Many bearded people are drunk, 84 years, finally able to leave this dark ghost place, can see the haunting blue sky and white clouds, and finally can return to the embrace of the mother civilization, how many eighty-four years of life are there?

When I think about it, I can't help but want to cry.

As for Gondor, who had a glimmer of ambition in his heart, he finally stopped his nonsense.

He was thinking about the heroic treatment he would get when he returned to the main civilization! Not only to fight for a position of power for yourself, but also to win better treatment for a boatload of people, how much of a career can you make with 12,000 descendants in your hands!

This Admiral, who is known for his strength, prudence, and wisdom, rarely showed a frowning expression.

And then...... He was a little tired.

Really, I'm so tired!

"You guys eat and drink, I'll go back to my room and pack my luggage." Zhang Ming said hello to this group of Honggang people, picked up the kennel, and returned to the room.

"Please!" Gondor also knew that this transcendent didn't bend so much, just greeted him casually.

"Brother Hao, you sleep with Xiaobai. My room, even if something goes wrong, don't come in. ”

"Ahh (Okay, even if we scream and cut our throats, we won't come in.) Xiaobai called.

After all, he is Shi Mama's turtle grandson, and Xiaobai has also cultivated to some spiritual abilities now.

"I'm screaming throat, you still have to come in and have a look......" Zhang Ming scolded, returned to his room, and calmed down a little apprehensive.

He had a magical premonition that with the completion of the final seal, the Demon God's [Long-cherished Wish] would not give up!

Today is its last chance!

"If you don't come today, the seal will be completed, but you won't be able to penetrate a trace of power."

"But I won't say a word today, and I won't scold you, so let's just say goodbye quietly. Eldest sister, I've worked hard, I've never seen such a funny, specially entertaining demon god. ”

Zhang Ming sorted out some luggage in a good mood, for a full 84 years, in addition to cutting monsters and exploring, there was only learning, Honggangren's forging skills, weapon exercises, he almost learned everything!

And with the ability of "Soul Splitting", splitting soul subtypes to transform items, he is like a great forging master!

"So this time I have to bring a lot of luggage, hammers, pliers and other tools, easy to use, these old guys have used the pulp. Bring these parts, save me and knock it myself. ”

"These books ...... Bring it with you, too, and you can check it out when you're bored. I've slept on this bed for so many years, forget it, bring it all! ”

Zhang Ming is a nostalgic person, and if he was not careful, he moved the things in the room empty.

Presumably, Honggang people will not care about this thing, and even wish he would bring more.

Then he lay quietly on the only piece of furniture in the room, the bed, and closed his eyes.

Only in the depths of his eyebrows, a trace of powerful mysterious thunder and lightning lingered, protecting his soul.

[Lightning Mastery: Alienation] After long-term use, he finally cultivated to 100% control and 12300 spiritual points.

Immediately after that, he could not enter an inch again.

Zhang Ming always felt that there was still a lot of room for improvement in this purple current. Because through the blessing of "Soul Burning", purple electricity can be strengthened.

But no matter how hard Zhang Ming tries, Zidian can only break through the inherent limit in the state of "soul burning".

Once the "Soul Burning" is canceled, that realm will fall again.

He really didn't have much to do about it. In the end, it can only be boiled down to the fact that a person's wisdom is too limited, he doesn't even have a person to discuss and communicate, and some things are too difficult to explore.

After a while, Zhang Ming fell asleep groggily.

As expected, he ended up falling into that mysterious dream.

The purple electricity in his mind seemed to sense something, and it magnified violently, automatically turning into a sharp sword in his hand.

……

It was still a space full of mysterious gray mist, a raging dark red flame, standing high in the sky, emitting a vast and majestic light.

Zhang Ming raised his head.

The flames flickered and danced, as if all the secrets of the whole body had been seen through.

However, compared to the beginning, the majesty and mystery of this flame are actually greatly discounted.

This is because the Abyss Seal is constantly improving, and it is difficult for the power of the [Long-cherished Wish] to be passed on anymore - from this point of view, the Wishing Demon God is not omnipotent.

"Gah!" Zhang Ming was in a good mood and screamed, "Quack! ”

[Long-cherished wish], you're here, long time no see!

The dark red flame shook a few times with some conditioned reflexes, thinking that Lao Zhang was going to be yin and yang again.

But obviously, after Lao Zhang screamed a few times, he didn't move.

(Alas, I won't talk to you today, the greeting just now is my parting gift.) We'll never see each other again. ）

Lao Zhang thought in his heart, and then lay bored in this mist, playing with the purple lightning in his hand, like pulling a piece of plasticine.

[Hello, I am a long-cherished wish, I can make your wish come true. Do you really have no desire? 】

Zhang Ming was indifferent.

The dark red flame returned to its original form, and tried to ask, "Maybe tomorrow, we will be parting, and you will lose the opportunity to make a wish. 】

[Or perhaps, in tens of millions of years, we can meet again.] 】

Is this threatening my Lao Zhang? That's right, one day you will be able to travel to this world, but my old Zhang's dead ashes are gone, and you can resurrect me if you are angry.

Zhang Ming felt a little funny, and continued to play with the lightning bolt wrapped around his fingers.

[Actually, you don't have to be afraid of me, I'm just a ...... who fulfills your wishes As long as you are strict enough when making a wish, the probability of accidents is very low. 】

[I don't have clear good intentions and bad intentions, but my way of thinking is different from normal life. 】

"Gah!" Zhang Ming shouted.

[The trading rules of the judgment balance are a strict order, and they are not something I can control. 】

Obviously, in the last dream, [Long-cherished Wish] began to be anxious, and Balabala said a lot of things, wanting to make Lao Zhang make a wish.

It really can't miss this anchor object!

You can even make a wish to never see me again!] No matter what you wish, you can! 】

Zhang Ming crossed Erlang's legs, played with his lightning, and happily watched the performance of [Long-cherished Wish].

Never to ...... That's an exaggeration, do you know how long it will always be? The number of Ge Liheng is a zero compared to "forever", Pang Jialai's return can be restarted indefinitely, and the eternal variables are too great, I can't make this wish.

One of your [long-cherished wishes] Demon God's leg hair can crush my Lao Zhang!

Although my old Zhang used to scold you a lot and scold you for doubting your life, I didn't mean to......

I was really scared!

The red flames kept beating, watching the time pass, Zhang Ming was about to wake up from the dream, and suddenly, the [long-cherished wish] jumped.

[Since you don't want to make a wish, then I can only figure it out by myself. 】

The red flame jumped on top of the huge judgment scale, and countless gears began to spin, making a "bang" turning sound, and the huge balance slowly poured down at one end, as if something like magma was flowing.

Immediately after that, I didn't know what I had done, and as the levers and chains pulled, the balance slowly returned to balance. Countless whispers filled this space.

"Can this be? Make a wish for yourself yourself?! Zhang Ming, who was dumbfounded, his scalp was numb, and he slashed with the lightning in his hand.

The "pop" dream was torn apart by lightning, like a glass soap bubble bursting, and quickly dissipated.

Zhang Ming jumped up from the bed suddenly, his pupils dilated, and he gasped for breath.

There was a subtle sense of vertigo in my mind, as if worms crawled through my mind, forming a series of strange text marks. He used lightning to clear the strange symbols, and fell into deep thought.

"[Long-cherished wish] I have made a wish to myself, even if I destroy the dream, it may not be able to hinder its trading ceremony......"

"What does it want to do? What is it like to make a wish for yourself? ”

"It may pay a relatively high price, otherwise it would have already made a wish to itself, and there is no need to make this choice last."

"In addition, across the world...... At such a long distance, the strength will inevitably be greatly weakened, but there is no need to worry too much. ”

That being said, a demon god secretly covets it, this pressure is not something that normal people can bear, and cold sweat can't help but come out of Zhang Ming's head, dripping down one by one.

Zhang Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If I knew it, I wouldn't have scolded it so fiercely." ”

"But if I had to choose again, I would still be viciously yin and yang."

But what do you say about this......

Whether it is scolded or not, the ill-will of the long-cherished wish will last for a long time, and it may still take the same action.

In addition, the pleasure of insulting a demon god is really irresistible, and that experience is too unique for Lao Zhang to refuse.

Think about it, it was obviously a Da Luo Jin Immortal, but he was severely abused by a mortal, but this Da Luo Jin Immortal could only endure it stubbornly, and then his anger was full and he repeated the sentence "What is your wish]?

The remorse in Zhang Ming's heart, the remorse did not scold more fiercely.

Even if it's the last day, he should have a few words of yin and yang.

land raising,

Zhang Ming's brows furrowed, and he sensed that there was a cold power brewing in the room.

He simply closed his eyes and perceived the world with his sixth sense.

There was something beside him, and it made a sharp sound, like metal scraping against the blackboard, which made people faintly uncomfortable.

"I'm afraid of a yarn, if it can help me, why wait until now?" Zhang Ming comforted himself.

Suddenly!

The world has changed.

It's no longer a familiar bedroom, but an endless dark space.

Nameless mist, rising up.

Zhang Ming's cold sweat broke out, and he turned his head sharply to find a small gourd the size of a fist, as if slowly emerging from a mirror like ripples of water.

Glowing red!

(End of chapter)