The lavender patterned bed tent, velvet quilt, exquisite furniture, soft and thick carpets, and gorgeous lamps all mark the noble status of the owner.
However, at this moment, the strong smell of herbs mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and blood filled the entire room. Unsuppressable and painful coughs kept ringing. No matter how noble the bloodline was, it was useless in the face of the epidemic.
No. 09 Zhang Yang looked at the woman on the bed, half of her body rotten but still breathing, and shook his head regretfully.
If possible, he really wants to save this woman, not only because she is his fiancée, but also because he can gain control of most of the entire kingdom by marrying this woman, which has implications for his plan. Important help, but now it seems that everything is not necessary.
After walking out of the room, No. 09 Zhang Yang let out a long sigh. The Xing clan members were trapping themselves in a cocoon, and of course he himself was trapping himself in a cocoon.
They all thought they could use witch fire to guide Big Fei Mozi to come, but unexpectedly, although the guidance was successful and temporarily forced back some of the ancient god's intentions of the game, it also successfully attracted the core level of Big Fei Mozi. the power of.
An extremely terrifying plague, with an indescribable curse, broke out crazily within a few days. It first polluted the earth's veins, and then the already crumbling heaven fell. The entire world of the Xing Clan turned into a playground for big droplets.
Even if he is as strong as a god, he can only survive.
His fiancée, who had been acquired through hundreds of years of strategy, was already close to a god in strength, but now she cannot hold on.
As for No. 09 Zhang Yang himself, he was captured by the unspeakable curse early. If he hadn't still had the passivated true spirit particles to suppress the changes in his body, he would have died long ago. No, or It became a plague spirit under the control of Big Spray!
"I am probably the unluckiest and most unsuccessful trumpet."
With a wry smile, Zhang Yang looked at the royal capital that was so prosperous a few days ago, but now it was a hell on earth.
This huge city has a history of 100,000 years. There are two gods sitting in the city, and it is known as the most invincible Satre Mango (Xing tribe language: giant of the earth. In addition, Xing tribe civilization adopts the kingdom system and there is no secular isolation).
"I wonder how prepared the main body is? The original plan was to strive for a buffer of one thousand to two thousand years, but it only lasted five hundred years."
No. 09 Zhang Yang sighed, and because the will of the ancient god of the game is suspected to have arrived, he has not contacted the subject for five hundred years, only transmitting some information one-way from time to time.
Now, he only needs to complete the last one-way information before he can die calmly.
No. 09 Zhang Yang walked slowly, not far away there were piles of swollen corpses, but ferocious monsters were constantly crawling out of the corpses, or the corpses simply turned into new monsters.
The sky was gloomy, leaving only a dark vortex, which seemed to be some kind of evil eye, but in fact it was the way of heaven that was infected and corrupted by the big droplets in the world of the Xing clan.
It is currently under the control of Big Sprayer's will, constantly raining poisonous rain and evil wind on the land, destroying and infecting every surviving creature.
On the earth, evil and filthy seeds emerged from the soil and corpse water and grew vigorously. They showed their teeth and claws, took on strange shapes, and kept singing a strange song that ordinary people could not hear. This song would follow the evil spirits. The wind blows far away, over mountains, across rivers, tall city walls, powerful witchcraft, laws and magical powers cannot stop them. They will penetrate into the soul of any living being, and in the true spirit, they are always at the sharp end. Screaming, roaring, polluting, tearing apart.
The people of the Xing tribe are finished.
The fire of civilization passed down from the ancient witch clan was completely over.
No. 09 Zhang Yang walked step by step, expressionlessly using a huge hammer to smash all the plague corpses, plague spirits, and plague insects that blocked the way. The black flesh was like flying cinders, paving a path behind him. Spacious runway.
"boom!"
The streets and houses in front suddenly began to collapse in large areas, and then a dark hand that was several times larger than the locomotive came out. With just a push, half of the street collapsed, revealing a burly giant hundreds of meters tall.
"It's you, father-in-law."
No. 09 Zhang Yang's mouth curled up. The man in front of him was the former king, the god of the Xing Clan, the igniter of the ancient witch fire, and was once an important partner in Zhang Yang's plan.
When the change occurred four days ago, Zhang Yang entrusted him to guard their own earth line. After all, for the Xing clan members, it didn't matter if the sky fell, but the earth line must not be lost.
As a result, it now appears that the future father-in-law has been infiltrated by the power of Da Fei Mozi and has completely fallen.
"Then let's end it!"
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly, he no longer wanted to escape, and he couldn't defeat him, and he didn't expect the main body to take revenge. Alas, the life of being a trumpet is so miserable!
"The Will of the Earth!"
With a low roar, the huge hammer in his hand, which was originally three meters long on each side, lit up with the war patterns of the ancient witch clan. This is the most powerful thing on the surface that he has deciphered after studying the blood inheritance of the ancient witch clan for the past five hundred years. War patterns, as long as there is enough support from the power of the earth's veins, even the gods can defeat them.
As for this giant hammer, he made it out of two black and white bricks that suppress luck. It can be regarded as an artifact.
I think he relied on this giant hammer and the strongest war mark on the earth to blast the father of his fiancée, who was still arrogant at the time, and thus captured the heart of his stronger fiancée, and then started He made a savage and rude proposal, and now, at this moment, in this situation, he has lost the support of the power of the earth, so he should treat it as a farewell for himself.
"Wumagri is poisoning Allah!"
The hundred-meter-tall former father-in-law, now a fallen god, suddenly heard a voice roar from his mouth, but it was the language of the ancient witch clan.
The translated meaning is - surrender to my Lord and offer your true spirit, and you can gain eternal life.
If it weren't for the wrong scene, Zhang Yang would have laughed. Are you kidding your sister? Such a low-level line will be answered with a billion times negative reviews!
Holding a giant hammer in hand, he leaped over and jumped to a height of a thousand meters. The war pattern on the giant hammer transformed the will of the earth in an instant, like a towering mountain with a radius of hundreds of miles crashing down.
The fallen god on the ground suddenly opened his big mouth, as if he was laughing. No, his big mouth was expanding, and it expanded to thousands of square kilometers in an instant. From the big mouth, rotten air spurted out!
The mountain-like giant hammer in Zhang Yang's hand began to shatter into pieces like rotten mushrooms before it fell. The war pattern of the will of the earth flickered and could be extinguished at any time.
With a sigh, Zhang Yang didn't even think about evading, since he was only going to die anyway, so just jump in and explode your true spirit!
And at this moment, a spiritual light lit up, like a golden sunlight piercing the fog, directly covering Zhang Yang's mind.
"I know, I can finally connect to the Internet!"
Zhang Yang almost shed tears of excitement.
It only took a thousandth of a second for the subject's consciousness and the consciousness of No. 09 to synchronize information and data.
Then in the next one-thousandth of a second, 09 trumpet Zhang Yang knew everything. He even had the time to sigh that Qu Shang, the female supporting character who had lived for ten thousand, no, thirty thousand years, was finally going to be corrected.
In one second, networking ends.
The subject did not send any huge resources, nor did it have any power, but just data synchronization was enough.
The giant hammer in his hand was half rotten, and the Chaos-Black and White Ancient Law was still somewhat weak in the face of the core pollution of the big droplet. Zhang Yang jumped into the giant mouth.
"Seal of the Plague God!"
Make seals and carve them all in one go!
A Plague God Seal that was only one-twentieth completed appeared in front of Zhang Yang. Even though the unfinished Plague God Seal would dissipate in a few minutes, it was enough to severely damage the fallen god.
The golden light burst into thousands of auspicious colors, instantly destroying the surrounding darkness, leaving all the filthy shadows without a trace!
"boom!"
A large hole with a diameter of more than a kilometer was directly melted open by the power of the Plague God Seal. Zhang Yang fell down intact, while the fallen god who suffered heavy damage wailed and jumped into the pit and fled to the depths of the earth.
"Huh! I didn't expect that in just five hundred years, the subject would be so awesome. This Plague God Seal is really awesome. The plan to kill the Plague God's Heart is so bold. Hey, Xiao Shang Shang has a really good figure."
09 The trumpet is flamboyant and laughing happily. This is really a desperate situation with no way out, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Well, what surprised him the most was that Qu Shang was so brave. He was so brave!
But then again, Qu Shang has really been following him for more than 30,000 years. He has lived and died all the way. Even if he is a little ambitious, he has never let him down.
I think he actually disliked it at first, when Qu Shang recommended himself as a pillow mat for the first time.
"So, Zhang · Ice-cold scumbag · Watermelon is delicious · Wooden spear rebellion · Trap each other · Yang, are you enjoying your food? Haha!"
After teasing himself, Zhang Yang quickly recovered. The main body was not allowed to come here, so he could only rely on himself to find the core strength of Da Fei Mozi, and then lock it accurately.
In short, there is nothing wrong with the trumpet serving the main body.