"Little guy, do you have the guts to give it a try?" Jian Zu stared at Ying Zheng and said with a smile.
Ying Zheng struggled for a while in his heart, and he thought about it: "It is an honor for me to fight side by side with my seniors." There were dead ends on both sides, and he could only pin his hope on this.
Jianzu looked at Ying Zheng and smiled mysteriously. He seemed to have seen through Ying Zheng's little thoughts, but he did not mean to point it out. Instead, seven sticks appeared out of thin air in his hand, with different colors: red, green, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple.
With a wave of his hand, the seven-pole flag flew directly in front of Ying Zheng, and then said: "This is the Yin-Yang Formation. You only need to arrange the Yin-Yang Formation around the sea of blood of evil beasts, and then use the Sky-Swallowing Bottle to collect them.
Just complete your mission and leave."
Jian Zu had a solemn look on his face, then a light flashed from his hand, and a simple black bottle appeared in his hand, with mysterious symbols carved on its body, and flew directly to Ying Zheng.
Looking at the seven flags fluttering in front of him and a small black bottle, which looked like a small vase, Ying Zheng was a little surprised, but he also understood that with his own strength, he could only do this little favor.
Those strong men back then, even if their current strength is less than one ten thousandth of what they were at their peak, are still not something he can fight against now. If he stays, it will indeed have no effect.
"Senior, junior's strength is low, the high temperature outside..." Ying Zheng said with some embarrassment, and he hated his low strength more and more in his heart. He felt the sorrow of having no strength again and again. With strength, he urgently needed to become stronger.
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"You only need to input a little spiritual energy into the Sky-Swallowing Bottle, and it will naturally protect you." Sword Ancestor looked at the seven-pole flags of the Yin-Yang Formation and the Sky-Swallowing Bottle, with a somewhat nostalgic look on his face, and couldn't help but say, "When you finish collecting those
The blood sea of evil beasts, just take the Yin Yang Flag and the Sky-Swallowing Bottle and leave! Don't insult them, I hope they can continue to protect this world for me."
Ying Zheng felt sincere admiration in his heart. Sword Ancestor's persistence made him extremely ashamed. However, he did not take it seriously. He was not a saint to begin with, nor did he have the heart to save the world.
It was already decided at that moment that he was destined not to be a hero, nor did he want to be one.
As long as he protects what he wants to protect in his heart, even if all living things are extinct, it still has nothing to do with him. Since he is not a saint, he cannot understand the compassion of the saint, let alone a hero, and he cannot empathize with the hero's sentiment of sacrificing his life to save the world.
Therefore, although Ying Zheng admires people like Jianzu very much, he can never understand the psychology of these people. The mother of the earth is like this. In order to save the creatures in this world, now there is only a trace of the soul left. The same is true for Jianzu.
In this way, each of them is extremely powerful and has already stood at the pinnacle of the world. If they want to escape, Heavenly Father may not be able to kill them all.
But they didn't, which gave Ying Zheng an inexplicable feeling. But then he thought about it, and maybe there was only one answer that could explain it clearly, that is, they, like him, had something they wanted to protect in their hearts, and they would rather die.
Fight hard and don't want to be alone.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but think, if that day comes to him and he is strong enough to protect himself, how will he make a choice? Can he ruthlessly and unjustly abandon China, the Qin Dynasty, his hometown, and the soldiers and ministers who have fought for him through life and death?
He felt a little bitter in his heart, laughed at himself, stretched out his right hand to grab the Sky Swallowing Bottle, then put away the Yin Yang Flag with his left hand, and bowed to the Sword Ancestor sincerely: "Thank you, senior."
Sword Ancestor nodded, smiled slightly, and then said, "Are you ready?"
Ying Zheng nodded, naturally knowing what Sword Ancestor meant. He held the Yin Yang Flag and the Sky Swallowing Bottle tightly with both hands, as if this could make him feel safe. He was now like a drowning man, even if he grabbed
He was given a straw and refused to let go.
"The sky and the earth are boundless, and all creatures are like dogs. Hold your sword and charge into the clouds to eradicate all decay. The sky is righteous and you will have to fight until you die. My heart is worried, but I have been in love for a long time." Jianzu shouted loudly, and then burst into laughter, looking relieved.
He looked like this, holding a simple long sword, and with a wave of his hand, the space rippled like clear water with waves.
Ying Zheng felt his eyes go dark, and a burst of hot breath hit him. He was shocked and turned pale. He immediately circulated his spiritual energy and poured it into the sky-swallowing bottle in his right hand. Only then did the hot breath disappear.
Then the huge figure appeared in front of him again, and Ying Zheng's pupils suddenly widened, staring at the giant beast warily.
"Boy, you are still playing tricks with me, let's see if you survive this time." The giant beast was stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily. He wanted to eat the ant in front of him alive.
He played with himself again and again, which made him hate his heart and grind his teeth to pieces. Originally, this kid suddenly disappeared, and he felt melancholy and depressed for a while. He thought Ying Zheng was directly shocked to death by the broken sword and turned into a vacuum.
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It is not that it is depressed or melancholy because Ying Zheng is dead, but it does not know whether it will die together with this broken sword and completely rot in this ghost place. But this little guy suddenly appeared at this time, and it seemed that he had something small.
The secret is actually hidden, and I haven't discovered it yet.
But it is no longer important to it. As long as it swallows this bastard, all the secrets are no longer secrets, they are all theirs.
"Roar..." The giant beast suddenly opened its mouth wide and sucked at Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng only felt that the huge mouth in front of him was like a black hole, emitting endless suction, pulling him, which almost made him scared. But fortunately, it seemed that the swallowing bottle reduced most of the suction force. He
He didn't dare to be careless. After he noticed it, he immediately poured spiritual energy into the sky-swallowing bottle with all his strength. He didn't want to be swallowed by this evil beast and turned into a pile of feces.
"You evil beast, suffer death!" Jianzu's voice suddenly rang out, as loud as a Honglu bell.
"Roar..." The giant beast suddenly felt a splitting headache and let out deafening roars.
On top of its head, the simple and rusty long sword suddenly started to tremble, as if going crazy, and rushed upwards, as if trying to break free from the giant beast's head.
A ray of cyan light rose into the sky, emitted from the long sword, and then came out like a rusty long sword and flew into the sky. The sword body was like a rusty thing, and was suddenly shaken down. The sword body was green, and it was above
Carved with ancient mysterious patterns, the sharp cyan long sword revealed the true face of Lushan, exuding a mysterious cyan light.
"Chongyun Sword, you are finally willing to give it up. You don't want to die together with me! Ha! Ha! We have figured it out. From now on, we will not interfere with the water in the well, and we will take half of the road to the sky." The giant beast was stunned at first, and then said with joy, more or less
Years have passed, this broken sword has trapped it for endless years, and it will finally see the light of day again.
"Hmph, the evil beast wants to die!" Above the Chongyun Sword, the figure of the Sword Ancestor slowly condensed, glaring at the giant beast, and roared loudly.
"You're not dead yet..." The giant beast's voice was faintly trembling with fear. It was obvious that the Sword Ancestor had given it an indelible memory.
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