In a town in the northern part of the Skyland.

The combination of two people appears very abruptly on the street.

One was dressed in a long robe, with long dark red hair fluttering in the wind, a gourd hanging on the left side of his waist, and a pure white mask hanging on the right.

Behind him was a tall, thin man, who was half-naked in the extreme cold of the north, with red skin, short hair, and eyes that looked at passers-by.

If you want to talk about appearance, it must be that the young man in front of him is more handsome, while the person behind him looks a little obscene.

"Zhao Liang hopes you remember my words"

"Eat one, chop one"

"There are no limbs, cut off the internal organs, you can recover anyway, right", Zhang Er's calm words made Zhao Liang listen to the cold hair stand up... I couldn't help but shudder.

After all, such cruel words are like eating and drinking water in his mouth, which makes people feel extremely frightened.

"Don't worry! I will definitely be able to change it", Zhao Liang patted his chest and assured loudly.

After all, you can't run, you can't fight, you can't fight, what else can you do.

"Wait for Lao Tzu to sleep and see if I don't kill you", Zhao Liang followed behind and glanced at it viciously, muttering in his heart.

The two went to a tavern and booked a room.

They sat in a corner of the hall, not to mention Zhang Er.

This Zhao Liang eats like chewing wax... I'm about to vomit out after taking a bite, after all, cannibalism has been cold for many years and eating some normal food is inevitably a little uncomfortable.

"Heavenly Monarch... Or I'll have a little bit of a bar"... Zhao Liang's face was embarrassed, and he looked at Zhang Er and said pleadingly.

Zhang Er glanced at him, and knew that some habits could not be changed in an instant, and nodded.

The tavern guy filled his wine bottle and brought up a large vat.

"Zhao Liang, you said that you have been here in the Heavenly Domain for more than thirty years, haven't you heard of the Holy Spirit Clan?" , Zhang Er looked at him a little puzzled.

After all, according to his memory, the Holy Spirit Clan seemed to have existed a long time ago, and even that old patriarch knew Ling Tianjun.

Zhao Liang shook his head and replied: "I don't know, and most of the time I am on the periphery of those towns, and many big tribes have prohibitions on slaughtering at will."

"And the Holy Spirit, does it exist? I don't know", Zhao Liang grabbed a piece of raw demonic beast meat and took a bite.

After all, he also has to eat, Zhang Er saw that he was pitiful, and this habit of eating people was slowly corrected.

"What about the merfolk?" , Zhang Er put down the wine bottle and asked again.

Zhao Liang was stunned, obviously a little strange about Zhang Er's question, but he still explained: "I know about the mermaid clan."

"But they are hiding in the deep sea, and it seems that they have something to do with the demons, and they are not blessed by the gods."

Saying that, Zhao Liang glanced at Zhang Er, and made sure that the demon clan he said didn't let him react before he took a bite of meat with confidence.

And Zhang Er fell into deep thought, and couldn't help but think of a person in his heart, that is, Wu Ma Qianzhi.

If the mermaid clan has always been related to the demon clan, then is it possible to say that as long as you find the mermaid clan now, you can find the witch horse to move to it.

You can even get some of the current situation of the demon race from his mouth, such as how far the demon king has progressed now.

Whether it is already preparing to enter the divine realm, or is it in the accumulation stage.

Zhang Er must figure out these things, otherwise there are many things that he can't figure out in just a hundred years.

It can even affect your own plans.

After taking a sip of turbid wine, Zhang Erchang breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and looked at Zhao Liang.

"Tomorrow we will set off for the deep sea", hearing this, Zhao Liang hurriedly shook his head, don't laugh.

That merfolk are extremely weird, and they can even manipulate thunder and lightning, and according to rumors, they can also use their voices to create illusions, not to mention that he is such a selfless god.

Even if the god of war ventures to go, he may be trapped in the deep sea without seeing the mermaids.

Not to mention, the ocean is Zhao Liang's nemesis, he is born with fire, and water is the most annoying.

"O Heavenly Monarch... Look, is there a possibility that I don't have to follow you to that merfolk? Zhao Liang said and put down the raw meat in his hand.

He now felt that this person was definitely here to take revenge on him, not only beat him up, but also didn't let him eat people, and now he actually wanted him to go to the mermaid clan.

There... He has an enemy... Isn't it looking for death when you go like this?

Zhang Er just glanced at him coldly and didn't speak.

Let Zhao Liang understand, either you will fight to the death with this bastard called Ling Tianjun here, or you will obediently follow...

Don't you have to think about it, it must be the second way, the first road is blocked at all.

He couldn't see through this person at all, and he didn't know what level he was, much like the power of the God of War, especially the sword that could kill gods, so he didn't dare to look at it directly.

But it's strange that he doesn't have any coercion that only belongs to the god of war.

Even he has reached the entry stage of the power of space, and as long as it is a battle, he can urge the control of space.

But the last time I fought, let alone the power of space, I could see a sword, so I subdued him.

"Your pocket can hold a lot of things", Zhang Er asked inexplicably, which made Zhao Liang, who was already thinking about it, stunned, and nodded hurriedly.

"Of course, what are you going to do?"

"Before you leave tomorrow, fill me with all the wine here", Zhang Er finished speaking, and a small cyan sword lit up on the tips of his fingers, without any warning at all.

Zhao Liang was stunned for a moment, and the small sword had already disappeared into his forehead.

"Heavenly Monarch! This?! Not to mention anything else, this hand didn't react at all, so that Zhao Liang panicked.

"Don't be afraid, it's not a big problem, you have to keep some hands on it if you stay by your side, or what if you kill me while I'm sleeping?" , Zhang Er seemed to be smiling, like a demon.

Zhao Liang stayed in place, looking at his back slowly going upstairs, he couldn't help but murmur in fear: "Who is he..."

Not only was he unable to see through this person called Ling Tianjun, but he even felt that his whole body was being seen through by this person.

He is like a transparent crystal, placed in front of him without reservation, without a little privacy...

Early the next morning, Zhang Er walked on the road.

Behind him, Zhao Liang chased after him with excitement on his face.

"What, it's all pretended?" , Zhang Er glanced at it and asked flatly.

"Of course! It's all here! Zhao Liang replied excitedly.

"Did you give the money?" , Zhang Er asked again.

Zhao Liang was stunned for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly, "What kind of money to give?" ”

"Wine money", Zhang Er was suddenly stunned, turned to look at his somewhat dull face, seemed to think of something and said, "Why don't you have no money?" ”

Zhao Liang looked as a matter of course: "Of course! ”

Zhang Er's gaze swept across the center of the town, the tavern had no signs of life, it seemed that this was the time when the goods asked for wine... was refused, thinking that he was going to rob them all and kill them.

Zhang Er took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, blaming himself for not making it clear... How could you have imagined that... Wrong.

He's eating people, and what money does he spend...

"Heavenly Monarch? ... So what's wrong? Or... Do I return the wine? Zhao Liang cautiously took a few steps back and asked uncertainly.

Zhang Er waved his hand, "Don't go."

At the foot of the mountain, there was a scream like a ghost crying, and the bag of wine was quietly placed on the stone.

And Zhang Er's fists were like punching sandbags, pressing Zhao Liang to the ground and beating him violently.

"What are you crying about, hold it back", Zhang Er snorted coldly in displeasure.

He is still followed by Zhao Liang, but now his whole face is swollen like a pig's head because of Zhang Er's fist, and even if he has the ability to recover, it will take a long time to reduce the swelling.

"Just say... You have to do it... How much it hurts... Isn't it okay for me to ask more next time...", Zhao Liang followed behind with a whole face crying and peeing.

Full of grievances, originally for him, killing some mortals was just like eating and drinking, and there would be no mercy at all.

But it's good now, Ling Tianjun said just now, killing innocent people will cost you a life.

His fist hurt so much that it hurt even more than the god of war beating him, and his soul trembled.

Now I owe him, thirty-two nights... Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

"So you have to walk over there... There's still a long way to go...", Zhao Liang followed behind and whispered.

"I want to see familiar scenery, why don't you like it?" , Zhang Er had a smile, but in Zhao Liang's eyes, he looked like a demon.

"What a villain..."

"Yes... More vicious than me, more vicious than the demons..."

"No, with... It would be better to call it a dog thief", Zhao Liang followed behind, secretly scolding in his heart that he had already given Zhang Er the title of dog thief.

Let Zhao Liang do it, and it was Zhao Liang who was beaten, this is not what a dog thief is.

After walking for a day and a night, although it was just a stroll, the speed was not slow, and the two of them had long disappeared into the wind and snow.

The goose feathers and snow in this heavenly domain, as well as the ice that has not melted for thousands of years, are really the most unique scenery in all interfaces.

Zhang Er drank wine and warmed his body.

Unlike Zhao Liang, whose body is a flame, he is not afraid of the so-called wind and snow at all.

"A pot of warm wine", the two sat in an inn.

It may be a bit lonely because it is set up near the village road, and there are no guests near dusk.

The guy who was lying by the stove stretched his waist a little lazily when he heard the voice, and hurriedly ran over to greet him.

"Guest, would you like to try our family's special ice lake carp! I tell you absolutely fresh! ”

Looking at the guy's colorful description, Zhang Er nodded.

And again: "One more, and then another raw"

It was a little strange, but the guy didn't think much of it, and ran into the kitchen as soon as he slipped through the smoke.