Zhang Liao moved his gaze back from the corpse explosion, furious, where the ground was flat. He knew www.biquge.info that Adu might have been killed......

"Where to run!" monstrous thunder rushed out from both of his arms at the same time, not a thunderball, not a thunder ring. It was two chains of thunder as thick as his arm, pouring straight out on the soul of the Nightdo, who was in a brief hesitation.

A two-foot-tall translucent soul body with eye sockets larger than fists. Now, each eye socket is infused with a chain of violent thunder, holding the eye socket bright—

The soul stiffened all over, opened its mouth wider than a bucket, and made a painful "ah-" sound, which merged with Zhang Liao's angry "ah-" sound, one with trembling, the other with vibration, an incomparably harmonious male duet.

Gradually, the soul kicked its legs and lost its life.

"Almost......" Pusira admonished.

"No!" it was Zhang Liao's turn to go violently. He seems to be full of hatred that others can't understand, and at this moment he has finally found an outlet.

With a retraction of his left arm and a twist of his right arm, he used a single thunder chain to remotely turn the Night Governor's soul in the air.

The left arm once again emitted a surging electric light, this time directly into the chrysanthemum-

The right arm also slid down two feet, transferring the thunder chain to the mouth. Pinch up and down again...... The two electric currents converged in the chest cavity, and a huge electric spark erupted, melting and dissolving the soul.

The air smells terrible, bloody, and burnt.

"It's too much electricity...... "Puciera said again.

This scene made the Valkyrie, who is known for her violence, also a little sideways.

Rayfa came to an abrupt end.

"Whew-" Zhang Liao bent over his knees, panting.

He's a little out of his mind......

In Pusilla's astonished gaze, the huge, naked, thunderbolt-scorched soul body was gradually dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye—until it turned into thousands of void molecules, and then disappeared into the void.

Is this even the destruction of the soul? This phenomenon was beyond the scope of her cognition, and she was speechless for a while.

Zhang Liao straightened his back, ignoring Pu Sila, and did not have the joy after the victory.

At this moment, only the two humanoids were left in the hall, and the others were all blood, flesh, and bone residue.

Step by step, extremely heavy, Zhang Liao, who walked to the corner of the wall, squatted down, and groped in the thick plasma-

"Zhang, mourning. Man is inherently dead. Luckily, we're still in the underworld, and we may be able to find their souls soon......"

Pusira showed the compassion of a great grandmother at this moment, trying to comfort her comrades.

"Nope. Zhang Liao's body stiffened, turned around and said solemnly, "I have found their physical bodies now." ”

He slowly lifted his bloody, bloody hand, holding a pocket pagoda in his hand, and he could no longer see its original color.

"What's that?!" Puciera looked retarded.

"The rough big seven houses belong to my friends...... Guys. The architect smiled brightly and returned to his professional roots.

It seemed that he had finally let go of his heart, Zhang Liao sat directly in a pool of blood, not caring about the smell of dirt, just hugging the same blood-red pagoda tightly, smiling stupidly, silent and without tears.

At this moment, he has determined in his chest that the most memorable thing in this life is still his old friend for many years. As for Wen Congxin, of course, it is another kind of feeling, and the depth cannot be measured by the time system, so I will not make a forcible comparison.

He immediately made another decision, if what Bai Qi said was true......

I, Zhang Liao, are the famous general Zhang Wenyuan - so what!

The memories of his past life were washed away by Meng Po - so what!

Times are rolling forward, I am still alive, I am grateful.

In this life, you must live willfully-

Let all the people who are behind the scenes me have nothing to do.

Love happily, hate happily, live happily!

He spread out a jumble of declarations in his mind, and did not read them to anyone.

Every word is deeply engraved on his existing soul. The knife goes into the marrow, and you will never forget.

"Zhang, what should we do now?" Pu Sila looked at Zhang Liao's stupid appearance, a little flustered - she hadn't panicked for many years, so once she panicked, she would be very nervous.

This trusting question finally brought the bloody man back to reality. "Oh?

Zhang Liao got up one by one, solemnly put the pagoda in his arms, patted it, looked at the iron cage elevator and said with confidence, "Now, the two of us, kill it!"

Wow, this answer is very gentlemanly, and instantly switched the big mama to Valkyrie mode, "Okay-go, save Shao!"

The two of them stepped into the elevator with great dignity, and as soon as they lowered their heads, who is this, oh mom! Why is there still one left?

In the iron cage, there was a man in gray lying on his stomach, face down, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Zhang Liao squatted down and raised his hand - "Lao Pei!"

It was the indifferent face of Pei Min, the sword saint of the Tang Dynasty, who lacked expression.

Pu Sila slapped her hand, "Wonderful!

Zhang Liao, who was rigorous in his thinking, was not so optimistic, he tried his breath, "It seems to be inhaling, very weak, still inhaling...... How can he inhale so much?"

Pusira was very curious when she heard this, and also squatted down to try the other nostril, "Really, I've been sucking...... Oops, don't suck!

The two looked at each other, and they lost their minds for a while.

"Take your hands off. Both nostrils are blocked by you, how can I suck it?" the Sword Master opened his eyes and shook the two of them at the face of complaining.

"Hahaha, you're not dead—" The two perpetrators resounded at the same time, not in the slightest bit of unpleasantness.

Pei Min opened his eyes, finally sniffled and began to exhale. After a long time, he finally spoke again, "Not dead yet." The rhythm of my breathing is unusual, and this is what my master taught.

He said that when breaking down a door and killing someone, remember to suck out the air first. Let someone else have no gas to suck in, you've already won half the ......"

Poof--The big ocean girl spat at Xingzi and sprayed the Juggernaut in the face. She quickly covered her mouth with the back of her hand and stepped back half a foot.

General Pei's jokes, although cold, are really rare—probably only when he can't lift his hands.

Zhang Liao also smiled, he was very happy that this friend was still alive, although he was not in the world. At least this skin—he poked it with his hand, it was warm and elastic, and it belonged to a living person.

"How did you come here?" Zhang Liao couldn't wait to ask, after all, the capital is so big, it's not easy to think of coincidences.

Pei Min tried to change his position to a more comfortable position, but to no avail. Pusira helped him set it up with the medical knowledge that nuns must have, and he was very satisfied.

"I have nowhere to go. The guy who kidnapped Xuanzong disappeared as soon as he entered the underworld, and I relied on my master to guide me and came here to settle down temporarily, wanting to hear the news before I started. I didn't expect ...... I was discovered by these big ghosts. What I didn't expect was that you also followed. This is the underworld, too dangerous. Leave me alone and go...... If you can find your way. ”

"We have a way, don't worry. Nature will not leave you behind. Where is your master? Do you want to take him with you?" Zhang Liao was sincere.

Pei Min reluctantly turned over, and glanced into the hall halfway, "Find the Night Governor's bag, a big leather bag." ”

Before Zhang Liao could get up, Pu Qian pulled an arrow step and rushed out, flipped the cold body of the Night Governor, and touched it on his waist, "There is!"

It's really easy to find, because the bag is huge.

When I opened it, I was stupid, "It's all hearts, and all hearts are ......"

Pei Min seemed to be a little dizzy, closed his eyes for a while, and then opened them again, "Every heart has a soul stored. In this building, many people have suffered. You touch down and look for my knife. ”

The foreign girl boss was not happy, closed her eyes and poked her hand down in disgust, and in a slippery cooing sound, she finally pulled out a 99-type paratrooper knife.

For some reason, even though she was holding the knife with only two fingers, she was still full of repulsion that she wanted to put it away. "Zhang, this knife is unclean. Don't ask why, my light constitution is sensitive. ”

Zhang Liao was stunned, he had also played with this knife in the desert, except for the gloomy and sharp, he had no other special impression.

Pei Min stretched out his five fingers and motioned to give him the knife. Relieved, Pusira immediately complied with his request.

Pei Min had a knife in his hand, like eating opium, his entire upper body stood up, he took a deep breath, and his spirit suddenly recovered.

He simply sat cross-legged in the cage, sandwiched the blade between his palms facing him, and said solemnly, "Master is above, I, Pei Min, have failed to kill the demons, and I am ashamed." Today, with my blood sacrifice blade, I pray to show up and show the way. ”

After finishing speaking, he decisively slashed the blade towards his forehead-

Zhang Liao didn't know why he wanted to stop him, but it was too late. The blade instantly cut a longitudinal wound, which was undetectable, and only the blood beads gushed out to mark the location.

The beads of blood flowed hesitantly down the blade, and when they met the swallow of the gauntlet, they swallowed with a clatter.

The dark light swung like a mesh, and a gray smoke flashed out of the blood groove, condensing into a figurative soul on the ground.

It is the soul of a person, as is customary, naked. The scariest thing is the face - what kind of face is that?

The criss-crossing scars almost treat the face plate as a meat case, and it takes at least fifty catties of minced meat to form this effect. All the facial features disappeared into the ravines and ravines, and even the eyes were gone.

"Don't be afraid. "A crack in the scar that could barely be called a mouth, and the teeth are still straight. "I know you're Pei Min's friends. My name is Nie Zheng, and I used to be his master, but now I can only be regarded as his sword soul. ”

Nie Zheng! This name evokes countless associations with Zhang Liao.

The first assassin in history, Nie Zheng, who is righteous and cloudy. Compared with Jing Ke, which is favored by literati, it is even better. As for the latter, the crappy court performance is nothing more than the halo of King Qin's winning government, so that a hundred schools of thought can sing along with the trend.

But everyone who gets involved with the big man has become the second big man, and this has been the case for generations. Therefore, there are endless fame seekers, or to hug the thighs as a profession, or to scold the gods as a profession, happy and persistent - eventually become notorious. This can be described as a way to make a name for yourself.

Don't underestimate the notoriety, that's also a name. The name is based on the size and is sold by two catties. Famous money is looking for you, and nameless money is looking for money. The smell doesn't matter, and the smell is big enough to attract glittering business opportunities.

As soon as Nie Zheng spoke, the boundless murderous aura immediately enveloped the entire hall. It's cold to the bones, and it makes people's hairs stand on end.

This feeling-Zhang Liao immediately noticed how similar this feeling was to the broom of the cleaning aunt Nie Yan!?

Ding! A different disconnection was instantly put on again.