Soon, the light of chaos on Zhao Ke's body became smaller and smaller.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Ke lowered his head and glanced at the bodies that were connected together at his feet, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's still a little slow, but fortunately it won't affect it!"
As he spoke, numerous figures rushed up in front of him.
These figures may not have strong causal effects, but there are too many of them.
The scalp of those who watched was numb, and every time Zhao Ke broke one, there would be a bloody wound on his body.
With such a large number, even one knife per person would be enough to cut a person into bones.
Ding and Xiaoyi's hearts trembled when they saw it, thinking that they must pay more attention in the future. This thing about cause and effect is bullshit if it is not settled.
But when the reckoning comes, I'm afraid nine lives won't be enough.
He has even made up his mind that if he goes back this time or back, he will only use hell to kill people in the future.
Song Xingxue, on the other hand, began to think that he must cut off his relationship with the Tong family. Otherwise, if the Tong family's outrageous things were on his head, he would not be able to bear it if there was a reckoning one day.
Of course, the two people's ideas are obviously a bit redundant. After all, it is not clear whose hand is responsible for their own cause and effect.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Ke. It was an old lady. The old lady's expression was sinister, which was completely different from the ordinary cause and effect.
Just like Qi Liang before, scarlet blood glowed in his hand, turning into two big knives and slashing down on his head.
Zhao Ke was startled when he saw this. After being stunned for a second, he smashed the blade with a backhand punch and muttered: "I barely call you Master, but what karma do I owe you??"
After saying that, there was a cold light in his eyes, and his figure flashed in front of the old lady like a sneak, raised his hand and punched the head of the mistress he was talking about.
But at the same time, one of his arms was shattered.
The severe pain caused the muscles on Zhao Ke's face to twitch involuntarily.
"Hate it!!"
Before he could stand firm, a face that looked exactly like Zhao Ke quietly appeared, flew into Ding Xiaoyi's arms, and stabbed his lower abdomen with one hand.
"puff!!"
I saw that the intestines that had been stuffed back by Zhao Ke were pulled out by this guy.
"Hehehehe..." Looking at the bloody intestines, this guy had a sickly laugh on his face.
Zhao Ke frowned: "Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you!"
As he spoke, he kicked a middle-aged man next to him away. At the same time, he quickly wrapped his intestines around his neck with one hand, pulled with one hand, and dragged his figure back.
Until he strangled the neck of this guy who looked exactly like him.
At the same time, there was a cracking sound from the soles of his feet, and his body tilted and staggered backwards.
The tragic scene is simply unbearable to watch.
"Oops!"
Seeing Zhao Ke falling down, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
However, Zhao Ke rolled on the spot and his body fell on the corpses. Strangely, arms quickly stretched out from these corpses.
Zhao Ke grabbed his arm and twisted it, and saw that the arm was broken easily. Then he quickly connected the arm to his broken arm.
Something strange happened. The broken arm quickly fused with him, perfectly completing his arm.
After recovering his arm, Zhao Ke raised his hand and punched the figure that rushed forward to pieces. At the same time, he took out a knife and chopped off the incomplete sole of his foot.
The same situation happened again, and a foot protruded from the corpse to help him complete the remains.
“Can this still happen??”
Such a magical scene was undoubtedly like a stimulant, which surprised everyone and made them all excited.
"It turns out that he used the corpses of those strong men as soil and flesh and blood as seeds to plant many graftable bodies for himself!"
Someone probably understood what Zhao Ke did and couldn't help but be surprised.
By doing this, no matter how serious the injury is, you can still recover quickly. Is it just a process... it's a bit miserable.
Yes, this process can be compared to being shattered into pieces, or being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts is not an exaggeration.
Faced with such pain, I believe most people will choose to give up or even pray that they die immediately.
But Zhao Ke was different, his steps were still firm and powerful.
In the soil where corpses were piled up behind him, more and more bodies exactly like Zhao Ke gradually appeared, but these bodies had no minds or souls.
They are like Zhaoke's spare parts, always faster and discarded at any time.
As time passed by, the three people got closer and closer to the floating island.
At this moment, all the mysterious creatures around Tianchi gathered their energy and secretly cheered for Zhao Ke.
It was as if he was a beacon of light and hope.
At least it proves to these creatures who are still persisting silently that this chasm formed by cause and effect is not insurmountable.
"Close, close!!"
Song Xingxue screamed excitedly, he could already see the fragments of time shining with strange light on the island in front of him.
However, at this moment, Zhao Ke's steps forward suddenly stopped.
Looking at the figure in front of me, I couldn't help but feel stunned.
When Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue saw this, they immediately followed his gaze and saw an old man standing there at the end of Hongqiao.
Although he is an old man, his figure is enough to put many young people to shame.
The muscles are like marble lines. Standing there, just looking at it makes people feel like a mountain.
"This person... won't be his ultimate enemy, right?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the old man's figure and couldn't help but guess.
Song Xingxue on the side nodded heavily, and his expression became nervous: "It must be so. Look at Lao Zhao pushing forward all the way. Who can make him stop a step? It's this old man. I hope he can hold on."
Zhao Ke had his back to the two of them, and no one saw how complicated his expression was when facing this kind-faced old man.
In the end, Zhao Ke still stepped forward, but his steps were extremely heavy, and he came to the old man step by step.
When everyone thought that this was going to be a big battle, and that Zhao Ke was destined to be severely injured.
Zhao Ke slowly opened his arms.
"What is he going to do??"
Seeing his actions, everyone was immediately stunned.
Zhao Ke opened his hand, but did not make an attack gesture. He walked towards the old man step by step, and finally slowly put his arm on the old man's shoulder.
"He's crazy??"
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. Zhao Ke, who had been pushed all the way up, met gods and killed gods, and ran amok, actually let down all his guard in front of this old man.
But some people understood and guessed that this old man might not be an enemy, but probably a close relative of Zhao Ke.
But even if they guessed the outcome, in their eyes, Zhao Ke was seeking death, and the opportunity to reach the top was right in front of them.
At this time, even the flesh and blood of close relatives must be killed without fail.
This situation has been seen in too many cases in the eyes of these ancient creatures.
Some creatures even rely on killing their parents in the process of growing up to reach the top.
Furthermore, no matter if he is a close relative, the figure in front of him is just the cause and effect of Zhao Ke himself, a shadow cast by fate, and is not a real person at all.
So they were puzzled and didn't understand how Zhao Ke, a cruel demon, could put down all his defenses and embrace the old man at this time.
Of course Zhao Ke would not explain anything to these people.
At this moment, he just wanted to hug the old man in front of him tightly, and one memory after another flashed through his mind.
He will never forget who taught him the first dish.
Who took him at such a young age to travel around the world and taste delicious food from all over the world.
Who, when he was sick, wrapped himself in a thick military coat, braved the heavy snow, walked more than ten kilometers of mountain roads, and rushed to the county town to see a doctor.
These memories, even after thousands of years, will be engraved in his bones and firmly engraved in his heart.
Thinking of all the scenes from that year, this steel-like man's eyes gradually became moist.
He didn't care whether the old man in front of him was just a shadow cast by Karma.
Even if the old man picks up the kitchen knife and chops himself, it doesn't matter. As the old man's dissatisfied disciple, if he is really the cause and effect he owes, it doesn't matter if he is cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, not to mention one cut.
"Master, it's me who is unfilial. I have made you worry all those years..."
Zhao Ke took a deep breath and was ready to be hit hard by this cause and effect.
However, the expected heavy blow did not come, but instead a heavy hug, which made Zhao Ke unable to hold back the tears in his eyes.
The old man patted Zhao Ke on the back with a kind expression, but what reflected in his cloudy eyes was a childish face.
This little guy is so insane in the eyes of others that he will never even use a kitchen knife a second time.
But he is still his most beloved disciple.
The old man's hand gently stroked his forehead, without any more words, he just looked at the wound on his forehead with distress.
Seeing the tears in the corners of Zhao Ke's eyes, the old man slowly raised his rough hands and gently wiped away the traces on his face.
In the end, he just smiled and patted his head, and his figure turned into a little fluorescent light and dissipated from Zhao Ke's arms with a wisp of breeze.
Perhaps the cause and effect that Zhao Ke owes is just the hug that the old man promised in his heart...