Zhu Yang really thinks that it is very exciting to open a hell-themed food city here.
There are steamers, oil pans, and iron pans. The kitchen utensils are sharp and the knives are excellent. The heat is strong and the heat is evenly distributed. As long as there is no problem in the seasoning process, it is really difficult to make unpalatable dishes.
If it is said that the first few layers are only cooking tools and methods, and it can be said that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, then the next Niukeng hell, even the problem of ingredients has been solved.
Those who were cast into the Niu Pit Hell committed a crime of cruelty to animals. After being cast into the Niu Pit Hell, they would be trampled on by the hooves of the flaming cattle, and the top horns. In short, the executioners on this floor were countless cattle.
Zhu Yang was curious: "I don't know what breeds of cattle are here, and the quality of different beef is also different."
"If it's all A5, then send it."
He touched the heads of the two little zombies again: "The beef supply in your hot pot restaurant will be the best by then."
The little zombie nodded ignorantly, unaware that he had already arranged for the vast part-time job.
Xiao Ji said: "The hot pot restaurant doesn't need the best part of each beef, the practice of shabu-shabu is a bit wasteful."
Following Zhu Yang's example, Xiao Ji is proficient in all kinds of enjoyment, and is no stranger to business.
Zhu Yang said: "Don't be afraid, if there are many cattle, we can afford it. If we want to open, we will open the highest-end hot pot restaurant."
The two of them murmured, although the topic was confusing, but at least one or two key words could be understood.
Master Zhu smiled and said, "Yo, do you want to be a good girl in the future? Then you have to choose the ingredients carefully."
"This is the first step, absolutely must not be sloppy."
Dabao Erbao suddenly raised a key question: "If there are really cows, it wouldn't be possible to live for so long, right? Eighty percent of them were made into zombies, so can they still be eaten?"
Zhu Yang and Xiao Ji, who were discussing all Zhenghuan, froze, and then looked at each other.
Wouldn't that be authentic zombie meat? One report they absolutely made national headlines the next day.
Don't look at Zhu Yang's haunted house business, the so-called Muxiu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, and there are also a lot of them who are eyeing them.
It's definitely not going to make a scandal like this.
It's still too floating, and I didn't stop for a while, and I didn't even consider this issue.
Seeing that her mother was a little unlucky, Xiaoji hurriedly said, "It's not my mother's fault, it's the zombies here. They are so talented that they can't keep hundreds of live cows."
"We overestimated its ability."
Zombie King: "… "
I don't want this kind of expectation at all.
Sure enough, in the Niu Pit Hell, in the huge stone pit, countless cows with four hooves and tails on fire stamped their hooves, staring at Zhu Yang and his party.
These bulls have red eyes and are no longer angry, but according to the level of zombies, each of them is not a low level of zombies.
Uncle Ying was ready: "Be careful, these cows are not easy to deal with."
Hundreds of red-eyed zombies, even he has experienced such a high battle in his life. Once they step into the bull pit, I am afraid they will be stunned by these infinite strengths and sturdy bodies, surpassing the strength of human zombies. Incomparable cattle siege.
Everyone was extremely vigilant, but Zhu Yang and Xiaoji couldn't hide their disappointment on their faces. Although they were well prepared, they saw that their hopes were completely lost, and the pain of losing hundreds of millions was still there.
"Why can't it be alive? Even if it's older and the meat is older, I'll recognize it. It's not impossible for people to pay for some gimmicks."
"Zombie meat can't be operated. Can cooking temperatures as high as 100 eliminate zombie viruses?"
Xiao Ji said: "Shouldn't it be possible? Otherwise, the zombie virus would not be so troublesome, and the zombie virus would be even more powerful."
Zhu Yang said regretfully, "Yes!"
After he finished speaking, he sighed as he looked at the pitted cow.
Those cows didn't know if they understood the conversation between their mother and son, and their fierce eyes didn't dare to look at them for a moment.
At this moment, Zhu Yang's palm trembled, and several cockroaches spread out around her. It was dark under the cow pit, and the cockroaches appeared unexpectedly.
Zombie New, who was bitten by the cockroach, suddenly had bloodier eyes, and Uncle Ying thought it was these zombie cows going crazy.
As a result, in the next second, those cows lined up obediently, stood neatly on both sides, and divided a path.
These cows are indeed quite strong. If you compare them with reference objects, they are no worse than the intermediate demon generals in the ancestors of Wandu. If you let them go, you may have to sacrifice countless people to eliminate them.
However, after eliminating the Zerg Queen, Zhu Yang's ability to control corpses has greatly increased. At first, he was able to control the army of corpses and let them beat their own people, not to mention now.
If she enters the world of self-cultivation in the future, to tell the truth, I am afraid that she is more suitable for the side of cultivating demons than cultivating immortals.
In this way, the extraction value of this zombie king will be higher.
Zhu Yang took the lead and Xiaoji ignored the cows on both sides and passed through the bull pit hell. Uncle Ying and the others saw that these cows did not attack, and followed behind.
The next few hells seemed a little boring to Zhu Yang.
The stone-pressed hell on the eleventh floor has a vast area, but it will quickly close up and down, like a huge hydraulic press, with a distance of only about three meters high at the beginning.
But in less than two seconds, the top and bottom will close, squeezing everything inside into a puree.
In other words, if you want to pass here, you must pass the distance of hundreds of meters within two seconds.
Zhu Yang could do it at such a fast speed, but it would be tricky to bring people over safely, and the platform over there might not be high enough.
The entire space is only three meters, that is, Zhu Yang passed through at the fastest speed, and the height might be less than one meter when he finally left.
So it is impossible for Xiaoji to carry them in the past. Xiaoji itself is so big, I am afraid that it will get stuck when it drops to half.
However, this is of course limited to the external force conditions that Zhu Yang cannot resist, when the ceiling stone platform is pressed down.
Xiaoji had already carried everyone on his back, and quickly passed through this huge rock hell.
The space is limited, it can only fly close to the ground, but its speed is very fast, but it takes several seconds to completely pass through the space where the narrow influence is exerted.
However, the stone platform that was descending rapidly and the entire closing time was less than two meters became extremely slow during their passage.
Everyone even heard the sour creaking sound of the huge stone platform, as if it was stuck with something.
Zhu Yang, who has always been more relaxed, has a serious face and a high concentration of energy, according to the objective physical conditions of inertia and gravity.
As for the control of the stone platform, it was more difficult for her to hold the thing up than the zombie king to concentrate on pressing down.
Fortunately, the control intensity of the zombie king is more inclined to spiritual things in a sense, that is to say, creatures or monsters and ghosts have a certain life medium.
On the contrary, Zhu Yang will be stronger than pure physical manipulation, because psychic power starts from manipulating dead objects first.
After a few seconds, Xiao Ji carried everyone to the other side, and Zhu Yang was relieved, the huge stone surface fell down with a 'bang'.
The entire tomb shook with a shaky shaking, showing how huge and powerful this thing was.
"This thing is too wasteful to press discarded cans, and it's not suitable for pressing meat patties. I can't think of how to use it for a while."
Xiaoji nodded, mainly because the size is too large, so it doesn't appear delicate.
How developed the industry is now, even if it is not on such a large scale, it is accurate.
So he said, "Will you wait for the small worker to be arrested, and ask if you can reduce the scale? If you polish it again, it should still be of great use."
This little worker is talking about the zombie king.
As expected of the mother and son, this chicken has already drawn a lot of hatred after it came out for so long.
Afterwards, everyone came to Chung-U Hell, where people were guilty of wasting food, disrespecting food and meal rules, and spitting obscenities while eating.
To say that the ancient people's assumptions about the guilt of hell actually permeated all aspects of the common people.
Maybe the relationship between neighbors in the city is indifferent now, and this scene is not common.
However, Zhu Yang grew up in the countryside, but he has seen many long-tongued women. When it came time to eat, he would jump up and down with a bowl in his hand, scolding the street while slicing rice.
According to the standard of the legendary hell, it is estimated that even the saints can't pass safely.
In Zhu Yang's view, the mortar hell is quite interesting, that is, there are several huge stone mortars, which are smashed down with mortar hammers.
Just like pounding garlic and pounding rice cakes, it's just the people in the mortar.
Zhu Yang immediately became energetic when he saw the mortar, and said to Xiao Ji, "This thing is good, this is good."
"Whether it's ingredients or seasonings, the flavor of manual work is always incomparable to machinery, but the cost of manual work is high, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Look at how much you have to pound every day, whether it's peppercorns, garlic or chili peppers. There's also meat paste, which is very powerful. Whether it's making hamburger meat, meatballs, or filling, it's machine pounding. can be compared?"
"Also, many snacks can also be processed in this way. The flour is stronger. Ouch, I'm hungry."
Xiaoji fluttered his wings and said, "Yes, it can save a lot of labor costs and improve the quality."
Zhu Yang is also happy: "As expected of my cub, he has business acumen."
Uncle Ying and Master Zhu looked at the bird coming out, and the conversation became more and more unreliable. They only felt that they were no longer like the righteous people who were crusade against demons and heretics for the world.
It was clearly a bandit who broke into someone's house and smashed and robbed anything they saw.
Uncle Ying, who had conquered demons and eliminated demons for so many years, had such an idea for the first time.
But the next hell doesn't look so friendly.
Zhu Yang and the others stood on the boundless sea of blood, which was really endless, as if they were in a real sea, and the sense of human existence was extremely small.
The previous iceberg hell had allowed Zhu Yang to see the powerful space extension ability of this zombie king, but he didn't expect that it was not even his limit.
Standing on the sea of blood, a strong fishy smell rushed to the face, making people sick.
The tumbling blood plasma looks sticky and dense, as if the blood that countless people have been squeezed is placed here and pooled into the sea, making people very uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.
Dabao and Erbao even retched.
The two little zombies smelled blood, and they were a little bit out of control.
Although Zhu Yang has been fed with spiritual spring water recently, there is usually no reaction to seeing blood, but the scale of blood here has formed an extreme qualitative change, which is not a scale that can be imagined conventionally.
Seeing that they were in a trance, Zhu Yang immediately took them back to the Lingquan space.
Then Xiaoji asked her, "Mom, what's the use of this? Selling blood?"
"But that thing can't be left overnight, it's not easy to store, and the unit price is low. The transportation fee and labor cost alone offset the profit, so it's not worth it."
Zhu Yang also said: "Tsk tsk! That is, with the ability to maintain such a large blood pool, why are those cattle alive?"
The Zombie King is estimated to have been mad at the bandit mother and son.
Suddenly, the waves on the sea of blood were soaring, and they were about to sweep.
Xiaoji's sharp wings were like a knife unsheathed, cutting off the blood wave that was about to drown.
The blood that lost its thrust hit the shore, but because Zhu Yang had set up a barrier earlier, no one was splashed.
However, the blood and water just fell to the ground, and immediately made a rustling sound of corrosion, and the mist that came out immediately looked strange and ominous.
"Hold your breath, it's poisonous!" Uncle Ying said hurriedly.
Then take out the cloth towel, pour it in water and wet it, cover your mouth and nose.
In fact, there is no need. Toxins of this level can be completely eliminated by the spiritual spring water that Zhu Yang gave them before.
However, it is only limited to the edge. Indeed, if you are expected to stay in the sky above the sea of blood for a long time, even if you drink the spiritual spring water, you can only support it for a while.
Zhu Yang looked at the sea of blood that could not see the end, but she really wanted the ability to extend this space, so that when she was strong to a certain extent, it was not impossible to create an interface of her own—
and many more! She seemed to have caught a key.
If the player is strong enough to create a large enough space or even generate a world, then there is another possibility of guessing the origin of the dungeon world.
The next step is that the players in the main world screened this question and did not understand it. How did the authority come from, and how was it correct
If he understands this, Zhu Yang can know how the previous world, the 'God' organization that turned the entire dungeon world into a supernatural society, is planning to get closer to the truth of the game step by step.
However, we still have to take the lead in solving the problem of the sea of blood in front of us.
Zhu Yang asked others to put on Xiaoji's back, and Uncle Ying said, "Is this still the case?"
"I'm afraid it will be difficult this time. This sea of blood is too large, and it is full of poisonous fog. It will be fine for a while, but after a long time, let alone us, even this bird brother can't stand it."
Xiaoji was dissatisfied, and looked underestimated. His mother touched his beak and didn't say anything.
It is true that Uncle Ying's worries are not without reason. If it is a menacing attack, maybe Xiaoji can use its own powerful strength to fight back, but the so-called dull knife cuts people off the most.
As time goes on, I don't know how long this piece of blood will fly. Let's not talk about whether Xiaoji's physical strength can support it. It's impossible for it to fly all the time while using its wings to fan the poisonous mist.
That is, it can reach the opposite side safely, but most of the people present are mortals, especially Mr. Zhu, who is not as old as before, I am afraid that the poisoning will deepen within ten miles.
So Uncle Ying said: "Well, wait for me for a while, I will draw enough evil talismans, prepare as much as possible, and see if I can make it to the other side."
But Zhu Yang waved his hand: "No, Uncle Ying! You forgot that I have this?"
She shook the table in her hand, and the pendant on it was the bead that the Zombie King was thinking of.
Zhu Yang was blinded a few times: "This bead can avoid the evil here, and I have learned the magic of enchantment from the nun."
"As long as the beads are used as a way of enchantment, these blood mists can definitely be avoided."
In fact, Zhu Yang will have a few enchantments, which were collected from the organizing committee in the last world.
However, that barrier is really awesome, and the strength of quasi-advanced players can't be broken.
Unless the Zombie King destroys it himself, otherwise, following the principle that the bigger the volume, the thinner the spiritual power, and if the shock and toxin of the sea of blood want to hurt the people in the enchantment, it is a dream.
Uncle Ying was really overjoyed when he heard it: "Yes, why did I forget it?"
So several people listened to Zhu Yang's instructions, and happily got on Xiao Ji's back.
Zhu Yang encircled the enchantment around Xiaoji. The enchantment was large enough. At the beginning, it was enough for the maggots of the organizing committee to directly build a safe house with various luxury entertainment facilities.
Xiao Ji's figure in this area is naturally not a problem.
Sure enough, as soon as they stepped on the sea of blood, the sea of blood churned below, and the viscous plasma was like magma from a volcanic eruption, but it was more terrifying than the magma.
Countless poisonous mists filled the air, and the turbulent waves and the sky-high blood column tried to knock down Zhu Yang and his party.
But all tangible and intangible attacks, the moment they hit the enchantment range, were all like a tongue of fire, and they were quickly defeated. For a time, the vast sea of blood that was difficult for manpower to fight became no threat.
It's just that this place is really far away. Xiaoji is carrying a few people. Although his physical strength is strong, he is not inexhaustible after all.
What's more, it is strictly a child, and the training has always ignored the endurance part.
Because there are really very few places to use this, Xiaoji is a little tired during this long time of sawing.
Zhu Yang also felt sorry for it, and touched its head: "Okay, you can go back and eat something to rest."
Xiaoji was unwilling to step back on such a trivial matter, and quickly said, "I'm alright, I'll fly over soon."
Zhu Yang smiled: "It's still far away, and I blame me. If you want this ability, you can't use the space distortion to teleport directly. It's hard for you."
Xiaoji shook his head: "It's not hard work, as long as you help your mother show off her abilities, it's all worth it."
"Yeah!" Zhu Yang touched its head, then stretched out his hand, and a huge white dragon appeared next to Xiao Jifei in the next second.
To be honest, when listening to Zhu Yang's conversation with Xiaoji, Uncle Ying and the others were a little heavy.
After flying for so long, there is still no edge in this sea of blood. No matter how powerful Brother Bird is, he can't fly down endlessly.
This is not the sea in reality, you can still find a foothold, stop here and it will be over.
Hearing what Zhu Yang said, it seemed as if she already had a plan in her heart and thought of something.
Everyone is a little bit prepared, but—
But no one expected that she would take out a dragon.
It's a fucking dragon! Dragon!
What does this thing mean to a person in a copy with a Chinese cultural background
Not to mention Uncle Ying and the second treasure, Master Zhu, who has always blindly trusted his daughter, also trembled with his fingers, pointed at Longlong and asked, "This, is this also from the nun?"
Zhu Yang nodded bitterly: "That's not true. You know, countless treasures in our country have been shipped abroad over the years, and I'm just a coincidence."
"I was shopping on the streets of London that day, and I passed an antique shop. There was a dragon-shaped jade pendant in it that was related to me. I bought it back. I didn't expect to stay by my side day and night to cultivate. Since it appears to be real, it is also my good fortune."
"Jade, jade pendant?" Several people couldn't believe it.
Zhu Yang looked at the eye dragon and gave it a color.
Long Long had no time to laugh at the useless use of the extra second child, so he had to reluctantly use a polymorphism.
Then the whole dragon turned into a dragon-shaped white jade pendant lying in the palm of Zhu Yang's palm.
Looking at the craftsmanship and materials alone, it is an incredible treasure. Uncle Ying and Master Zhu took them over, thinking that there are countless such treasures living in other countries, and they couldn't help but feel sad.
Returning the jade pendant to Zhu Yang said: "It is indeed related to you, you have a great fortune."
"Since I can admit this thing, I must have a firm mind." Uncle Ying sighed and said with great joy: "Okay, I have someone who has succeeded me in Xuanmen."
Zhu Yang threw the jade pendant into the air, and Long Long returned to his original posture, looking at Xiao Ji arrogantly.
Xiaoji was a little tired at the moment, and when he saw his eyes, he immediately stretched out his beak to peck at it, and was grabbed by Longlong's claws.
Seeing that the two sons were about to fight, Zhu Yang knocked on his own: "Don't make trouble, is this a place to play?"
Then everyone moved to Longlong's back, and then Xiaoji was taken back, and Qianer gave him a good rest.
In contrast, Longlong is much more powerful than Xiaoji in all aspects. In the end, the pure-blooded legendary creature of the most advanced dungeon, and has been practicing for many years, is not comparable to the current Xiaoji.
With it, even if this sea of blood really restores the length of the ocean on the earth, there is no need to worry.
Sure enough, in the end, the sea of blood could not fight to the death. After changing the dragon, it didn't take long to see the other side.
Longlong said disdainfully, "I'm tired after such a short distance. I think when my father and I went to Lingdao, we flew for three days and three nights."
Zhu Yang rubbed his beard: "You have to see how old your brother is now."
"Humph!" Longlong tilted his head proudly.
When he turned his head, he saw two hundred and fifty eyes staring at him.
"Miss Zhu, yes, can you touch it?" the two said excitedly.
Longlong said immediately: "Touch the hammer, the skin of the melon is stinky and sweaty, covering the scales on my back. It will take several bottles of shampoo to wash it off when I go back. I dare to reach out and cut your claws."
Dabao Erbao lowered his head in frustration, and whispered together, "What a real brother."
"That's right, it's not that the family doesn't enter the house."
"Brother Bird also cursed people like that."
"That tone, that demeanor, that dialect, that little look of disgust, are really exactly the same."
When Longlong raised his hand, he scratched a deep mark on the stone wall with one paw, and looked at the two melon rinds gloomily.
Zhu Yang grabbed it and hung it around his neck, and said with relief like an old mother: "Yes, the relationship between the two children is good."
After the sea of blood hell is the hell of death, this layer is to punish those who commit suicide.
Compared with other punishment methods with distinct themes, this layer is not very clear, so even if the space in front of me is ordinary, Zhu Yang does not dare to step into it rashly.
Because once you go up, you may not be able to come out.
Zhu Yang said to Uncle Ying and the others, "I'll go up first, and then come down when I get to the other side."
Because she couldn't figure it out herself.
When Uncle Ying saw her with Long Long, he nodded and agreed after thinking about it.
So Zhu Yang set foot on the loess in front of him, which was barren. Occasionally, a cluster of flames or iron trees sprang from the ground, but not to mention Zhu Yang, ordinary people can escape with a little agility.
The distance is not too far. The visual distance is only about 200 meters. The dirt and stones make the road a bit rough, but it does not block the line of sight.
When Zhu Yang walked to the middle, he turned around and waved to Uncle Ying and the others behind him.
Uncle Ying and the others also raised their hands to respond to her, saying that they were fine there.
Only then did Zhu Yang continue to move forward.
The distance of two hundred meters, if Zhu Yang sprints at full speed, he can reach it in an instant. Even if he walks at the speed of a normal person, it will only take a few minutes at most.
This is really not an eye-catching distance.
Zhu Yang didn't notice the abnormality, and the whole hell of death didn't make her feel any conspiracy about to come.
She didn't believe in evil, and even magnified her spirit, and the detection inside and out, up and down, found nothing abnormal.
The senses, the details, the insight into the details, all show that the surrounding situation is very normal.
But it happens that this normality makes people uncomfortable, and this is not just a psychological gap.
Because Zhu Yang has an intuition, this intuition is that she is not about to, but has fallen into some kind of trap.
Zhu Yang never ignores his intuition.
So her eyes flashed, and she suddenly launched a time rewind.
Originally, she was only ten meters away from the other side, but she returned halfway in an instant, and she turned back suddenly.
I saw Uncle Ying and the others waving at him, responding to her action just now.
However, when she looked back, in her own memory, she did not look back to say hello to Uncle Ying and the others.
But Uncle Ying and the others responded to her back.
Zhu Yang hooked her lips and sneered with joy.
It seems that she has unknowingly reset other people's time to reincarnation, and in this short two hundred meters, I don't know how long it has been repeated.
Zhu Yang's eyes are cold, but he is happy in his heart. How is this situation similar to the villa's appearance? The only difference is that the influence and causal lines are still not as exaggerated as villas.
But Zhu Yang has found the possibility of controllability.
She frequently retraces the time, her mind is empty, and she doesn't even know which point she will retrace to in the next second.
Finally, there were more and more time bugs in the hell of vain death, and the situation became more and more unreasonable. After as many as four bugs that could not be explained by logic, this small reincarnation point finally collapsed.
Zhu Yang came to the other side.
She curled her lips into a smile. It doesn't seem to be particularly difficult. As long as you find enough bugs, destroy the rules of reincarnation in the world of the villa, and let it collapse before it is completed, you can liberate Teacher Qiu and the others.
However, the existence of that villa in the whole world has not made people feel abnormal, so this is not a small workload, at least it is still very reluctant for Zhu Yang to do it now.
Uncle Ying and the others saw Zhu Yang go up the opposite steps, and then they walked down. The reincarnation was broken, and they came over quickly.
It turns out that the theme of the hell of vain death is that the soul is imprisoned here for life and cannot be reincarnated as a human being. The theory makes sense.
With limited space and time, what better way to trap one's soul than this method
Then Zhu Yang couldn't figure out why there are so many low-level ghost copies, why the villa is special.
Why are only those people caught in the cycle of reincarnation and cannot be liberated, and what created that opportunity.
Although unexpected factors cannot be ruled out, Zhu Yang always feels that the reason is not so simple.
But soon Zhu Yang didn't have the energy to think about these things, because the next hell was even more brutal.
The Fifteenth Floor's Hell of Punishment is designed to punish those who dig graves, unless they suffer from Ling Chi.
If you talk about the previous hell, because everyone present is considered to be upright, and they have never committed any sins in their lives, even if there is, it is a strong argument from a certain perspective.
For example, Uncle Ying, who has conquered demons and slayed demons all his life, accumulated virtue and done good deeds, and the crimes involved in the previous hells had nothing to do with him at all.
Dabao Erbao was adopted by Uncle Ying since he was a child. Although he was a little stubborn and occasionally greedy for a little bit of cheapness, he was not bad in nature, he was a pure and good person.
As a businessman, Mr. Zhu is usually a generous person and a serious businessman. To say it is not a big evil person.
The only thing that cannot be refuted is that Master Zhu has committed the crime of digging people's graves, not one or two.
The tricky part of this layer of torture hell is that after locking up the sins of Master Zhu, there is no way to avoid it.
Unlike before, you could find a way to avoid it. Before Zhu Yang could react, Mr. Zhu suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes, and the next second, he saw him sticking out of the torture hell.
The blades of countless phantoms slashed at him, and Master Zhu suddenly let out a painful howl, and Zhu Yang hurriedly rescued him.
There was no way to drag Master Zhu up, and Master Zhu was not injured, but Zhu Yang knew that he was in a hundred times more pain now than the physical Ling Chi.
Zhu Yang is furious, she is a person who has no respect for tombs, especially the tombs of ancient nobles.
A dead man's grave, I don't know how many blood and tears of living people have been soaked.
The treasures buried inside and its darkness, let them reproduce the light and realize their due value, she doesn't think there is any problem with this.
Zhu's so-called "sin" is nothing at all according to her robber logic.
But that's not the case for the zombie king of the ancient tomb, and I wish the master to suffer from some strange rules at the moment.
He can't even faint, people can faint, how can the soul be
In just these few seconds, the torture that Mr. Zhu suffered on has already made people change their color.
Zhu Yang gave up the plan to pull him out, and immediately launched time backtracking, which simply worked.
Then, when Master Zhu returned to the time before he was involved, he quickly put him into his spirit beast bag.
Spirit Beast Bag is an item in another game space. Even if the game rules limit the player's ability, it cannot limit the rewards of another game.
Naturally, the Zombie King couldn't summon Master Zhu from the spirit beast bag anyway.
The other party seemed to be a little embarrassed and angry, but Zhu Yang didn't give it a chance.
He raised his hand and quickly put Uncle Ying and Dabao Erbao into the spirit beast bag.
He took Longlong to the hell of torture.
Sure enough, countless sword shadows appeared around Zhu Yang, and her soul seemed to be clearly visible. Zhu Yang did not expect to see her own soul in this form.
Shining with golden brilliance, solid, powerful and indestructible.
That's so pretty!
Zhu Yang thought narcissistically, she was still a little too hard on herself, and thought that her soul was in a state of black mud. After all, her character and three views were actually uncomplimentable.
Countless virtual blades came up, their angles were tricky, and with resentful anger, they were aggressively cutting Zhu Yang's soul and flesh and blood.
Zhu Yang didn't use a protective barrier, the opportunity was rare, and she also wanted to see how tough her soul was.
The pain came, but it wasn't particularly obvious. Compared to the miserable Master Zhu who couldn't beg for death, Zhu Yang felt that he was lightly pinched by something.
She was even more certain, and sure enough, her mental strength and soul strength were closely related.
She is confident that her mental power is very powerful among players of the same level. Even if the zombie king may be stronger than her, it is impossible for her to be manipulated behind her back and cause substantial damage to her.
Zhu Yang even said leisurely: "How flexible this knife is, it is different from the previous knife mountain, the knife mountain is sharp but has no soul."
"If the two are combined, it is definitely beyond the reach of a sashimi master who has practiced his whole life."
"It's a good Japanese restaurant, I'm looking forward to you."
Obviously the other party was angrier, but Long Long was more annoyed than the Zombie King.
Its body suddenly grew larger, and it roared violently, which was different from any previous roar.
This roar released its dragon might, not only intimidation, but also a substantial attack, acting on the soul level.
The entire cemetery trembled uncomfortably for several times, as if it was a hindrance to realize that the dragon in it was not in vain.
The shadow of the sword light in front of him suddenly collapsed. Regardless of this floor, the other two players who were two floors behind Zhu Yang and the others were heartbroken when they heard this roar.
But they didn't know that it was from Zhu Yang's Longwei, and thought it was the power of the Zombie King.
It even confirmed: "Fortunately, the woman in front was able to explore the way first. Although there were a lot of stumbling blocks in the back, it is definitely not something we can deal with now that we must face the zombie king first."
It turned out to be a lose-lose idea.
Longlong roared and destroyed the hell, Zhu Yang felt a little pity, and touched its shrunken head: "cheap two guys behind."
Longlong stood up and said, "It doesn't exist."
So he spit out his dragon's breath in the emptied hell of punishment: "This is enough for them to drink a pot."
In short, it is a concept with Zhu Yang, that is, who dares to follow them to pick up cheap, then you will not be allowed to pick up except for the blade.
This concept won Zhu Yang's heart, twisting his beautiful beard and saying, "Good son!"
Originally, it was time to release Master Zhu and the others, but when Zhu Yang and the others came to the next floor and saw the flaming mountain of flames, they gave up the idea.
This Flaming Mountain is not big, and it may not be as big as Longlong's body, which is pitiful compared to the scale of the iceberg and the sea of blood before.
However, Zhu Yang never dared to underestimate it, because the fire inside, even Xiaoji with fine fire, would not dare to pass through it directly.