Zhou Shu stepped on the mysterious man's chest, bursting with strength, and the mysterious man spat out a mouthful of blood.
All the bones in his body had been shattered by Zhou Shu. If it weren't for his incomparable physical body, he would have died by now.
"Now, who will kill whom?"
Zhou Shu gave him a breath and said coldly, "Tell me, who are you? If you tell me, I might spare your life."
Spare him, that is definitely impossible.
But if he tells the truth, Zhou Shu won't mind giving him a good time.
The map of the divine weapons suddenly appeared and the mysterious syllables were stripped from this mysterious man. This surprised Zhou Shu and made him even more curious about the origin of this mysterious man.
The Atlas of Divine Weapons is Zhou Shu’s biggest secret. For a long time, the Atlas of Divine Weapons has only been related to weapons. Could this kind of syllable also be a kind of weapon?
It's impossible, it's not a real thing at all, and it appears on the cover of the Atlas of Divine Weapons. It doesn't have a page on the Atlas of Divine Weapons like other weapons.
"I recognize it!"
The mysterious man looked ferocious and grinned, "It turns out it's you, the traitor!"
"The other brothers will avenge me!"
He smiled ferociously, and a fierce look flashed across his face.
"Boom——"
With a loud noise, Zhou Shu's figure collapsed.
A huge explosion occurred, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the spot.
With one breath, Zhou Shu had already retreated hundreds of feet away, but the surging force still hit his chest.
"Who!"
Zhou Shu uttered mysterious syllables from his mouth, the muscles all over his body flowed, and the power of his body exploded.
Even so, he still spit out a mouthful of blood.
That mysterious man actually chose to self-destruct!
Zhou Shu did not expect that this mysterious man would be so decisive, and even though he had broken all the bones in his body, he still had the power to self-destruct.
"Traitor? What does he mean?"
There was a thoughtful look on Zhou Shu's face, and the mysterious man's words before his death made Zhou Shu slightly uneasy.
He looked at the Qiankun Ding, which was at the center of the explosion and was still undamaged.
I thought of the syllable that appeared on the cover of the Atlas of Divine Weapons.
"Soldiers!"
Zhou Shu chanted softly.
For a moment, there seemed to be many more things in his mind.
The feeling was very strange, as if he was watching the stars in the sky, and the stars in the sky were the magic weapons one after another in the world.
Zhou Shu's consciousness touched one of the largest stars, and the Qiankun Cauldron jumped, rising and spinning according to his thoughts.
Zhou Shu suddenly realized that, unlike the mysterious man's syllables, this "bing" syllable allowed him to control all the weapons in the world, and there seemed to be many more things related to forging weapons in his mind. He felt that at this moment,
There is no weapon in the world that you cannot forge yourself.
"Is this the most fundamental thing about weapons?"
Zhou Shu said to himself that mastering this syllable is equivalent to mastering the world's magic weapons, and at the same time mastering everything related to weapons, including the art of forging weapons!
"Is this why the Divine Weapon Atlas can teach me the art of forging weapons?"
Zhou Shu seems to understand what the function of the divine weapon map is.
It is able to master the art of forging weapons because of the syllable of the word "bing", and its reward comes from the source world.
Could it be that someone created a divine weapon map based on the syllables of the word "bing", and then the divine weapon map chose me?
Zhou Shu thought in his mind, and he also thought of the traitor the mysterious man said.
Is the person who forged the map of the divine weapon what he calls a traitor?
Traitor - who is the traitor?
"The brothers he mentioned should be the few people that Xiao Ling'er saw besieging me in the long river of time. There are eight people. If you count the syllables of the word "bing", there should be nine people."
Zhou Shu speculated bit by bit in his mind.
"Each of these nine people should have mastered a mysterious syllable. These mysterious syllables have mysterious power and may be called laws. Zhezi syllables are the laws of physical power, helping people control the power of the physical body, and the Divine Weapon Map
The syllables of the word "bing" on it are the laws of weapons. In other words, the syllables mastered by the other seven people should be seven other laws."
"If you master all the nine laws..."
Zhou Shu's heart moved slightly. Just one syllable can already create a peerless strong man. If it is nine syllables, Zhou Shu feels that he is truly invincible.
But then he smiled bitterly. If it hadn't been for the power of the Divine Weapon Map this time, he wouldn't even be able to deal with this mysterious man who controlled the syllables of the word "Zhe", and he would almost capsize.
This is because of the help of the Qiankun Cauldron, otherwise he may not be able to persist until the Divine Weapon Atlas shows its power.
The other seven people may not be weaker than this mysterious person who has mastered the syllables of zhe.
Even if Zhou Shu masters two syllables now, once those seven people appear at the same time, he will definitely lose.
Even if they fight alone, those seven people are not easy to deal with. Zhou Shu cannot guarantee that the next time the divine weapon map can deprive the opponent of the mysterious syllables.
If he read it correctly, the mysterious man should have used some mysterious means to deliver the message before he blew himself up.
"He should have some kind of connection with the other seven people. Now those seven people probably know about my existence."
Zhou Shu pondered and said that he is not afraid now. The future that Xiao Ling'er saw was that he was attacked by eight people. Now the eight people have become seven. Does that mean that history has been changed by him?
The history that Xiao Ling'er saw can also be changed by herself. Does this mean that history will really change?
Zhou Shu thought.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Just as Zhou Shu was thinking, a man staggered over, but it was King Peng with Golden Wings.
"King Golden Winged Peng, haven't you run away yet?"
After taking the Golden-winged Peng King into the Qiankun Cauldron, he took the Qiankun Cauldron and flew to an empty and uninhabited place.
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Having just fought with the mysterious man for a long time, he thought that the Golden Winged Peng King had already been frightened.
"Sir, you are still here, of course I can't run away."
The Golden Winged Peng King opened his mouth and said, "Sir, the person who came out of my belly..."
The Golden-winged Peng King has now regained his consciousness. From a distance just now, he also saw the appearance of the mysterious man, and remembered that he was the one who hurt him before.
He is not his own flesh and blood at all!
I just don’t know when it got into my stomach!
He is also a little scared now. Instead of resenting Zhou Shu for letting him cut open his stomach, he is full of gratitude.
That guy must have had bad intentions when he got into his belly. He allowed himself, a grown man, to become pregnant with a human being. The Golden Winged Peng King couldn't beat him, otherwise the Golden Winged Peng King himself would have wanted to beat him to death.<
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"Dead."
Zhou Shu said calmly, "King Golden Winged Peng, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"
Zhou Shu looked at the Golden-winged Peng King. He felt a little uneasy. He always felt that this mysterious man died too easily, and why did he parasitize into the Golden-winged Peng King's belly before?
Is it true that he woke up early as he thought, so he needs to find a place to sleep again?
Then why did he have to choose the belly of the Golden-winged Peng King? Doesn’t he feel disgusted?
"Uncomfortable?"
The Golden-winged Peng King touched his belly. He just tore open his own belly. Can this feel good?
But it seems that this small injury is not worth mentioning.
"There is nothing uncomfortable. What are you referring to, sir?"
King Jin-winged Peng asked curiously.
"Nothing."
Zhou Shu shook his head, and he casually put a drop of blood from his palm into a jade bottle. This drop of blood, which was extremely valuable, was taken by Zhou Shu from the mysterious man just now!
If necessary, Zhou Shu would like to use Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly Mental Technique.
But we need to think about this again. This mysterious man is extraordinary. He fell into a dream rashly, so there may be some problems.
Although Zhuang Zhou's dream of dreaming a butterfly is wonderful, it is not omnipotent.
Zhou Shu remembered clearly that when he used Zhuang Zhou's Mengdie Mentality on Ji Lutian, he failed once.
"Sir, will there be any problem with me?"
Seeing Zhou Shu's solemn look, the Golden-winged Peng King asked with some anxiety.
A series of things that happened recently made him lose his mind immediately.
He doesn't even know what happened now.
"You?"
Zhou Shu looked at the Golden Winged Peng King and said, "Not necessarily."
"Not necessarily?"
The Golden Winged Peng King almost sat down on the ground, how could it not be certain?
The trauma on his stomach is nothing to his physique.
And after taking the elixir given by Zhou Shu, he felt that the wound was already healing.
Even if he doesn't take any elixirs for this little trauma, given his physique, he can recover in three or two days.
"No way?"
The Golden Winged Peng King said with a sad face, "Sir, can I still be saved?"
"Is there any help?"
Zhou Shu said absently.
"My lord, I can charge into battle for you, I can kill enemies for you! You must save me."
The Golden-winged Peng King grabbed Zhou Shu, but he didn't want to die yet. For the Golden-winged Peng clan, he was still young and he still had a lot of good days left.
How could he die?
"Why should I save you?"
Zhou Shu asked strangely, "Who wants to kill you?"
"Sir, are you saying I'm hopeless?"
The Golden Winged Peng King plopped down and fell to the ground, his face ashen.
"Who said you are hopeless?"
Zhou Shu said angrily, "I'm just saying that there may not be anything wrong with you."
"You are still alive and well, who are you showing this to? Get up!"
Zhou Shu scolded.
"I don't have to die?"
The Golden Winged Peng King got up and asked, "Sir, can you explain it more clearly? This will really scare people to death."
"You are such a big man, why are you so timid?"
Zhou Shu said, "You have been parasitized by someone before. I don't know why he chose you. I can't say whether there will be any sequelae."
"It's not necessarily a bad thing. Just observe more and tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Zhou Shu said casually.
"I don't feel well right now."
King Jin-winged Peng said, "I feel a little uncomfortable all over, my body is numb and out of control..."
The Golden Winged Peng King was trembling all over, as if he had lost his balance while speaking.
Zhou Shu frowned and put his hand on the wrist of the Golden Winged Peng King.
"Who!"
The syllables uttered from Zhou Shu's mouth caused the golden-winged Peng King's body to resonate, and his cells grew faster. The wound on his stomach healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a few breaths, the horrific wound had disappeared, leaving smooth skin.
The Golden Winged Peng King's eyes widened, what kind of power is this?
Not only did he feel that his injuries were healed, but his whole body was full of strength. Now he wanted to go to the Giant Spirit King Canghuan to fight for 300 rounds!
"Sir, I'm fine!"
King Jin-winged Peng shouted.
The Golden-winged Peng King had a look of surprise, but Zhou Shu's face showed no joy at all. He looked at the Golden-winged Peng King solemnly, with a flash of sympathy in his eyes.
The Golden Winged Peng King was happy for a while, but also found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
His heart rose again. He looked at Zhou Shu and asked in confusion, "Sir, is there something wrong?"
"King Golden Winged Peng, you may really die."
Zhou Shu looked serious and said in a deep voice.
"That's for sure, everyone will die, as long as it's not a violent death."
The Golden-winged Peng King feels very good now, and some of his former self-confidence has returned. After all, he was once the king of the sixth largest clan in the world.
"I mean, you could die at any time."
Zhou Shu said word for word.
"I..."
The little confidence that the Golden Winged Peng King had just recovered was shattered into pieces, and he became a little uneasy.
He really wants to yell at Zhou Shu, can you explain it clearly in one breath! Is it interesting to torture me like this?
King Jin-winged Peng really wanted to tell Zhou Shu that he was not afraid of death.
But think about what he said before that he was not afraid of fire or pain, and then...
He didn't dare to say anything anymore.
"When that mysterious man parasitized you, he left behind a force. I suspect that this force may be able to invade your body."
Zhou Shu said thoughtfully.
If he hadn't just used the Law of Zhizi to help the Golden Winged Peng King repair his body, he wouldn't have noticed this power.
No wonder the mysterious man blew himself up so easily after knowing that he was no match for Zhou Shu. It turned out that he still had this back-up plan!
Although the Divine Weapon Map deprived the mysterious man of his syllables, he did not lose the various abilities he had cultivated based on his syllables.
The syllable of the word Zhe, who can freely control the power of the physical body, has practiced to the extreme, and can be reborn even with a drop of blood.
That mysterious man might have that kind of ability, but because he woke up early, his strength was not at its peak, and he didn't expect Zhou Shu to have a map of the magic weapon, so he fell into Zhou Shu's hands.
When Zhou Shu thought of this, he felt that the drop of blood of the mysterious person he left behind became hot to the touch.
This guy left a backhand in the Golden Winged Peng King's body. Did he leave a backhand elsewhere?
Rebirth with a drop of blood, as long as a drop of blood is left, it is a life. This is really scary.
History may not have changed, eight people may still be eight people!