The high city walls were like cast of metal. Zhang Wu stood proudly on the top of the city, playing with strange stones in his hand, inspiring telepathy, narrowing his eyes slightly, and looking at the direction of the mass grave.
In his senses before, the human aura of the ancestor of the Xiao family was like a dormant ball of raging flames, like the sun falling to the earth. Although it had a decay smell, it was as unpredictable as ghosts and gods.
Now everything turns into nothingness, and once a person dies, everything will be stopped, and even the last little flame of life has disappeared.
But he still didn't get close.
Before his rise, the ancestor of the Xiao family was a well-deserved king on this land. Emperor, Emperor, and dominate the world for two hundred years. Looking at it, no one could compete with him for power.
Even if you, the younger generation, beat the previous generation to death, you must not be careless.
You have the supreme meditation mantra, what if Lao Xiao also has a similar method?
I shake you over, cure you with one move, pour his lifelong memory into your mind, and wake up again, are you still you, only God knows.
Since he realized that there was a method of "rebirth through backdoor" in this world, Zhang Wu often became suspicious.
Did you come here through time?
Is it possible that someone else deliberately made you Zhang Wu?
After all, relying on your current methods, manipulating people's hearts is just a blink of an eye.
Erasing people's memories and pouring many fantastic scenes into the other person's mind makes people feel that they have traveled through time and are completely no difficulty.
If you are willing, Zhang Wu can create many selfs who have traveled through time.
He couldn't help but feel scared when he thought about it carefully.
If this face had not been maintained at the age of eighteen, and over the past fifty years had passed, his body showed no signs of aging. He had truly ensured that he could be at the peak of his age at twenty, he would have suspected that his immortality was false.
As soon as these thoughts came out, Zhang Wu suddenly felt that life was very unreal.
I am like living in an illusion made up by others, real and real, confused and unable to distinguish the true self.
People are most afraid of self-doubt. They think too much, first they are depression, then schizophrenia, and finally, through suicide, they want to verify whether they are living in the real world and thus towards destruction.
This has nothing to do with whether the strength is strong and whether the spirit is vast. It is purely the instinct of seeking truth and the cause of self-consciousness.
"The Buddha attained enlightenment and the demons in his heart attacked. Have I also reached this point?"
Zhang Wu murmured to himself, concentrating his mind and not letting his thoughts go away, so as not to really make himself a fool.
True or false, it is useless to think too much.
Even if someone else lets you be Zhang Wu, you still have to go step by step.
No matter whether you are anxious or not, tomorrow will always come. No matter how you think, what should come will always come.
Instead of doing this, relax, eat and drink well, grow hard, and accumulate more trump cards. Even if there is a change in the future, there is another Zhang Wu, and kill him, I will be the real thing!
As for the ancestor of the Xiao family in front of him...
Regardless of whether you pretend to be dead or not, it will be enough to make you die.
"A Bao."
After thinking about it, Zhang Wu shouted behind him, and Hutubao with thick eyebrows and big eyes immediately came up and said with a smile:
"father."
“…”
My father and your mother bought a batch.
Zhang Wu's forehead was turbulent. If he hadn't thought about his old love, he would have wanted to kill this slutty guy.
He let the prince supervise the country and follow him around all day long. He is fifty-year-old but still has no sign of his appearance all day long. His father is even more shameless than before.
Once he became an emperor, he did not improve, but the lower limit was broken.
A Bao’s little thoughts, Zhang Wumenqing.
It is not that easy to be a top-notch master and achieve a life span of 200 years. It is a leap in the life level.
Even the old monk and the supreme master are difficult to force Hutubao to the realm of a great master.
Only Zhang Wu, who mastered many magical skills, many secret recipes, many divine pills, tribulation pills and other pills, was absolutely sure that Abao could ascend to the top.
Calling a few dads, after a while, the life span has increased by two or three times. Not only Hutubao is willing, but Zhang Wu has changed to the same situation. If there is such a character who can take you away, why not call him dad for the rest of his life?
No matter whether you want it or not, you will definitely stick to it.
There is no shame in order to survive and to live for more than a hundred years.
"These are five divine pills, one pill every year, and this tribulation pill, one pill for two months, and it has been taken for five years."
Zhang Wu took out a small bag of elixirs that had been prepared, took out two magical skills, as well as his experience in cultivating celestial feng shui, and handed it to Abao and said:
"You are not very talented. You should be able to become a grand master after five years of seclusion."
"Don't call me dad again in the future. I am not as old as yours."
After Zhang Wu finished giving instructions, he ordered Abao who was overjoyed:
"You send two death row prisoners to the mass grave to chop off the old man's head in the house, and then drag the body out."
"Okay."
Hutubao responded and waved his hand behind him. An official was waiting for his order. Soon after, he brought two death row prisoners and left the city to walk towards the mass grave.
Zhang Wu's spirit was tightly locked on the two of them, sensing their life breath. When he entered the room under the hill, one person was extinguished for no reason, and the other was erratic, and he sneered in his heart.
A 240-year-old man is not cunning and sorry for his age.
However, even such fake death methods without technical content were used, and the ancestor of the Xiao family was already in trouble.
Soon, one of the living prisoners walked out, his expression and temperament seemed to have changed.
"Fellow Daoist, can you discuss it..."
"call out--"
A black light slashed through the sky, and shot the death row prisoner's head with a slight slash. The arrow went into the middle of his eyebrows and came out from behind his head. Blood splattered, causing him to fall straight to the ground.
Zhang Wu put down the magical crossbow made of a thousand-year-old cold iron in his hand and shouted decisively:
"Get a basin."
Hutubao brought a brazier with a pointer connected to the basin, aiming at the direction of the mass grave house.
Zhang Wu took out a stack of white paper from his arms, with green ghost symbols painted on it, muttering words in his mouth, burning paper one by one in the brazier, and the ashes rose up with the fire and slowly drifted towards the mass grave.
Both are supreme masters, the fourth elder Chen Dao and the ancestor of the Xiao family are completely different from each other.
In any realm, there are distinctions between strong and weak, and there are aspects of being proficient and not being proficient.
The ancestor of the Xiao family is not proficient in killing and fighting skills, but you cannot doubt this guy's way of survival and cannot kill Xiaoqiang's endurance.
If you have a trump card, no one else will lose it.
Of course, Lao Xiao was so disciplined that he could only be beaten passively. He really underestimated Zhang Wu's growth rate. He didn't expect that he was so strong, otherwise he would not have been so depressed.
After burning the paper and chanting the death-seeking curse, Zhang Wu asked the death row prisoner to send the chicken.
When he came out, he finally held Lao Xiao's head in his hand and died with his eyes closed.
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The title of the book has been tested. In a few days, the title of the book should be changed to "The Master of the Immortal Prison Walking Out of the Heavenly Prison". Please urge me to update it.