For Xu Zhi, a journey of killing and dancing is also a practice.
There is no difference between practicing and dancing, it is boring and tasteless.
If it weren't for the various needs that led him along, Xu Zhizhen doubted that he would have no motivation to move forward.
Just like a jungle elf promoted to the monarch stage, in reality he became a grandmaster and his combat power was barely sufficient. Xu Zhi was indeed not too anxious.
Xu Zhi didn't care too much about the reality of ruins falling into reality and the high-risk actions of killing dragons.
But when many demands piled up, Xu Zhi felt that he had enough reasons.
After all, people still have some pursuits, which gives them enough motivation.
After many discussions and agreements were concluded, Xu Zhi also took a break for the time being.
He needs to adjust his mood and state to prepare for February next year.
That was Deken's opportunity, and it was also his opportunity.
Compared with others who just want to blend the heaven and the earth for tempering, Xu Zhi cares about the power of the collision between the heaven and the earth.
Enough confidence and sufficient foundation.
Xu Zhi felt that he was only one piece of paper away from that realm.
Either you wait for months and years to naturally improve one day, or you use external forces to help you.
Being able to further enhance his stick spirit also means that he is likely to use the power of this collision between heaven and earth to attack the Grand Master.
If it were a normal collision between heaven and earth, Xu Zhi would naturally not do such a thing to seek death.
But everything will return to heaven.
The Dragon Continent will not fall into the ocean.
His chances of survival will be very high.
This was a careful calculation between him and Deken, and they also made a standard guess based on his combat power at the time.
He is stronger now than before.
Xu Zhi finally calmed down many of his thoughts.
He began to step into the elemental realm.
While staring at the sky above the Elemental Realm, Xu Zhi would also look down at the world beyond the Elemental Realm.
Lower bound.
There are his contractors there, as well as many people and things related to him.
There are also contractors that Xu Zhi has been unable to face for a long time.
Mysterio.
Xu Zhi expected that Saint Theo had arrived at Casa and could see Mysterio walking out of the temple.
But Xu Zhi also didn't want to see Mysterio's appearance.
The soul has been severely damaged, and even if there is immortal power to repair it, it will never be able to return to its original state.
Thinking of Orang Marassa's demeanor, Xu Zhi couldn't bear to go to Casa.
Ever since the battle with Gwen Magnus, Xu Zhi has been waiting for the change of San Theo's contract.
It wasn't until the snow fell in Kyoto that Xu Zhi saw that the contract on the portal had changed.
San Theo's exclusive contract: Rio wants to see you, come here as soon as possible, his condition is a bit bad.
Contract object: gold coin x1.
After waiting for a long time, everything will finally come to an end.
Xu Zhi looked at the contract for a few seconds, then began to put aside his thoughts and shuttled through the passage of the contract signed by San Theo.
Not in the familiar palace.
This is the Ruiou Temple that Xu Zhi has only visited once.
A place to record your great achievements is also your last safe place.
temple.
There were not many people in the temple at this time.
Sansio, Mistebama.
After bringing Xu Zhi here, there was a fourth person in this place.
"Your Majesty Leo!"
Xu Zhi looked at the old man lying on his side in front of him, and for a moment it was hard to believe that this was once the all-powerful and strategizing Mysterio.
Her blond hair has turned gray.
The smooth and smooth face is stained with wrinkles.
The strong arms have now become skinny.
Compared to Rylos' old state after his resurrection after the explosion, Mysterio at this time looks like a terminally ill person.
"Master Zhizhi is here!"
Mysterio raised his head and let out a long cry.
"What happened to us next?"
"Are you still conscious?" Xu Zhiqi asked.
"After all, it is my artifact. It can still explode and borrow a little bit of protective power, and the most important part has not been erased."
When Xu Zhi marveled at Mysterio's sobriety, he felt a little ashamed.
The mental shield [artifact] was finally recognized by Mysterio.
At this time, Mysterio obviously wanted to know the result of the battle.
The distance between the east and west continents is huge, and in the end only a few people participated in the decisive battle.
In addition to the puppet queen he supported, there was also a djinn, and the rest was Xu Zhi.
Although he knew clearly that Xu Zhi would return to the elemental world after his death, Mysterio also held on to a glimmer of hope at this time.
"Later, we won."
Xu Zhi opened his mouth and introduced the information he learned from the contract words, combined with what he saw when he was stared at by the Dragon of Time and Space.
"The rainbow crystal is broken, is Imelia also paralyzed..."
The old emperor's tone suddenly seemed lost.
There are no winners.
He failed to fight for the rainbow crystal, Imelia was paralyzed by the sword of the gods, Somra was devastated, and Xu Zhi also returned to the elemental world, unwilling to go down to the world for a long time.
"Can you tell me about Socrates the Hermit?"
After a while, Mysterio turned to another topic, thinking about his former friend.
This is the friend who has been helping him in the Western Continent.
But there were so many doubts surrounding Socrates that it was difficult for Mysterio to distinguish.
"I always feel like I've seen him before," Mysterio said, "If possible, I'd like to invite him to Casa."
"I don't think so. It would be better not to invite you," Xu Zhi said dryly, "He doesn't really want to see you either."
"It seems that he and I may have had some minor conflicts in the past."
"You killed him twice, but he survived by luck."
…
There's no way to talk about it.
Mysterio immediately gave up all thoughts of inviting Hexis to Casa.
But he couldn't help but want to know what was going on.
Mysterio is more conceited about his intelligence than his strength, but he also seems to feel like he is being led around by others.
He originally thought that Xu Zhi was being a two-faced person, and that the servant ate at home and ate at home, but now it seemed that there was some difference.
It is impossible for a person who was killed by him to help him again and again.
In his actions, the Socratic hermit played a disgraceful role, but also did many honorable things.
This made Mysterio curious.
"Then tell me who he is?"
In the end, Mysterio couldn't hold back his little thoughts.
The other party obviously won't cause trouble to him again.
I don't have the ability to cause trouble for the other party anymore.
He coughed twice.
With no hope of becoming a demigod, and with difficulty recovering, Mysterio increasingly felt that his end was approaching.
He didn't want to die with lingering thoughts and things he couldn't understand, which would make him unwilling.
"His name is Hexis, do you remember him?"
"It turned out to be him."
Xu Zhi mentioned the name, and Mysterio immediately understood where his strange feeling came from and why there were so many top alchemists in the Western Continent.
After Xu Zhi told some things, Mysterio understood more deeply.
"He is not as bad as I thought, but he is indeed a nasty guy who only does bad things and is not lovable. Ahem..."
A violent cough made Mysterio's body arch up.
Misterbama slapped his back, which not only failed to stop his coughing, but also coughed up some blood clots and organ fragments from the corners of his mouth.
But after coughing heavily, his face turned rosy.
The gray hair began to quickly return to golden color, and the withered face and body began to become muscular.
Dots of fish scales appeared on his forehead, and his eyes emitted a strange light, as if he had seen something, and a smile appeared involuntarily.
But his state was strange, more like a flashback.
"My time has come."
Mysterio straightened up and looked at everyone with a smile. He reached out and brushed the tearful Mysterbama.
"If there is an afterlife, I should be able to put aside my inner concerns and racial concerns, put aside my worldly vision, and look at the sea with Athena..."
His hand trembled, and finally he gently placed it on the top of Misterbama's head, without moving it at all.