After Baike disappeared, everything seemed to have returned to calm. His body was completely broken up by the divine whip, turning into nothing but charcoal and fleshy foam all over the floor. Under the intense heat of the divine seal, even the blood was in the fleshy foam.
Nothing left.
And the dagger with the red beads was left there quietly. The red beads shone scarlet and seemed to be blended with Bai Ke's blood.
Everything around is very calm, except for the clouds and mist slowly dissipating, everything is still...
But Chen Zhi was still standing there holding the whip, his eyes staring blankly at the smoke and scorched earth on the ground, and at the dark feathers scattered on the ground, which were still shining brightly. Looking at all this, Chen Zhi
It seems that some people can't react.
And at this moment, the voice in his head sounded again...
"This is you!
The real you!
You just picked up this whip on your own!
Because you had no doubt at that time, you already believed that you were the master of the magic whip!
Only when there is no burden in your heart can you take up the world. This is the secret of what the devil said!
From today on, no one can doubt your power!
Including yourself!
You... are the master of the God Realm!"
"ah------
ah------
Woo woo ah~~~~~~",
Ji Ying finally came to her senses at this time. She looked at the scattered debris on the ground. The scene that had just happened finally began to enter her brain piece by piece.
And at this moment, she collapsed...
Ji Ying cried like crazy and scratched her face and hair frantically. The sound was extremely miserable, as if her heart and lungs had been torn to pieces.
Chen Zhi did not dissuade her because he knew that Ji Ying would cry. For those brave and fearless people, the greatest torture often comes from inner condemnation. Maybe she will never be able to get out of this shadow in her life, and her guilt will be
Like a knife, always digging into her heart!
They then left this place. Before leaving, Chen Zhi made a rectangular barrier with multiple sets of locks to seal it up.
The barrier is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling the shape of an ancient prince's coffin. The barrier is very finely woven, one layer inside another, with three rings inside and outside. No insects or rats can enter.
Chen Zhi felt that Ji Lie's body was left here, and Baike's body was also left here. They should be given a decent cemetery, a place barely worthy of resting the God of War.
In the following time, they quickly returned along the original route. During this process, Ji Ying's mood was still very unstable. She had been crying and crying before, just like a weak and helpless ordinary woman.
In the later stages, she stopped crying. On the contrary, she suddenly became taciturn and cold, and kept silent, as silent as a piece of ice.
Chen Zhi felt that an extremely angry aura began to release from her body. The aura was cold and gray, just like the gray long knife in her hand, cold and cruel!
He knew that the grief and indignation in Ji Ying's heart had condensed at this time, which could not be appeased by words. She now needed a breakthrough, a place to release her anger, to fully expose all her grief, indignation and self-blame.
They walked forward in silence like this. When they finally reached the exit, Chen Zhi felt that his body had spread like cotton.
The series of repeated overdrafts just now had already caused his human body to completely collapse. He knew that his muscles and bones were shaking crazily and some soft tissues had been damaged, but he couldn't care less.
Everything that happened just now caused Chen Zhi's emotions to completely take over his reason. Like Ji Ying, he was also very resentful at this time.
What does he hate specifically? Chen Zhi doesn't know, but he knows that the only way he can export this hatred now is to fight and then massacre!
After Chen Zhi and Ji Ying staggered out of the entrance, they saw that the outside was already red, with flames everywhere, and everything they saw was red.
The magnificent scene of changing winds and clouds is beyond the imagination of human beings!
Sure enough, as Chen Zhi expected, outside the tomb of the gods was another battlefield, and the battlefield here was even more magnificent. It was a battle scene that should only appear in myths.
In people's sight, the sky is filled with endless scorching flames. The rolling fire completely occupies the sky, and not a trace of blue can be seen.
One after another, red fire crows flew down from the sky with flames, and kept rushing towards the warriors, burning their skin and flesh.
What is on the ground is a vast battle scene. A group of blood warriors are fighting to the death with the black warriors of ANBU!
Sure enough, as Ji Yang said, the Anbu sent a lot of manpower this time, and many black warriors appeared. They should all be drilled out of the earth, and their bodies were covered with dust. Different from the warriors of the organization, their faces,
They are all as cold as zombies, numb under the fire.
But the abilities of these black warriors are by no means comparable to those last time. Some of them are quite powerful and have been dominating the entire battlefield. Chen Zhi saw in them the Qi training that only red belt warriors can do. They should be the same as the red warriors.
An equal master.
The Blood Talisman warriors fighting them showed no weakness at all. In fact, Chen Zhi always felt that they had not tried their best and still had reservations.
It seems that just like the legend, each of the Blood Talisman Warriors who are directly subordinate to the leader in the organization has the ability of a red belt warrior.
The fire crow screamed sharply, and rushed from the air to the Blood Talisman Warriors with fierce fire. They were attacked on many sides, making these Blood Talisman Warriors very passive. Almost everyone's body was stained, and some even had most of their skin.
Got burned.
But none of them had any intention of retreating, and they were still entangled with the black warriors with swords and swords.
But even though he was embarrassed and bruised, Bao Ping, sitting among them, was unscathed!
Bao Ping was sitting on top of a huge rock, with one hand on his leg and the other holding a cigarette. He looked at the sky with a very calm expression, as if the battle under his feet had nothing to do with him!
He stared at the center of the flames that filled the sky, not shying away from the streaks of fire rolling down from the sky. The expression on his face was profound and unpredictable, even a little provocative...