Every scene in the fantasy suddenly appeared in front of me, as if it was a horse watching flowers, and it was vivid in my eyes, as if I had experienced it myself.

In the end, "Zhang Zheng" disappeared on the cliff.

Confused, trance, depraved, distorted, despairing, regretful, envious, relieved......

All kinds of emotions flashed in the eyes of "Zhang Zheng", but it was a summary of her life, in just two or three seconds, she chose to understand herself and let herself go, just because she knew that she had been ruined.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were full of doubts, is everything that "Zhang Zheng" experienced true or false? Or is it an illusion or a reality that has not happened?

No one could give her an answer.

The breath of life that gradually faded away pulled Zhang Zheng's mind, her eyes rolled, and then lit up, as long as she found Wansheng in reality, wouldn't there be an answer.

Moreover, listening to the conversation between the two, it seems that this Wansheng is going to leave this strange place, and will still stay in the Nether.

Just follow him.

Zhang Zheng felt the guidance of the breath of life and flew after him.

Half an hour later, she brushed aside the cascading clouds and mist to chase after Wan Sheng, touching his figure, her calm expression turned stunned, her pupils shook suddenly, her right hand brushed over the storage bag, and the burning stick was clenched in her hand.

The lowered eyelashes slightly blocked the coldness in the sharp eyes, but they couldn't cut half the ruthless anger.

This guy is actually the man in black who attacked her in the Guyuan Secret Realm.

He was still wearing a black robe, exactly the same outfit as he had that day, and even the long sword he wore at his waist was the same.

No wonder, she felt that his hoarse voice was a little familiar, but it was not similar to the little boy who took out the pill in Obstacle Worm Ridge.

Zhang Zheng looked around vigilantly, probing the breath of life for a week, to make sure that no one would suddenly appear, and his eyes showed a touch of determination.

She doesn't want to take the initiative to provoke trouble, and she can avoid those who have malicious intentions with her, but she will never let those who have already tried to kill her go free.

She can't beat the high-level monk, and no matter how much she hates it, she can only run for her life, lest she avoid it, and it is important to save her life.

But this Wansheng is comparable to her cultivation, and she even lost slightly to her in the secret realm battle that day, since she met him today, she must not watch him leave safely.

This is a great opportunity for God to give her, regardless of whether he is the scum Wansheng in the illusion, he is sorry for "Zhang Zheng" in the illusion, and in reality he wants to kill Zhang Zheng.

Both reasons were enough for her to take revenge on him if she didn't share the sky with him.

"Whoa—"

The cold light broke through the clouds and mist, and the dagger was like a dragon in the pool, quickly rushing towards Wansheng's eyebrows.

The crisis came suddenly, enveloping the entire mind, Wansheng subconsciously dodged sideways, and the dagger blade slashed across his cheek, piercing half of the ghost's face, and pulling out a bloody mark that was deep and bone-seeing, shocking.

As soon as he dodged the dagger, the danger of annihilation fell from the sky again, and a shiver and chill from the tail vertebrae drilled straight into the skin of the brain, and the scalp tightened, and he didn't have time to look up, so he drew his sword to resist with instinct, and rolled to the side with force.

"Bell—"

The sword was blown away and disappeared into a sea of clouds.

As soon as the blow missed, Zhang Zheng saw that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he simply tore off the hidden talisman, his eyes were sharp, and he deceived himself again.

The long sword pierced through the sea of clouds, like a traceless thunderbolt, and the momentum was compelling, stabbing straight at Zhang Zheng from behind.

Feeling the chill behind him, Zhang Zheng did not let go of the offensive at all, his mind moved, and he separated a wisp of divine consciousness to control the dagger, flying from the side, blocking the attack of the long sword, and entangled with the long sword.

Zhang Zheng's speed was extremely fast, Wan Sheng didn't have enough time to react, the burning stick quickly dilated in his eyes, his pupils were extremely constricted, and he turned sideways to avoid it in embarrassment.

The burning stick smashed a hand bone that could not be avoided, and the crisp bone cracking sound, and the hand bone was broken alive.

Wan Sheng withdrew his hand and stared at Zhang Zheng indifferently, as if it was not his real hand that was broken.

The sound alone made people feel a bone headache, and it must have broken in a crushing way.

It's a pity that none of them smashed their heads, or simply knocked him unconscious, and then tortured him how to get out of this hellish place.

The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips rose, staring strangely at Wan Sheng, who was also calm and relaxed, she didn't believe that he could have such a rare teleportation charm this time.

Even if there were, as long as he wasn't knocked out of this place all at once, she would always find him slowly.

On the other side, daggers and swords were in touch, fires splashed everywhere, and the sharp clanging sound continued, regardless of whether they were up or down.

Wan Sheng had obviously recognized Zhang Zheng as well, and did not show a trace of surprise, the mustard seed space flashed, and a top-level shuttle with a length and width of three zhang appeared out of thin air.

There is not a small gap between them, Wansheng knows this very well, and if he can't beat it, he will escape.

At the moment when he was about to escape into the shuttle, "Light Spirit Formula" was running to the extreme, Zhang Zheng raised the burning stick, and his figure appeared directly beside the shuttle.

"Boom ......"

The fourth-order flying magic weapon completely collapsed under the full blow of Zhang Zheng's burning stick, and from the inside out, it was all shattered into dust and ashes, which was to announce its scrapping.

Wan Sheng's escaping footsteps were stopped, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, staring directly at Zhang Zheng, revealing two points of dark violence.

Zhang Zheng didn't bother to care whether his eyes were sharp or not, no matter how sharp she was, she would do her best to kill him to prevent future troubles.

The vines of the adult man's waist, with green leaf stems, crawled all over a radius of dozens of miles, like a dragon dancing with snakes, flexible and vigorous, and entangled towards Wansheng.

The long sword was driven by Wansheng to get rid of the dagger, no longer to make senseless entanglements with the dagger, and roared, breaking through the air and rumbling.

"Boom—"

The sword slashed, and the vines that bound his legs were easily severed, and at this moment, the dagger burst into blue light, stabbing straight into the heart on the left side of his chest.

Golden opportunity!

The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips hooked, and he jumped up, and the burning stick was covered with a layer of golden sharpness and earthy majesty.

With a deafening roar, the cloud was smashed into a huge hole, and the lone sword smashed through a blade.

The breath of life is still there, although it is faint, it looks like an old man is in the waning mountains.

Zhang Zheng was too lazy to wait any longer, and he jumped in rashly and might encounter an ambush, so he urged the vines to go deep into the bottom of the pit, grabbed the unconscious Wansheng's waist, pulled him up from the pit, and threw him to the ground mercilessly.

"Vomit ......"

His back slammed into the extraordinarily strong ground stratus cloud, and a mouthful of scarlet blood vomited, blood stains pouring out from the corners of his mouth.

"How do you get out?"

Zhang Zheng pinched Wansheng's neck with one hand, and held a dagger in the other, picking up the tattered half of the ghost face, the tip of the knife against Wansheng's eyebrows, piercing the skin, and a drop of blood came out.

Wan Sheng skimmed his eyes and stared at the ghost face that was thrown away, silent.

With a slight force on the dagger, the wound expanded, and the blood beads merged into a blood stream, flowing down the eyebrow bone.

"Don't want to answer? Then don't blame me for soul searching. ”