No matter how ruthless Zhuang Chengqian is, no matter how ruthless he is. He will also be heartbroken about Zhuang Mingqi's death. After all, it was his and Song Wanxi's only son.

But he knew very well that under that circumstance back then, he would not be able to save Zhuang Mingqi if he appeared. He knows what the right choice is, he's just making the right choice.

He hurts, but he doesn't regret it.

The only choice in his life that made him regret was Song Wanxi's death, and the White Bone Venerable God said that he didn't shed a single tear at that time, and he didn't deny it. But at that moment, it was useless to shed tears, and he did not do useless things.

"Do you know what I hate about you the most?"

'Zhuang Chengqian' faced those two soul fires, and never regarded him as a god, only as an opponent who had to be defeated: "I always say these emotionally provocative words without any emotion. You think you know a lot about people, but the gods have been doing it for a long time, and you don't know what a person is!"

"You think you know me?"

He unsheathed the Sauvignon Blanc sword from his waist and threw it deep into the ground.

He was fed up with the constant resistance of this sword weapon, so he simply threw it aside.

But it's not so much that he's fed up, it's that he's just removing all distractions and getting himself to the top of his game. Greet the White Bone God head-on.

Because the fate that he has been waiting for for a long time, almost two hundred years, has come!

"Great as you, do you remember......" he asked the White Bone Venerable, "What day is today?"

What day is it?

In the inner mansion, Jiang Wang's brows furrowed, and he found that he was ...... It seems to have fallen into Zhuang Chengqian's design again.

Summoning the White Bone Venerable God to break the game should be his flash of inspiration and a genius move. But Zhuang Chengqian seems to have prepared in advance.

He was not afraid of the coming of the White Bone God at all.

Even judging from the tone of his voice, the day on which all this happened now was chosen by him.

This feeling of being in the middle of the game is very unsettling.

What day is it?

The White Bone Venerable listened to the question clearly.

This day is not simple.

It is the third day of the first lunar month, Red Dog Day, which has always been an ominous period.

And the White Bone Venerable God is clear and clear, and it has a deeper meaning.

Because this day is the day of the tribulation he set for Zhuang Chengqian, and it is the period of Zhuang Chengqian's lifelessness!

The Immortal Tribulation is his strongest divine skill, and it involves his divine source power. Easily uninitiated.

There is no life and no life, there is death and no life.

Even if Zhuang Chengqian was already a real person in the world, he was not fortunate enough to be lucky if he fell for this technique.

He was also very puzzled, and he didn't understand why Zhuang Chengqian was able to live until now.

Until now, Zhuang Chengqian has given the answer.

It was true that he could not resist the power of the Immortal Tribulation, or he had never been free from the Immortal Tribulation at all. His feigned death and escape, and his escape with a remnant soul in the middle of his life, is just a delay......

The day of the catastrophe that should have happened nearly 200 years ago has been postponed to today!

He may not be able to delay any longer, or he may not dare to give Jiang Wang another year to grow, or he may not dare to bet on next year's robbery day.

But in any case, it was his chosen day.

In other words, the advent of the White Bone Venerable God today is something that Zhuang Chengqian has prepared for a long time!

So, where is his preparation?

Click, click.

There was a soft sound of two bones rubbing, and the white bone skeleton jumped to its feet.

He no longer waits for power to accumulate perfection!

Either can't, won't, or ...... Can't.

A netherworld deity who has spent a long time changing his mind for Zhuang Chengqian.

But it's not unusual. Even such a great Netherworld Deity has been swayed by Zhuang Chengqian more than once.

His kingdom of white bones and his plan to come into the world have all been affected by Zhuang Chengqian to a greater or lesser extent.

Of course, this skeleton is not the original deity of the White Bone God, but it is also the strongest body he can apply to this life, and it is the precious accumulation of his countless years in the past, which is enough to show his terrifying power in this life.

Crossing the two realms, it cost a lot of money to send this body to this ancient demon cave.

His request, of course, was not to vent his anger.

Or that He doesn't necessarily have the emotion of "anger."

He wants to really take control of the situation and sit in the "robbery"!

It's a light jump, but there's a sense of nature that blends into the world.

In this life, in this long, in this line.

This skeleton seems to have been born into this ancient demon cave, and this leap is a natural thing to happen here.

Frost light flow on the bones.

In the midst of the cruel coldness, there is a holy salute.

Let people fear Him, worship Him, and believe in Him!

Before he really made a move, the body that 'Zhuang Chengqian' was now occupying was already unable to move.

It was with great will that he could compete with the kneeling instinct of the body.

This body is just a body cultivated by the supernatural powers, and it is completely intimidated by the power of the gods.

In the process of leaping, the white bone skeleton's slender and fragile bone hand gently closed together to form a fist.

The body that 'Zhuang Chengqian' now occupies is completely shackled, "lifted", and fixed in mid-air!

Waiting for the due divine punishment and meeting the doomed death.

The Fist of the Skeleton is unleashed. At the same time as it was swinged, it had already landed on the face of 'Zhuang Chengqian'.

Syllable!

There was a fierce crunch.

'Zhuang Chengqian's head did not explode as a matter of course.

Because a palm as white as jade, at the last moment, it went around to the face of 'Zhuang Chengqian' and stopped this punch!

Almost at the same time as the white bone skeleton swung his fist, the blood coffin standing behind 'Zhuang Chengqian' also suddenly opened!

A stunningly beautiful woman jumped out of the middle.

'Zhuang Chengqian' used Song Wanxi's demon body and Song Hengjiang's divine soul to combine the blood puppet true demon, and he came out of the coffin at this moment.

The Blood Puppet True Demon and the White Bone Skeleton, ignoring space and time at the same time, collided with each other around the physical body that 'Zhuang Chengqian' now occupied!

At this moment.

'Zhuang Chengqian' was immobilized and was fixed in mid-air.

The white bone skeleton that jumped up, facing him head-on, the skeleton fist that could not be fully closed, pressed in front of him.

But that suffocating and terrifying divine power could not be advanced any further.

The beautiful woman was clinging to him, and his soft body was perceived by him.

The white and silky jade arms gently bypassed his body, and the palms turned outward, stopping in front of the face of this body.

The palm of his hand was followed by the fist of the white bone skeleton, the back of his hand pressed against his face.

Cold to the touch.

However, the heart is hot.

Don't speculate, don't grieve.

Song Wanxi covered her face with her hands and hugged him in her arms.

There is no need to look back, 'Zhuang Chengqian' can completely imagine the phoenix eyes and red lips behind him, every little bit of subtlety, the exquisite curves, and the thrilling beauty.

She was clinging to him.

She's protecting him.

It was as if she had returned, as if she had never left.

Did she never leave?

At this life-and-death juncture, 'Zhuang Chengqian' slowly closed his eyes.

He felt a tremendous softness in his heart.

Even if this kind of warmth is false, even if there is a bloody cruel truth under the skin of warmth, even if he himself is a part of that blood, he wants to be intoxicated.

Even if it's brief.