When the juice enters the throat, the sweet taste instantly activates the dull taste buds, and the flesh with a small amount of juice easily opens the esophagus.

Da Zhu Wuhuang only felt comfortable all over, and even the roots of his tail began to feel a little numb.

'No, it's not going to be fucking food poisoning, is it?'

After a long time, Da Zhu Wuhuang held his already swollen head, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him very depressed.

It stands to reason that his body has been transformed several times, not to mention that all poisons are invasive, and most of the poisonous miasma has no effect on himself, but today he can actually eat food poisoning...

After pouring a few more mouthfuls of spiritual milk, the burning sensation in his mouth subsided slightly, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang secretly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

With intuition, Da Zhu Wuhuang always felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was very familiar, but obviously he had never seen him before, and this familiarity made Da Zhu Wuhuang confused.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the gaze of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang at all, bent down and carefully searched for the herbs growing by the stream, and picked one from time to time and put it in the back basket.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Da Zhu Wuhuang, who was following the middle-aged man, secretly opened his spiritual sense and investigated.

But soon Emperor Zhu Wuhuang withdrew his spiritual sense and looked puzzled.

Under the investigation of the spiritual sense, the middle-aged man in front of him did not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, not even the killing power in this dualistic world, it was purely like a blank paper that had not been rendered in any way.

But the more this is the case, the more Emperor Zhu Wuhuang feels that it is wrong, in such a place full of aura, let alone a person, even if it is a pig, the meat quality should be reborn into a fairy pig.

But this middle-aged man is still like an ordinary person, there is no fluctuation in his body, and even his vitality seems to be sick.

Wondering and summing up, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang still didn't dare to act rashly, he couldn't forget what kind of strong people lived in the surrounding buildings above his head.

It is not possible to look at this seemingly deformed dualistic world with ordinary eyes, and while madness brings power to humans in this world, it gradually erodes their will.

The higher the promotion, the smaller the backlash of madness, and similarly, if it is not controlled, the more terrifying the consequences become.

After all, once a god-killing overlord-level character becomes mad, it is not possible to slaughter even his own people.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang, who lowered his head and thought hard, didn't notice that the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly got up and hit his back, almost knocking out the herbs in the back basket.

Retreating again and again, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was full of apologies, "I'm sorry, I was thinking about the problem just now, and I didn't pay attention..."

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand, "Blame me for getting up so suddenly, I didn't say hello, I'm used to being lazy, pay attention next time." ”

"And next time?" Da Zhu Wuhuang was a little worried about how to escape.

"Since you're here, let's go to the cold house and drink a cup of tea. The middle-aged man said, pulled up his trouser legs, and walked across the stream towards the gauzy clouds.

Walking slowly with his boots and bare feet, the clouds gradually dispersed to both sides, and it was rare for Emperor Zhu Wu's state of mind to be so peaceful.

There is a wooden pavilion in the center.

At this time, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was sitting in the pavilion, watching the middle-aged man busy.

On the stone table in the center, a small stove is emitting a trace of smoke, and a soft fragrance of medicinal herbs is diffusing in this pavilion.

Watching the middle-aged man throw unknown herbs into the furnace, Da Zhu Wuhuang was a little worried, although he boasted that he would not be invaded by a hundred poisons, but so many herbs were drunk into his stomach, it was difficult to have a cross-poisoning.

After being busy for a while, the middle-aged man strained off the slag with a smile and poured a cup for Emperor Zhu Wuman first.

"Try my homemade medicinal tea, it has the effect of nourishing yin and replenishing yang, especially for you young people. ”

Looking at the medicinal tea like loquat ointment, Da Zhu Wuhuang smiled reluctantly, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

An extremely spicy and pungent taste came to his head, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang almost vomited it.

The middle-aged man didn't show much, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"Amazing, you can drink such a stimulating tea, and it's really a heavy taste..."

The middle-aged man who drank the tea seemed to be a different person, the smile on his face disappeared, and only numbness remained, and the nervous Da Zhu Wuhuang naturally didn't notice it, but just thought about how to get out later.

After drinking three cups of medicinal tea in succession, the middle-aged man put down the cup, and his pupils were a little dilated.

"This medicinal tea is pungent and spicy, and it is not something ordinary people can eat, but I have drunk it for more than 100,000 years..."

"This place is lonely and gloomy, and ordinary people can live in it, but I have lived in the corner for more than 100,000 years..."

"Today, I want to ask you, is this retribution for me?"

A series of abrupt questions smashed over, and Emperor Zhu Wuhuang looked confused.

And the middle-aged man is no longer as elegant as before, a pair of sword eyebrows are raised, the breath of his whole body rises sharply, and the cold breath rises from all directions.

Although Emperor Zhu Wu, who was sitting in place, was still in a state of confusion, he had already noticed that the middle-aged man, who was originally more ordinary than ordinary people, was rising at an extremely terrifying speed...

"Ten... Seventeen seniors, calm down. Da Zhu Wuhuang tried to phrase it, "Although we haven't been in contact for a long time, it can be seen that you are still kinder in your heart." ”

"Kindness?" the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently, "Do you know how far away this word is to me?"

Without waiting for Emperor Zhu Wuhuang to ask, the middle-aged man sat down again and said lightly, "You are not from this world, and you are also here for trials?"

Great Zhu Wuhuang nodded.

"How long have you been here?"

"It's almost a year. ”

"In one year, millions of people are about to be slaughtered, which is really powerful. The middle-aged man's gaze became colder and colder as he looked at Emperor Zhu Wu.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had a misunderstanding about himself, Da Zhu Wuhuang hurriedly said, "I didn't kill those innocent people, I killed all those who should be killed." ”

"Who should be killed, who is innocent?" the middle-aged man said lightly, "If you disturb your mind, you should be killed, and if it has nothing to do with you, you should not be killed, is this wrong?"

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was speechless for a while, he wanted to refute something, but he couldn't think of what to say for a while.

"Are you innocent, should you kill or shouldn't you kill?" The middle-aged man's pupils gradually condensed, and all the terrifying aura exposed by this body was withdrawn into his body, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.

Cold sweat oozed from Da Zhu Wuhuang's sideburns, he pretended to be calm, his head was racing, and he refuted it with the same words, "Are you innocent? Should you be killed or not?"

However, the next words of the middle-aged man made Emperor Zhu Wuhuang fall into the ice cellar, and his buttocks on the chair began to tremble.

Chapter 2885: Promotion in the Flesh

"I deserve to be killed, so I was punished 100,000 years ago, and now you should be punished too. ”

The white shirt covering the middle-aged man's body began to transform into a dull blood-red from the mouth of his heart, and the aura around his body surged again.

Dull, blood-red lines began to appear on the middle-aged man's neck, and the depths of his pupils were all soaked in blood-red at this moment.

The big Zhu Wuhuang with cold hands and feet was still sitting in place, this middle-aged man who was mistaken by himself for not having the slightest breath fluctuation, in a few breaths, his breath rose even more terrifying than the previous god-killing overlord.

And this dark blood-red pattern, when Emperor Zhu Wuhuang entered this dualistic world, he had only seen it on a remnant soul.

It took five hundred years to achieve the blood soul of the Lord of God Killing.

This is the supreme seal that represents the Lord of God Slayer.

And Emperor Zhu Wuhuang finally understood that how could he be a mediocre person who could make hundreds of god-killing overlords call them adults?

The wooden pavilion trembled, and the stone table forged from a single stone was rapidly turning into powder.

The dull blood-red aura was like substance, filling the entire space, and the heaven and earth, which were originally like fairyland spiritual realms, turned into a blood-colored Shura battlefield in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was still sitting in place, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him with a shocked expression, completely turning into the Lord of God Killing.

The middle-aged man in a blood-colored robe raised his palm covered in blood lines and waved it at the Great Zhu Wuhuang in front of him.

The space shattered into mottled streaks, the void gap spread, and a blood-red scar was cut off!

At this critical moment, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang only felt that the blood red flashed in front of him, and after fixing his eyes again, he found that he had been in the blood soul long knife, and he didn't know when he was standing in front of him.

And the long scar cut off from the head was naturally hardened by the retreat, and his blood-red figure also dimmed a lot.

In this blood-colored battlefield, two god-killing lords with the same blood pattern looked at each other at eye level.

The same dark blood color gushed out majestically from the retreat body, but in an instant, it actually opened up the same blood color realm.

Emperor Zhu Wu, who finally came back to his senses, after a few words of nervous entrustment to escape from the world, rushed out of the area where the two faced each other, squatting behind a mountain rock a hundred meters away and watching the next battle.

Just when the battle situation was about to break out, the voice of the Great Zhu Wuhuang suddenly sounded in the ears of the retreat and a little ashamed, "Master, in order to support the scene just now, I directly overdrew my internal strength... I'm afraid you're going to have to play next..."

The big Zhu Wuhuang, who was squatting behind the rocks, was full of messy.

Then, the retreat that was still full of momentum just now turned into a bloody shadow and disappeared into the long knife in an instant....

"Fuck you, your uncle's escape!"

"Boom!"

The mountain stone in front of Emperor Zhu Wu exploded, and the whole person rolled out with the Blood Soul Knife.

The middle-aged man covered in blood came in an instant, and the arm that turned into a bloody blade was cut off without any mercy.

Avoiding the unavoidable, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang hurriedly blocked with both hands and crossed his sword.

"Zheng!"

The tiger's mouth cracked, and the crimson blood burst out, which was quickly absorbed by the blood soul, and the dark red blade began to give birth to Dao blood lines.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang only felt severe pain in his arms, and his joints seemed to be about to crack.

The middle-aged man who was fighting with him was extremely fast, and then kicked Da Zhu Wuhuang directly out, and at the moment when he was about to fly out, another punch hit Da Zhu Wuhuang's face.

It's just that between breaths, Da Zhu Wuhuang flew out upside down, and he hit his head on the mountain rock before he could stop his retreating figure.

Red blood oozed from the corners of his nose and mouth, and the blood with the smell of rust was constantly stimulating the consciousness of Emperor Zhu Wu.

The aura emanating from Emperor Zhu Wu's body began to diffuse a crimson aura that symbolized tyranny.

It was a stage unique to the Messenger of God Killing, the embodiment of tyranny and murder.

Qingming's pupils were gradually covered with spreading blood, and the world in his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of sticky blood.

Da Zhu Wuhuang shook his head vigorously, and the tyrannical feeling that gradually controlled his head slowly dissipated, and one of the pupils in his eyes gradually faded.

A pair of pupils, clear and blood-red.

The excitement gradually climbed, and the thousand-petal lotus platform in the dantian began to rotate rapidly, and the majestic aura was transported to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The sense of fear gradually subsided, and looking at the Lord of the Killing God who had already swept over, the Great Zhu Wuhuang was the first to raise his sword.

Two figures collide!

The blood soul long knife that slashed diagonally was aimed at the middle-aged man's arm, and behind the back of the Great Zhu Wu Emperor, the figure of the retreat condensed again, his hands were condensed, and with the action of the Great Zhu Wu Emperor's downward chopping, he slashed in unison.

"Zheng!"

This symbolized the combined blow of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang and the retreat, cutting off the breath on the middle-aged man's arm and blocking his next move.

Da Zhu Wuhuang, who has not yet lost the ability to think, has a joint force of retreat, and almost raised his speed to the extreme.

After the blow, the wrist rotated, and when the hands were held again, the narrow blade had already changed its posture and cut horizontally according to the middle-aged man's ribs.

The dark blood color continues to dissipate, and there is a blood soul that is also symbiotic for the Lord of God Killing, and the destructive power of the light can be imagined.

The blood soul behind Emperor Zhu Wu obviously used his strength to feed, and almost all of his internal strength was supplied to him.

"Shh

The two figures collided together, their eyes looked at each other, and the aura of substance swept up in an instant, and the ground quickly cracked.

Waves of fluctuating blood surge.

As early as just now, the escape of the remnant soul finally lacked internal strength and reclassified into the long knife.

And this final blow was purely resisted by Emperor Zhu Wu with his own strength.

The corners of his eyes cracked, and the black robe on Emperor Zhu Wu's upper body had been torn by the breath, and blood oozed from his exposed skin.

And the middle-aged man in front of him was still indifferent, all the fighting attacks just now, in exchange, were just a few tears in the middle-aged man's robe, and even the wounds were not caused.

The arm that was engaged with the long knife pressed down again.

Great Zhu Wuhuang, whose spiritual power was already seriously overdrawn, had no strength in the palm holding the hilt, and could only watch as the blade of the Blood Soul Long Knife sank into his shoulder blades.

A crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and the right shoulder blade of Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was already shattered.

But the palm of his hand holding the hilt of the knife did not loosen, and even began to clench.

The double-petaled lotus platforms in the dantian were all dim, and the aura was completely exhausted.

Really, there is no way to live...

A faint, but firm blood-colored aura appeared in the dantian of Emperor Zhu Wu.

Immediately after, the second and third blood-colored breaths began to be born.

This power does not seem to be as evil as I thought. ’

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