What kind of fate made He Zhizhou hold his hand by mistake when he turned around.
The sky had gradually darkened without him noticing. The dark night grew out from the shadows of the trees, covering the gloomy brows of the man in front of him.
How evil, domineering, and self-centered. Others were running away with the ball, but He Zhizhou was very glorious to live an advanced version - running with the Demon Lord, and co-starring with the big brother beside him in a play "The Genius Demon Lord of Runaway Zhizhou".
"Big, big brother."
He finally couldn't laugh this time. His facial features drifted left and right like a racing car, and his voice kept shaking: "I pulled the wrong person. Can we go back and change him?"
He Zhizhou had a very clear understanding of his own strength.
His master was away from home all year round and loved to play. Although he was an absolute collector and often bought all kinds of secret books and skills, after the books were bought, he would put them in the study to play domino effect, and the accumulated dust could form a small mountain.
In short, it was just a small piece of salted fish.
The eldest brother holding his hand was a tough guy at first glance. From a distance, he looked as burly as a hill, and from a close distance, he looked as angry as a bull. His head was half his age, and he was surrounded by dark evil spirits, as if he had not taken a bath for 800 years, and all the black mud had become spirits, floating around him.
Coupled with that half-smile, extremely devilish expression, one word, absolutely.
"Go back?"
Qi Han raised his eyebrows and sneered, his tone was very cold: "You unreasonable boy, I'll let you go to hell first!"
The evil spirit swirled like a vine, silently entwining He Zhizhou's ankles and calves. The spiritual pressure was as heavy as iron, pressing him so that he couldn't move, and even escaping became a luxury.
Qi Han raised his free hand, trying to break He Zhizhou's right hand that was holding him, but before the knife fell, he heard a rustling sound behind him.
The murderous intent in his eyes became stronger, and he turned around impatiently.
The dark trees were pushed aside by someone, and from the dense branches, a human head emerged, which was reflected green by the spirit mushrooms.
The man was obviously a disciple of the immortal sect, with extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament. He seemed to have noticed the movement here, and turned his head to meet the two people's eyes.
Qi Han was impatient and frowned; He Zhizhou glanced at the appearance of the person who came, and his expression changed drastically, and he took a breath of cold air like a range hood.
This nose, this mouth, these eyes, this chin, and the stunted little head that he was very familiar with.
He Zhizhou could no longer tell whether the current situation was "wolves in front and tigers behind" or "fellow villagers meet, tears well up in their eyes."
Jesus Christ, the swordsman who crawled out of the bushes like Wangcai not far away turned out to be his mortal enemy -
Ye! Zong! Heng!
Ye Zongheng was also confused when he saw the scene in front of him.
As the proud disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he was very successful in the Trial Secret Realm and collected countless tokens.
He was tired from fighting and naturally wanted to have a good rest. He wanted to find a cave to spend the night, but he didn't expect that he would meet his mortal enemy He Zhizhou while strolling leisurely.
When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.
He Zhizhou didn't know what he was doing, but he was actually arguing with a tall and burly young man in the grove. The two of them were holding hands with their fingers interlocked, which made him feel sick and he just wanted to poke his eyes out.
Ugh, it's really disgusting.
The Demon Lord Qi Han on the side didn't say anything either, staring at the expression of the strange swordsman, and the murderous aura around him became stronger and stronger.
He was surrounded by demonic energy, and should have attracted more attention from others than He Zhizhou, but the other party just glanced at him quickly, and then stared at the fool named He with wide eyes, with shock and confusion in his eyes, obviously very surprised.
He has always been smart, and he immediately reacted that these two people not only knew each other before, but also very likely had a good relationship.
The two people beside him were thinking very fast, while He Zhizhou himself stood in the center of the indescribable eye of the storm, silent.
Going forward or backward was a dead end, not to mention that he was imprisoned by Qi Han's spiritual pressure and could not move. He was speechless for a moment, and just wanted to shed two lines of tears to commemorate his untimely death.
——No.
Maybe, he still has a chance.
He Zhizhou's eyebrows moved, his mind was working very fast, his little eyes moved back and forth between the two people's ugly faces, and a plan slowly took shape.
In Qi Han's cognition, he and Ye Zongheng must be old acquaintances who are familiar with each other this time;
and as far as Ye Zongheng was concerned, he and this big bull brother were entangled and entangled, so their relationship must be very good.
In this way, wouldn't he be able to use this misperception to completely turn around the dead end? Who said being attacked from both sides by the enemy is a life-or-death situation? He wanted to turn this into a double blessing!
"Ha! What? You think you can kill me today?"
He Zhizhou sneered, his acting spirit bursting out at this moment, his eyes raised and his chin lifted, his voice as sharp as a knife: "You didn't expect it, young master, I have help! He said a long time ago that he would teach you a lesson. With your level, what can you do to me?"
This mean and arrogant tone would make his parents so angry that they would have a mixed doubles fight between men and women on the spot;
this facial features that are about to rise to the sky, the chef would want to take out a rolling pin and flatten it directly.
——This is "The Character Setting of He's Acting Collection": The mistress who is smug in front of the original wife.
This skill is the culmination of the art of despising. Once it is activated, the opponent's morale will increase threefold. It is not recommended to use it casually unless it is a way to kill yourself.
But now it is different.
Although Qi Han and Ye Zongheng can hear that he is mocking people, they only think that He Zhizhou is targeting them, and the other person present is what he calls "helper".
I never expected that this bastard He Zhizhou would not only scold them, but also treat them as tools for him to use, just waiting to see dog bite dog, a peak battle of the century.
Qi Hangui was a demon king, and he had never been provoked so blatantly. His eyes were bloodshot and wide open, and the demonic energy around him was like a burning flame, which suddenly rose high.
——There is such a shameless person in the world. He couldn't beat him, so he arranged for help early. Presumably, those damn righteous monks had already seen his true identity, so they set up this game to make him reveal his identity!
This is an obvious humiliation, and he will make sure these two brats suffer today!
Ye Zongheng had fought with He Zhizhou for several years, and he had never seen him so arrogant. He clenched the scabbard in his hand with a stern look, and made a gesture ready to meet the enemy.
——He Zhizhou is really shameless. In order to cling to the strong man to deal with him, he even sacrificed his appearance and tugged with this strong man. How shameless.
The man was surrounded by a very strong demonic aura. He was probably a descendant of the demon clan like Pei Ji of Xuanxu Sect. But so what, we are all disciples of the Jindan stage. Under the sword way, all beings are equal. Who is afraid of who! Don't be arrogant, you bastard!
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Unfortunately, the two believed the slander of He Zhizhou, a villain. In the confrontation, they were fighting wits and courage with the air, and the fight was extremely fierce and angry. But
He Zhizhou was not afraid of the excitement. When the surrounding spiritual pressure gradually moved to Ye Zongheng, he finally let go of Qi Han's palm and stepped back a few steps, and continued to shout with his neck held high: "Why, you dare not move? Are you scared? That's it? No way, there won't be anyone who can be scared so easily! My friend is ready, don't be a shrinking turtle!"
Qi Han's eyes twitched.
Ye Zongheng clenched his fists.
A gust of cold wind blew past, lifting the two people's long black hair and flowing long gowns.
The demonic energy and the sword energy were invisible but tangible. In the night, the swords were drawn and confronted each other, and there was a sense of impending storm. One or two buzzing sword sounds could be heard faintly, hitting the eardrums.
Qi Han's face was gloomy and cold: "You are quite brave, kid."
Ye Zongheng was amused by his kingly temperament. He sneered disdainfully: "When I kill you, you will find that I am even braver."
"Stand up!"
The demonic energy surged like black mist, as if it would attack fiercely in the next moment. Qi Han shouted: "We are just different from you, so we have to be looked down upon and killed. Today I will kill you, a madman, and see who dares to point fingers at us in this secret realm!" He Zhizhou
knew it very well and understood that the "we" he was talking about was the demon clan.
This man is really shameless. He put aside the spirit fox that was almost exterminated, and said "just different from you" as soon as he opened his mouth. It seems that he has done all the things that are hated by both humans and gods, and he is still not convinced by the righteous way of exterminating them.
He killed people and set fires, he slaughtered the whole family, but he knew that he was a good boy.
But does one need a reason to eliminate pests?
Ye Zongheng was shocked when he heard this, and his gentle and refined fair face instantly twisted into a mess.
- No way, big brother, if you really want to hold hands with He Zhizhou, just go and hold hands!
I know that your relationship is indeed different from others... but there is no need to be so cynical! When other people see you two, at most they will gather together to discuss what "killing them all" and "slaughtering the madman" mean, are you sick!
Ye Zongheng drew his sword from its sheath, his face reflected a cold white by the sword light, and his voice became a little colder: "No point in talking, come on! None of you can escape today!"
This brat actually wanted to kill all the demons in the secret realm!
Qi Han laughed loudly, and in a moment, his spiritual energy surged, and the surging black tide swept through the air with overwhelming force, attacking Ye Zongheng not far away!
Until this time, Ye Zongheng finally realized that something was wrong.
This burly uncle like a bull had amazing spiritual power, which was not at the level of a Jindan stage cultivator at all, and the demonic energy was too pure, zero pollution and zero additives, and not a trace of righteousness could be detected. This person didn't seem to be a serious person who came to participate in the trial.
He was a very orthodox demon, and his cultivation was not low.
Before being rushed into the air by the vast demonic energy, Ye Zongheng looked at He Zhizhou with a look of astonishment. Thinking of his abnormal words and expressions, he finally understood something in his heart, and shouted with a struggle: "Brother, you were deceived by him!"
Qi Han was even more furious when he heard this.
Of course, he knew that he was deceived by He Zhizhou, otherwise he would not have revealed his identity and placed himself here, trapped in the encirclement of upright sword cultivators. This person succeeded in his evil plan, and afterwards he even showed off so blatantly...
Why would he kill people and destroy their hearts?
Qi Han was furious, so angry that he broke his voice: "Shut up! Me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, layers of demonic energy surged up, rushing forward like a long dragon. Although Ye Zongheng tried to defend himself, he was still mercilessly knocked into the air.
——This is actually a Yuanying Dacheng demon!
The pure-blooded demons had long disappeared. He couldn't figure out where He Zhizhou found this thing in front of him. He cut him like cutting vegetables. If he ran into other Jindan-stage disciples, he might even be able to make a Manchu-Han feast.
Ye Zongheng was hit by the demonic energy and his mind was confused, and his internal organs were churning. He had never been humiliated like this before, and just as he was about to rant, he suddenly saw a white figure flash by his side.
When he looked closely, he saw He Zhizhou stepping on his right foot with his left foot, and then on his left foot with his right foot. By stepping on each other with his two feet, he gradually rose to the air like climbing a ladder!
- Are you sick? ! !
Although He Zhizhou and Ye Zongheng have always been at odds, he is not so crazy as to hand his mortal enemy to the Demon Lord to be cut into pieces.
He was unable to move due to the pressure of the demonic energy, and could only stand there and wait to die. The reason why he deliberately provoked the conflict between the two was just to divert Qi Han's attention, and planned to take the opportunity to take Ye Zongheng away and escape after getting rid of the pressure.
And now, when Ye Zongheng was rushed to the sky by the evil spirit, it was their best chance to escape!
He Zhizhou didn't care about the shock on Ye Zongheng's face, dragged him by the collar of his neck and ran into the dense forest, explaining while escaping in panic: "This is a long story. That person is the demon king hiding in the secret realm. With our strength, we are definitely far inferior to him. The most urgent thing is to escape as soon as possible and meet up with others."
In the world where he originally lived, there was a stock god named Buffett, who was invincible and killed people everywhere.
But if the two of them overestimated their own capabilities and wanted to duel with Qi Han, they would become veritable "Bajuete", invincible, slaughtered by all sides, and in the end it would be no different from giving away their heads for charity, being pinned to the ground and crushed by the Demon Lord, and ruthlessly harvested like leeks.
Ye Zongheng was dragged by the collar from behind and ran away. It was unknown whether he was angry or annoyed. His words were weak and unclear, like a dying breath.
He Zhizhou was against the wind, and could only piece together his meaning through a few blurred syllables: My heart is so tired, if I die, He Zhizhou, you are the murderer.
He Zhizhou could only respond to his words: "Okay, okay, um um, I get it, remember to drink more hot water to recuperate when you go back."
Ye Zongheng continued to talk like a Buddhist, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and more and more weird. He was twitching like a dead fish washed up on the shore, and a sound similar to Kayako climbing the stairs came out of his throat.
When He Zhizhou turned his head impatiently, he found that he had fainted with his eyes closed and his tongue sticking out.
He Zhizhou finally understood.
What he wanted to say was, "My neck is tight... Ugh - I'm dying, He Zhizhou, let go!"
He Zhizhou turned him over with an expressionless face, as if he was picking up an Indian pancake. A mournful cry echoed in the silent woods, which was his last tenderness to Ye Zongheng.
"Hey."