there? His voice became cold, machine-like.

She gently floated out and looked at Zhang Er's face, full of confusion, and replied softly: "I'm here"

"Let's go, let's worship the Holy Spirit Clan," he said, standing up, grabbing the void, and a set of animal skin clothes appeared in his hand.

Walking down the Snow God Peak, looking at the still roaring blizzard, he didn't speak.

I lit a cigarette, but the lighter in my hand was not angry, no matter how I pressed it, no flame rose, and it was still the same after a few more attempts.

Shaking his head, a wide knife of the Evenki tribe appeared in his left hand and slashed against the wall.

Bursting sparks ignited the smoke.

The broad knife had been bent and rolled together, and he threw it on the ground at random.

Before the smoke had reached the roots, he had already stepped on the ashes of the Holy Spirit Clan.

Blowing the cigarette butt that was about to go out, it slowly stuck it on the ground, and there was a knife handle that belonged to Chao Die.

With his knees bent, he knelt on the ground with a thud, looking at the ruined Wang Cheng and not knowing what to think, letting the wind howl and blow out the bright light of the smoke.

When he was gone, a red cloth wrapped around the handle of the knife, isolated in the ruins, swayed in the wind.

Instead of returning directly to the Guling region, he came to a small town in the distance, and the night slowly covered the sky, and Zhang Er stepped into a restaurant that was about to close.

There was only one girl inside, still wiping the table.

"Guest, it's closed, come back tomorrow", the girl glanced up and said casually.

"I want a bowl of longevity noodles", Zhang Er's voice was cold, and exuded an inexplicable sadness.

The girl looked at him a little puzzled, and said again: "Guest, I'm sorry, we are closed today"

"I want a bowl of longevity noodles", Zhang Ermian said again expressionlessly.

The girl was stunned, put down the rag in her hand, looked at Zhang Er's appearance carefully, and pursed her lips, "Then guest, wait a minute, I'll ask if there is anyone else in the back kitchen..."

With that, she ran into the kitchen.

After a while, the girl ran out again, and saw Zhang Er still standing at the door as just now, and said softly: "Guest, do you want a wide strip or a thin strip?" ”

"Fine," Zhang Er replied.

"There's no eggs left in the back kitchen, can I leave them out?"

"Well..."

Receiving a reply, the girl ran back again.

Smoke from the kitchen slowly drifted out, and after a while, the girl ran out with a bowl full of longevity noodles.

It can be seen that there is no one in the back kitchen, and she doesn't seem to know how to do it, and her hands are still hot.

The girl's face was embarrassed, "Guest, the cook has gone home, can you see this?" ”

Zhang Er didn't speak, took the bowl, grabbed a bag of jade money that Chao Yan had given him, threw it all to the girl, and then disappeared into the wind and snow.

The girl looked out curiously, but did not see half a figure, closed the door, and went to clean up again.

Zhang Er sat on the steps outside the town, holding his face, and sighed deeply.

"Master, master! I'm going to have my birthday in a few days, what are you going to give me", before he climbed the mountain, Chao Die ran to Zhang Er's side excitedly, blinking his eyes and looking at him expectantly.

"Let's talk about it then, the gift must have expectations"

"Okay, then I'll wait for the master."

Zhang Er wiped his eyes vigorously, raised his head and drank all the hot longevity noodles.

Hot soup burns the throat, less than one in a thousand.

"Happy birthday...", the words came out of his mouth, and he trembled.

Like the stars slowly condensing in the sky, they turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the heavens.

Ann watched what he was doing, not speaking, but silently accompanied.

Zhang Er has changed, he is no longer the same person from head to toe, An can clearly perceive it.

The scene that belonged to the Heavenly Domain was getting smaller and smaller, and Zhang Er grabbed the Ling Tian Sword and rushed straight into the sky.

The sky was full of stars, twinkling non-stop, like kissing the face that was already full of coldness.

I don't know how long I flew, I broke through the fog, I saw a familiar forest, a familiar land, but this person has become blurred.

"Ann... You're never leaving, are you?"

"I will always be by your side, forever", her reply was firm.

Standing in the Guling region, he is.

Looking into the distance, sensing the totem mark in Sun Yi's arms, he rushed straight out.

The scenery in front of him is changing rapidly, and Zuo Qiang is powerful, which Zhang Er has been out of reach before.

But now it's different, he can feel that his body is growing step by step, the feeling of strength, the feeling of really having power, that's it.

In the past, it took three or four days to run, but now Zhang Er can reach it in one day.

He didn't even feel any tiredness, full muscles, full of endless power, he needed catharsis, he needed to find an existence that could release all his strength to contend with.

to vent the breath in your heart that you can't swallow.

Ann's constant companionship relieved his tense heart.

"They have come a long way", Zhang Er came to a small town, sensed the location of the totem, and found that there was still some distance left.

"Take a break, you've been running for a day and a night, and you're going to be unbearable," Ann's soft voice appeared in his ear.

"Okay", Zhang Er nodded and walked into the town.

It's dusk now, and the sky is yellow-red, giving people a comfortable feeling.

"Young man, you're in good health, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"Such a good skill, but I can't dance a sword, it's a waste, it's a waste", Zhang Er turned his head when he heard the sound.

What I saw was an old man, who was still holding a half-height wine jug in his drunken hand, and smiling with misty eyes.

Seeing Zhang Er's strange face, the old man laughed, "There is wine today and drunk today, tomorrow is sad, tomorrow is sad."

"You're very distressed, hey~ Do you want to have a drink?"