In Binhai City, Zhao Li drove a large, domineering and mechanical Jeep through the traffic flow, racing all the way to the suburbs.
The mechanical jeep is his new car. He doesn’t know what price he paid for it, or how it is related to the three-headed hell dog. Anyway, this car is a standard creation of the mechanical spirit, with the power of the mechanical spirit and the power of death.
Much more powerful than the original Big Jeep.
"It came so quickly."
Zhao Li drove with one hand and glanced at the rearview mirror. At some point, several black cars followed him. At the same time, in addition to cars, there were also several motorcycles.
Someone was chasing him, with a clear goal, and they were coming for him.
He took out his cell phone and dialed Mulan's number.
"Brother Li, something happened!"
As soon as the call was connected, Mulan's voice came from the other end.
Her voice was calm and composed, and along with the sound of the motorcycle's accelerator, it was loud but not very urgent.
"What a coincidence, they are people from the former company. I also have a few here."
Zhao Li smiled, stepped on the accelerator to speed up, and said: "Take them to the outskirts and notify Murong Jiji. I think he is also being targeted."
"Brother Li, be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Mulan also turned the accelerator, and the entire mechanical locomotive rushed out quickly, walking through the traffic, leading the group of people behind it towards the suburbs.
The traffic flow continued to decrease, and Zhao Li's big jeep rode straight into the open space on the outskirts. Hua Mulan and Murong also arrived one after another.
Then came a group of soul ferrymen dressed in black, holding various weapons in their hands and looking cold.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ferrymen from all over Binhai are here, creating such a huge formation."
Zhao Li got out of the car, and Hua Mulan and Murong came close to him. One was holding a hand crossbow, and the other was holding two short sticks. They were both dressed in windbreakers.
"Official Zhao, you betrayed the underworld, plundered ghosts, and committed a major crime. Why don't you come back with us and be punished!"
The leader glared angrily, holding a black knife in his hand and looking righteous.
"Old Bai, you have such a bad tone. This is a promotion. How dare you talk to me like this?"
Lao Bai is also the soul ferryman in a Binhai area. He can barely be regarded as the fourth person with average abilities.
But now, after the betrayal of Zhao Li, Mulan and Murong, they were reluctantly brought up to take charge of this hunt.
"Zhao officials are so close to each other, you guys are just kidding."
Bai Mingsheng looked cold and said: "There are only three of you, there are dozens of us, don't even think about running away."
"Brother Li, do you want to take action?"
Mulan looked disdainful and asked Zhao officials.
Although Murong on the side was speechless, he didn't think much of the people opposite him.
"More than people, right?"
Zhao Li smiled, and then used the authority of the other world, and suddenly there were turbulent spatial fluctuations like water waves around him, and then a dark dead weapon spirit strode out, holding a seventy-eight centimeter long psychic gun in his hand.
Stepping on the ground in neat steps, barely able to breathe, the entire suburb was surrounded by hundreds of dead machine spirits.
"Click"
The gun was activated and aimed at all the soul ferrymen who followed.
"It looks like there are more of us."
Zhao Li laughed. After the current world completely reflects Binhai City, it is completely possible to enter the real world of Binhai City from the corresponding location in the other world.
This place, to put it simply, is already their home court.
"Li, Li brother, I just made a joke, do you believe it?"
Bai Mingsheng's expression changed and he laughed twice, but Zhao Li did not accept his trick. The Death Scepter appeared in his hand, and with a single wave, a large number of black hands struck at the ferryman.
"Do it!"
The fight was about to break out. There were more than fifty ferrymen from the Underworld Gang. Although they were unsure, they still showed their weapons.
However, there is no doubt that the Mechanical Spirit Gang has a large number of people. They directly fired a wave of psychic guns and cooperated with the ghost hand of Zhao Li's Death Scepter to instantly defeat the opponent.
Some unlucky ones were beaten to ashes.
"Surrender! We surrender!"
Seeing this tragic situation, the remaining people surrendered immediately, threw their weapons on the ground, and then knelt on the ground.
But not every soul ferryman is a famous figure in history like Zhao Li, Mulan, and Murong.
"It's useless."
Zhao Li waved his hand gently and said: "Take him back and lock him up first. Then you will take charge of the entire Binhai City sub-district."
"Yes, sir."
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The Binhai Incident is just the beginning. You must know that the strength of the Zhang Ziyu Mechanical Spirit Clan lies in the incubation of the clan members and racial talent.
When there are no more soul ferrymen in Binhai, a steady stream of dead machine spirits begin to occupy and replace their positions, taking on more functions of transporting souls.
At the same time, the three-headed dog of hell continues to incubate new dead machine spirits, leading the inner world towards the city next door.
In the villa, Zhang Ziyu is practicing.
The more functions he assumed, the more rules of reincarnation he was assigned to Zhang Ziyu, which gradually condensed into a ray of origin, turned into a black vortex shadow, and fell into his sea of consciousness.
At this time, in his sea of consciousness, the four divine powers echoed each other at the same time.
The spider god's phantom, the mechanical spirit tribe's divine seal, the origin of flame, and the origin of reincarnation are all increasing Zhang Ziyu's strength every minute and every second.
Not to mention the aspect of luck, after occupying part of the power of reincarnation, the luck has been rising steadily, the cultivation of luck ascending to the gods has become more and more profound, and the strength has become more stable.
With his breakthrough, the free land area skyrocketed again, reaching five million square kilometers, and two new mimic fences were added to the mimic fence, No. 28 and 29.
The night becomes more solemn.
In the villa, there was a faint wind blowing. Starting from the black door, a thin layer of frost began to slowly spread, and the cold breath gradually spread to the ground of the entire villa.
Zhang Ziyu opened his eyes and chuckled, couldn't he hold it back anymore?
He stood up, stretched, and then walked downstairs from the second floor, strolling leisurely. With every step he took, the white frost was fading rapidly.
By the time Zhang Ziyu reached the door, all the cold air had completely dissipated, and powerful power came from the other side of the door.
The door suddenly opened.
Outside the door, a tall black figure stood a hundred meters away, exuding black energy.
"Tap tap tap"
He stepped out of the shadows, and saw that he had a ghostly face, a tall figure, more than two meters tall, and was shrouded in black robes.
"People from the underworld?"
"You've crossed a line?!"
The man's voice was cold, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziyu, and he did not answer the question.
He exudes a lot of power, with a fifth-level strength. He looks a bit like a ghost, but he's not.
Zhang Ziyu moved and suddenly appeared in front of him.
The man's ghost face was shocked, but the next moment, Zhang Ziyu's hand appeared in front of him, and flames kept coming out, condensing into a hand that magnified the flames, and grabbed his head hard.
"boom"
The ground cracked and a large pit appeared, and the man's head was pushed into the ground.
"Why are you playing the Riddler? I really think I have what it takes."
Zhang Ziyu smiled, then a golden lotus appeared on his body, and countless threads fell into the man's head.
golden lotus
In an instant, all the memories of that person were read by Zhang Ziyu.