Xi Tong looked at the coffin the size of a peanut shell in his palm and thought to himself, you really know how to name it.
Idiot is just his nickname, and the reason why he got this nickname is because of his real name.
Bin La Dan.
Because of his accent, the "la" sound of the person with the silver hammer collar was very vague and almost missing, so his name became Ben Dan, and he gradually became a fool.
As for several other friends, they took similar names after him.
Originally, Xi Tong didn't care about the life and death of the fool. For a person who digs into his own walls, it would be good if he couldn't be stabbed to death with a sword energy. How about saving him?
However, this name aroused special interest in Xi Tong.
Coupled with his humanist ideas and unscrupulous destruction...
Xi Tong decided to show mercy and let him understand what is the evil, white hole and white tomorrow that implements love and truth.
The fool was not dead. Silver Hammer healed all his injuries in time, but this did not mean that he survived.
The connection between his body and soul was severed. The body was like a prison, imprisoning the soul. He could neither die nor survive in a short time.
Without Xi Tong's intervention, he would have continued to sleep like a vegetative person until his body's vitality was exhausted, and dust returned to dust, and dust returned to dust.
Xi Tong raised his hand and shot out a drop of sweet rain to cover the idiot. The next moment, the man in the coffin opened his eyes, coughed and blew out the liquid from his mouth and nose.
who I am?
where am I?
Also, the person in front of me is...
Idiot or not, he immediately noticed that the man in front of him was exactly the same as the sculpture and portrait in the temple of the main god of the system.
"Bear...meet...the main god of the system."
The fool shuddered all over, thinking of what he had done before, he suddenly felt panic in his heart.
Could it be that he committed too many sins during his lifetime and was liquidated by the system's main god after his death? Will he be burned by the fire of purgatory forever?
Xi Tong didn't pay much attention to the idiot, and just used the power of fire attribute rules to cleanse the idiot's muscles and marrow, making him reborn and burning out all the dirt and impurities in his body.
The result is wonderful, but the process is not so wonderful, and it is only a little bit more comfortable than Monkey Brother's rebirth.
The method of enlarging and shrinking the body derived from Chi You's demonic body was introduced into the idiot's mind, and immediately, a majestic voice exploded in his mind.
"If merit is offset by crime, both merit and demerit will be eliminated. If an inch of merit remains, the two crimes will be punished at the same time - a hundred poisons will eat the heart, a thousand thunders will cleanse the body, and a thousand arrows will pierce the heart."
After saying that, Xi Tong raised his hand to open the space channel and threw the idiot into the demon world of the fairy sword world.
Zhu Peiqi has been pioneering there for many years, with victories and defeats along the way. Although his strength has been growing, in Xi Tong's view, this development speed is too slow.
This Lao Zhu is pretty good and has some cleverness, but he is a bit lacking in the overall situation. He needs someone around him who can check for leaks and make up for them, and make suggestions.
Idiot is a very suitable person to be a dog-headed strategist, so when Xi Tong was reborn and reborn, he added a bit of the bloodline of the two wolf gods to him.
The bloodline of the two wolf gods has the natural magical power of becoming larger and smaller. When combined with Chi You's demonic body, the effect is even more powerful. It can be regarded as a low-end version of Fa Tian Xiang Di.
As for the side effect of turning his head into a dog's head, Xi Tong doesn't care. As for whether the fool cares or not, Xi Tong doesn't even care.
After arranging the fool, Xi Tong turned back and looked at Titan Continent.
When Taimu came, he executed hundreds of traitors along the way. Now he is using chips to trick all the traitors in, and more traitors are coming one after another.
All members of the fff group are like fish in Tamil's net and turtles in the jar. They have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
Tamil did not speak, but waited calmly, waiting for more and more members of the fff group to fall into the trap.
At the beginning, there were only a few dozen traitors, and they were weak in courage and did not even dare to raise their heads.
But as time went by, more and more traitors arrived. With a burst of eye contact, the traitors' confidence doubled and their waists straightened up little by little.
"Your Majesty the King, we ask that you abdicate and return your power to Lord Silverhammer."
"We also hope that the barbarians and humans will sign an oath to non-aggression with each other using the border between the plateau and the Silverhammer Territory as the line."
"I still hope..."
After the first person to speak, others stood up and expressed their requests.
As more and more traitors speak out, their confidence grows rapidly like a snowball.
It was as if Tamil was a bird in their hands, which they could flatten, round, lengthen or shorten at will.
They thought they had a guaranteed victory!
Taimu didn't speak, but just looked at the clamoring people indifferently, at their slowly reddening eyes, and their gradually burning breathing.
He turned his head and looked at Eve beside him.
"These people are hopeless."
Purple flames rose up in Eve's palms.
"Your Majesty, let me clean up the house."
Tamil shook his head.
He knew that Eve was very powerful, but she had trained the FFF team by herself. Each of them was carefully selected and trained, and all kinds of resources were spent to arm them.
Tamir believed that Eve could kill every opponent in a single fight, but this was a group fight.
Even if Eve is wearing the equipment sold in the system mall (little black cat suit) and has nine lives (eight left), she is no match for the hundreds or thousands of people in front of her.
The number of people is indeed an advantage that cannot be ignored.
Even though there is a gap between ants and elephants, once the number of ants reaches a certain level, they will have the courage to challenge elephants.
This is what is said when ants bite an elephant to death.
They don't think they are ants, they must be better than ants anyway.
However, Tamil is not the elephant they imagined, but an existence ten thousand times more terrifying than an elephant.
"Your Majesty the King, I wonder how you are thinking about it?"
"Our patience is very limited!"
"I'll give you a number of ten..."
It’s so noisy!
"Immortal sword!"
Taimu stretched out his hand, and a long sword filled with light appeared out of thin air.
Seeing this scene, Eve sighed and then closed her eyes.
Because she knew what would happen next, and she had seen more of this kind of situation along the way.
Tamil held the sword in both hands and raised it high above his head.
That sword became the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone stared at the blade, which gradually became brighter and became scorching.
The light radiating from the inside out instantly renders everything around it white - not white in the usual sense, but the empty whiteness that occurs when the light is so intense that all colors lose their meaning.
Buzz!
The tyrannical pressure swept out in all directions with Taimu as the center, like ripples, with no dead ends in 360 degrees, covering everything around it instantly.
Everyone felt that their heart was grasped by an invisible hand, and then squeezed tightly.
They thought they had grasped His Majesty the King's fatal wound, but they didn't expect...
Looking at the pale sword light, the members of the fff group vaguely saw a girl with thick eyebrows and bright eyes. Behind her was a palace-style building. The plaque on the building seemed to read "Ten Miles Slope".
Feeling the sword energy rising to the edge of eruption, Taimeier waved his hands and chopped it down hard.