For a while, Zhao Zicheng sat at the door and thought for a long time.

The clock is ticking.

Half an hour passed.

The oppressive force in the room has reached its peak, the clothes of the rest of his life have been completely stained red with blood, and the whole person seems to have just been fished out of the blood tank, wet, and even there is continuous blood, sweat is fused, and finally drips on the ground.

Under his feet, it was already scarlet.

Even the injuries on the body that only left scars have collapsed, and it looks like they are on the verge of dying.

"Boss Yu, quit!"

"I can't stand it!"

Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but look at Yu Sheng's back and shouted.

But the rest of his life still stared stubbornly at the middle-aged, clenched his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and he had no intention of retreating at all.

"Damn!"

"Bloody and bloody, I've never been afraid!"

"Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu can also hold on for a while, this kind of opportunity is too rare! ”

However, Zhao Zicheng, who had just recovered a little, took a deep breath, just like taking a bath and entering a sauna, and a fierce man plunged into it again.

The oppressive force like a vast ocean swept through Zhao Zicheng's body again.

He snorted, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was about to be swept out of the door almost instantly, but he clung to the door frame, not taking a step back, his eyes were bloody, and he allowed his body to crack and open one wound after another.

This time, it didn't last long.

Half a minute later, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help it and was blasted out.

But he was like Xiao Qiang who couldn't be killed, rested for a while, and then broke in again.

Over and over again.

Even at the end, he was trembling, resting for a few minutes, but only being in the room for a few seconds.

Even so, for Zhao Zicheng, it was like a physical baptism, which completely consolidated his foundation.

If he originally led to Jiujue and was just a muddy path, then now... It's an asphalt road.

Although he can't let him gallop all the way, at least... He really had the opportunity to be promoted to the Nine Senses.

This opportunity is the most precious.

There are countless people in the human race, but who dares to say that they will be able to enter the Nine Senses in the future?

On this road, the corpses of the fallen people can already be piled up into mountains.

At least until now, there are only a handful of people who have reached the finish line.

Just when Zhao Zicheng wanted to step into the room again, the coercion that permeated the entire room exploded at this moment.

Yu Sheng, who was already facing a certain critical point, spewed out a mist of blood from his mouth, flew upside down, and half-knelt on the ground.

And the middle-aged man also completely opened his eyes.

A pair of indifferent, arrogant eyes, looked around the room, and finally fell on Yu Sheng.

He slowly got up, looked at the rest of his life, and frowned again.

“*&&……*”

The middle-aged voice was full of the majesty of the superior, and the oppression in the room was suddenly emptied.

Yu Sheng took a big breath of air and looked at him blankly.

Apparently...

Didn't understand.

“*&&%？”

The middle-aged man spoke again, but soon seemed to understand something, and shook his head slightly.

The next moment, in the mind of Yu Sheng, a middle-aged voice came.

Just like the phantom of the ancient beast clan before, it came from the soul communication: "You are not the Celestial Clan? ”

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded softly.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and smiled self-deprecatingly, as if through the memories in his mind for the rest of his life, he learned about the current outside world and the situation.

"The plan of the year still failed after all..."

"Rise of the Orcs..."

"The cycle of cause and effect, perhaps, this is fate."

He didn't have the joy of recovery at all, and there was a little regret in his tone: "Awaken, demon core... Novel paths. ”

"But relying on external objects is not the right way in the end, and it is difficult to break through the red dust."

The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something interesting, constantly flipping through the memories and pictures of the awakened in his mind for the rest of his life, and finally commented.

Unlike the Ancient Beast Clan, the Ancient Beast Clan can only take the initiative to reminisce for the rest of their lives, and they can only peep a thing or two.

But middle-aged people can take the initiative to read it domineeringly.

"If you want to get out of the step between life and death, you always have to rely on your own strength."

"No wonder... No wonder..."

"Descendants have their own way to descendants..."

The middle-aged man didn't look particularly sober, his speech was intermittent and muddy, and he kept muttering some strange words in his mouth.

For the rest of his life, he was suppressed in place and completely unable to act.

What made him strange was that it was not the power of the rules of the old principal that trapped him, the realm and the like, it was completely the aura exuded by the middle-aged himself.

"Celestials... Gone in smoke..."

For a long time, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, his hands were behind his back, and he walked in front of Yu Sheng, and in Zhao Zicheng's vigilant gaze, he stood at the door of the building, looking up at the sky, his eyes were complicated, as if he was recalling something.

"The Celestial Clan is gone, my city is gone..."

"Now..."

"I'm gone..."

The middle-aged man just stood at the door, bathed in the sun, turned his head, and glanced at the rest of his life in the room: "You... It's very good, even in our Heavenly Clan, it can be called Tianjiao. ”

"After all... It's still a failure. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned around, slowly closed his eyes, raised his hands, and opened his arms, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

"Layout for 10,000 years, recovery for a moment."

"Tens of thousands of people are scrambling, is this a chance, or torture..."

Zhao Zicheng vaguely seemed to hear the middle-aged man's soft whisper, and the next moment, the middle-aged's heartbeat like a drum slowly stopped, the blood no longer flowed, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath weakened.

Eventually, the body turned into a Dao light spot and dissipated in this heaven and earth.

There is only one last word, which is left between heaven and earth.

It seems to mean something.

"We, why do we need to borrow the energy of the beast clan to show our might?"

"How can the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon?"

The voice continued to echo in the void, but the middle-aged person had completely disappeared, leaving only an ordinary jade pendant falling on the surface outside the door, inconspicuous.

(The pain of sitting on the wooden chair to code words, the pain of the tail bone to death, I feel like I am going to be wasted...) ）