A sneer appeared from his mouth.

Those eyes were one orchid and the other black, and they seemed to express disdain for the power within the void, and the laughter grew louder and louder, and the more they ridiculed, the more ridiculed they became.

His body slowly spasmed in the void, his back straightened.

His arms were spread and his legs were steady.

There are several bright lights in the body, like stars, flickering non-stop.

One, two, three.

The entire eight divine seals slowly flickered, revealing their quaint figures.

"Ling Tianjun, you really always fill me with hope," Zhang Er muttered, a smile rising inexplicably from the corner of his mouth.

A transparent horn, growing on Zhang Er's forehead, is Wang Xiaozhi's thunder horn.

The two arms, the flesh and skin bloomed, and the bone blades grew along the bones, and they lay quietly on the arms, sharp and long over the back of the hands.

Slowly, his skin flipped up one scale, and at first there was only one, isolated from the top of his neck.

Then more and more, denser and denser, starting from the tips of his fingers to surge upward, the jet-black scales like a dragon scale armor, growing all over his body.

In the end, they all stopped at the neck position, emitting a black light.

Even on the back wings, from the bones at the upper end of the wings, there are barbs.

The state of the divine seal actually belongs to the devil, and there is no objection!

Zhang Er felt the strength rise wildly, until he broke through the limit, and the beating of the scorching heart went from the first 30,000 times to the terrifying 50,000 times.

His body was blazing with fire, like an apostle in hell, more like a devil who had fallen from heaven.

A roar that shook the space exploded in this nothingness.

His face became more and more hideous and painful, and so many powers erupted at the same time, bringing more than a simple increase in strength.

Instead, Zhang Er became the ultimate of the unity of gods and demons, the so-called phase is born from the heart, and this divine seal does not have any physical image.

The horn of thunder's anger is Wang Xiaozhi's mourning for his dead sister.

The bone blade of the arm is Sun Bin's belief in obsessively protecting his family and friends.

And the dragon scale armor is Wen Xiaoxiao's disguise to pretend that he really didn't open his heart.

The wings are Zhang Er, struggling in pain, one representing the pure color of protection is pure white, and the other is the color of pure black filth of killing.

Coupled with Sun Yi's strength, the wings grew sharp barbs.

It was only then that Zhang Er was achieved at this moment, with a demon-like body.

The only thing missing is... It is Hu Tian's hope.

Zhang Er's eyes burned with scorching madness, and his body suddenly opened, rolling wantonly with the power of mania, and threw a punch in this nothingness.

"I will go back with everyone's hope! Turn the world upside down! ”

The sound of the explosion was followed by the whistle of the fist wind, and it rolled backwards like broken glass.

And he rushed into the darkness, Zhang Er was never afraid of the darkness, nor was he afraid of loneliness.

But he was afraid of failure, afraid that from now on, just like them, he would never get an answer to the endless reincarnation.

Afraid of disappointing those who await him.

In the darkness, a light suddenly appeared, and a person slowly walked out.

This person is tall, even if his eyes are closed, but his face is not angry and arrogant, and Jin Guangwei'an is close behind, he is the master of this world.

It's also a remnant of the god who stays in the enchantment.

"Haha, is that such a weak guy as you?"

"Let the demons step through the god platform, even if they die in the war, they are weak and pitiful"

From the fragmented clues, Zhang Er has found the answer.

What a trialist's way home, what a divine path! It's all because of the demise of this guy, and the last of the last.

There was only one person who stood on the altar again, and it was him, and it was Ling Tianjun.

But nothing has changed, those people are gone, and none of them will survive, just like that day.

Ann had just arrived at his house and said.

In the end, all the trialists will be destroyed, and only one person will be left to take over the altar.

He didn't believe that Sun Bin would kill him for the sake of Shentai, more possibilities.

It would be that they voluntarily gave up the fight and died at the end of the divine path, which Zhang Er couldn't accept, obviously this way was just so that everyone could come back to life.

But in the end, it was this result, and I could only modify the time and reincarnate the soul in my body, trying again and again, comparing again and again.

Failure after failure is the cause of fate, and it will run to the same end.

is also why, when Zhang Er saw him, the so-called Shentai did not have a trace of the breath of a god, he was already too tired.

With so many souls split into countless fragments, he was no longer the high-ranking Ling Tianjun.

It's not the original person anymore, only the rotten body still hangs on obsession, hope, and hope.

"Pathetic! Ridiculous! ”

"You can't do it, can you!! I'm just a part of reincarnation! ”

"But I don't think it's you."

At this moment, Zhang Er is all transparent, and the divine path may be inevitable, but now he is the only one who can reverse everything.

"Lord, even if it's your remnants here"

"I will also kill all the way to the god platform and correct all this, you have to wait for me, I will arrive one step ahead of the demons"

In the distance, the remnants of the god opened their eyes suddenly.

Those eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world, majestic, invincible, noble!

There was only a figure full of rage, waving its wings, and it arrived in an instant.

Holding the Ling Tian Sword, he broke through everything in the world.

The sword light is five feet, and the sword body is five feet.

And with the infusion of power, a pleasant sword sound sounded from Ling Tian's sword.

The so-called Ling Shi everything, the sky grows, the sword sweeps the void, the hundred-foot sword body, exudes a turbid evil aura, and slashes through with a sword.

The void cracked and slid irregularly, and the remnants that belonged to the god lord looked at Zhang Er with doubts in his eyes, and seemed to be very puzzled.

"Die, even if it's your body, wait for me"

The voice was crisp and cold, cutting through the void and cutting the barrier set by the god lord.

"Good show..."

"It's open"

In the void above the heavenly domain, a figure jumped out, and his figure was blurry and unclear.

You might have seen those two huge wings, gliding with him and disappearing into the sky.

Perhaps Ling Tianjun who had seen the afterimage before seemed to be very comfortable and free.

It may be that they know their fate, but they can't change it, so to speak, they can't change it.

It's just that in this world, there are a lot of items or powers left to help the next person who comes, but Zhang Er doesn't think so.

If you just put your hope on the next person, sooner or later, that ontological Ling Tianjun.

will die in the true sense because of the lack of soul, and this road will not be able to go out after all.

You will always be trapped in a roundabout building, even if you have stepped on the top of the mountain, you don't know that there is a heavenly path on this mountain.

If he could, Zhang Er would be willing to be the first person to split the path of heaven, at least he was not like them.

There are so many people who can't be forgotten, and there's no way to forget.

Maybe they just chose the easiest path...

"Then leave the most difficult path to me"

In the heavenly domain, it belongs to the territory of the Oolong clan.

A man with a pair of wings behind him is talking to someone.

"Hey! I don't say hello when I come", a person in the distance walked over with a reproachful smile.

This person has a head like an oolong, a long beard and a black face, and a medium figure, but the people around him are all respectfully stepping back and kneeling.

It is the demigod of the Oolong clan, Long Le.

And the strong man of the Winged Terran who was talking earlier was the demigod of the Winged Terran, Afternoon Tea.

Afternoon Tea turned around and shook his head.

"I don't, but I heard your son say that you are in retreat, and I am here to lead the procession to confess the door, and I must disturb you."

The two did not at all look like the two races that had hated each other a thousand years later.

It's more like a friend who has known each other for many years.

"What do you say! Let's go drink, I'm not allowed to run today! Long Le hugged the afternoon tea with a big grin, and his face was full of happiness when he saw his friends.

And Wu Cha looked embarrassed and explained: "Today, the clan needs a lot of resources, so I said that I came to bring people to know the way, and I have to go back."

"You... Okay", after twisting for a while, Long Le didn't let go.

He instructed the clansmen to go to buy goods first, and walked to the tavern with Long Le.

"You said that you, you are busy with your family and tribe all day long, and you want me to say what to worry about"

"Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, okay, where they go in the future is their own choice, you can rest assured, come over every day to find a drink, how good~"

Long Le said indifferently, grabbed the wine jug and poured a large glass for afternoon tea.

"I'm not as big as your heart, and if the tribe hasn't gained a foothold for a day, I'm sure I won't be able to rest," Afternoon Tea said, sighing.

"Stand firm? You don't die, I don't die, can't you still stand on this foot? ”

"I really don't understand you, demigod! The best combat power in the sky! As long as you want, expand your territory at will, don't those small tribes have to be obedient? Long Le said, raising his wine glass.

Bite~

The two glasses collided, probably because they were too full, and the wine was shaken out a bit.

"It doesn't matter if you expand your territory, I just hope the tribe can be better"

Wu Cha said and looked at Long Le with a difficult look and said: "Although the grain reserves in the southern region are sufficient, it is rainy all year round, so that many of the grain and grass reserves in the tribe have become moldy and inedible."

"Coupled with this year's drought... I am afraid that those who have no strength in the clan will starve to death."

"They just do the most ordinary work, and they all have to rely on me to support them, how can I say that I will let go of them, you should be the same as you"

"It's free, the Oolong Clan doesn't need food and grass to support, just eat the Demon Eater"

Long Le laughed, not looking down on it, but more like singing praises to the greatness of afternoon tea.

"You said that people like you are really tired of living, young and want strength, and finally get it and start worrying about those trivial things"

"If you want me to say, wouldn't it be better for us to just leave here and let our children and grandchildren be self-sufficient, and go to the ancient tomb to seek ascension?"