Chapter 331: God’s Jailer
“Bang!”
The body of the four-eared giant was thrown to the ground. This place was thousands of miles away from the previous horrific battlefield. It was a huge city. The city wall alone was thousands of meters high and hundreds of meters wide. It was made entirely of some unknown black material, and it was densely engraved with mysterious forbidden runes.
However, no matter how magnificent this city was, it was still ravaged by war, and the ravages were very terrible. What caught Zhang Yang's attention the most was a gap in the city wall about ten kilometers long, which seemed to have been torn apart by some terrible weapon.
Zhang Yang himself could not achieve such force, but perhaps a Mahayana master could? He was not sure.
In short, this world is very mysterious and powerful. He is convinced that it can maintain such confidence under the cover of the ancient law of death and possess spiritual energy that is ten times better than that on Earth.
Because this means that even if humans on Earth were to perish, this world that fell into the cemetery of ash would still be able to live a prosperous life.
It would take millions of years to make this world as dilapidated as the world at the end of the Dharma in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.
Zhang Yang thought carefully, but he was ecstatic in his heart. If he had known earlier, he should have brought the main body of the village building order into this world. Look at the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here, it is really wild.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang naturally would not stay there obediently. After confirming that the leader of the black-armored men who gave him a terrible feeling of danger had left, he turned into a shadow and moved silently into the city.
"Bang!"
Without any warning, a light shield with an extremely complicated pattern suddenly lit up outside the city wall, and blasted Zhang Yang, who was in invisible mode, hundreds of meters away, and even his sword flew out.
Then, before he could summon his sword to escape, a piece of talisman paper with magical light fell from the sky, drew a prison on the ground, and directly imprisoned him inside.
Then, a giant several dozen meters tall suddenly fell from the city wall, almost frightening Zhang Yang to death. If he stepped off the wall, who would he go to for justice?
But his situation was not very good at the moment. The giant pinched the talisman paper cage with his fingers and revealed a mouthful of white teeth.
"Look, Wei Ji, look what I caught, a multi-eared bean man spy."
The giant spoke happily, his voice like thunder, and Zhang Yang was shocked to find that he could understand. This was definitely not because he had a talent for language, but a line of text emerged in his mind. The main body of the village construction order could actually install a language pack for him? But why was it a multi-eared bean man? Before Zhang Yang could think, a huge head appeared on the thousand-meter-high city wall.
"Throw him into the underworld, Giant Back. Don't kill him. Every living person is precious now, even our enemies. Damn! I never knew that being abandoned felt so terrible. Who would have thought that our leader would betray us!"
"I understand, Wei Ji, don't be too pessimistic. At least, don't you still have me?"
The giant who caught Zhang Yang held Zhang Yang's cage carefully, spoke like thunder, and continued to throw trap papers around. I wondered, is he catching small animals?
Zhang Yang's eyes rolled around and he gave up resisting, but he remembered the locations of the trap talismans, as well as the Sword Master Yu Jian who was lying in the corner, probably disdaining to be picked up as a trophy. Yes, that was his clone, or to be more precise, another Zhang Yang.
Soon, Zhang Yang was brought back to the city by the giant, and then he was surprised to find that the interior of this magnificent city was actually in ruins. Except for a tall building in the center that was still intact, the rest was gone.
And in this city with a circumference of at least hundreds of miles, there are only two giants. Oh, and those black-armored soldiers. But in front of these two giants, those black-armored soldiers seem more like puppets.
Zhang Yang was a little confused.
However, the two giants were still complaining, and the most important one was the giant named Wei Ji, who was drinking to drown his sorrows. The wine glass he used was as big as a seven-story residential building.
“Fuck! I’m a god with the purest blood of the Juque clan. And now I’ve been abandoned here like this, with no hope of transcendence for eternity!”
"There is still a chance. What's more, we have the body of that crazy woman in our hands. She is the God of Laws—"
When Zhang Yang heard this, he and the talisman paper cage were thrown by the giant into a tower-like building in the center of the abandoned city.
There was a pause of a few seconds, and then there was endless darkness.
——
"——We can always fight against the ancient law of death."
A half sentence reflected back to Zhang Yang. To be more precise, Zhang Yang's clone was still flying normally, but he didn't dare to move rashly. These two giants were actually gods? He didn't know what gods were, but he thought they should be more powerful than the Mahayana cultivators. Or at least similar.
However, he shouldn't be a very comprehensive god, otherwise why couldn't he discover my sword clone?
Zhang Yang was thinking so and didn't notice that when he was knocked away, his sword didn't fall into a corner, but onto a larger corpse. This corpse was obviously suppressed by heavy means.
However, the incident happened suddenly and Zhang Yang did not see it, so he naturally did not know at this moment that a few drops of golden, bright blood, which had not rotted or dried at all, slowly wrapped the sword.
About a few minutes later, Zhang Yang's consciousness left in the sword clone also fell into a coma.
——
"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"Who kidnapped me?"
In the sunny room, Zhang Yang sat up suddenly, feeling extremely unreal, but fortunately, he remembered everything after a few seconds.
"Are you awake?"
A man walked in from outside the door. This guy was three meters tall, with a great body and muscular body. Especially his eyes, when he looked at her, it was like the gaze of a dragon.
However, behind this man stood an old man with a white beard who was only about 1.60 meters tall. He was obviously a Sky Human, and he looked very familiar.
The old man did not say anything. Instead, he held something like an hourglass in front of Zhang Yang and watched the golden sand dripping out.
After a long time, when the sand stopped dripping, the old man said with a dejected look on his face: "Chief, judging from the traces of time on his body, he should be a descendant of a tribe from five billion years later. In other words, we have been trapped in the Ash Cemetery for five billion years."
Zhang Yang was still confused after hearing this, but the man called the leader stepped forward and stared at him and asked, "Which sequence are you from? Don't try to hide it. There have always been natives in the world that fell into the Ash Cemetery, and you are obviously not a native here, so you must know something interesting."
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
