Just looking at his size, he is powerful enough to crush a planet with his bare hands. His aura is incompatible with the void, so he can only live in chaos.

Not long after, a charming woman appeared in the distance and asked faintly, "Tong Yin, is Saint Jiang really dead?"

The black hole creature was silent for a while, then laughed in a low voice: "It's still early. Millions of years have passed, and I still underestimated Tiansha."

"I thought that Saint Master Xuan Cang would definitely die, but I didn't expect that such a heart-breaking plan would not only not kill him, but might even help him recover and reach a higher level."

On the other side of the river of Nirvana, you will cross life and death, and then be reborn in Nirvana.

Tong Yin thought that Tiansha stayed with Jiang Zhige just for fun. Who could have expected that he would make this move?

Such an unprecedented method of rewriting the cause and effect of the Great Emperor would be difficult for him to accomplish even though he claimed to be an 'expert in cause and effect'.

"I don't understand what Tiansha is considering. Is it true that in his eyes, we are no match for Jiang Zhige?"

"Why worry too much? Tiansha just lived too long and has nothing to do. Even his existence has its limits."

Gong Liangxiwen disagreed. The formation could only protect the heaven for a hundred years. What could Jiang Zhige do? After a hundred years, those who were supposed to die would still die, and what was supposed to happen would still happen.

At the same time, Jiang Zhige has adapted to the power of the emperor's body and is flying freely over a certain state.

"From now on, the Demon Emperor and Xuan Cang, go to hell!"

"I am who I am. I am Jiang Zhige!"

Jiang Zhige felt the power in his body and was so excited.

In his previous life, he was just an unemployed vagrant who did nothing. Now that he has the power of an emperor, he can fly across the heavens and all realms. Is there anything he can’t do?

Just as Jiang Zhige was imagining his wonderful life in the future, his body standing in the air suddenly began to lose balance, and the power in his body gradually became disordered.

Jiang Zhige's heart skipped a beat. He was so complacent that he forgot that his body as an emperor was in an extremely weak state.

“What the hell?!”

Before Jiang Zhige could stabilize the chaotic power in his body, his body fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the land that was gradually getting bigger in front of his eyes, Jiang Zhige was so panicked that his mind went blank.

After going through so much trouble to escape from the predicament, the good life has not even begun. Is this great emperor going to end up falling to his death?

"Fuck! I'm not as good as that"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang, and Jiang Zhige fell to the ground into a pool of flesh.

【The whole book is finished! 】

Three days later, we went to Quanzhou, within the territory of Jiangyu.

By the river in a village somewhere, a beautiful woman in a cloth skirt was fetching water from the river.

She used a wooden ladle to fill two wooden buckets, wiped the sweat off her face and seemed a little thirsty, so she leaned over and scooped up a pool of clear water and put it into her mouth.

At this moment, a corpse with disheveled hair floating upright on the water came from upstream.

"puff!!"

The woman in the cloth skirt immediately spat out the river water in her mouth and dug her throat desperately, trying to spit out the river water she had drunk.

After a while, she finally recovered from the nausea. She looked up, gasping for breath, and saw that the body was blocked by a rock right in front of her.

"What a damn bad luck!"

The woman in the cloth skirt turned pale, stood up and kicked the corpse.

After this kick, the corpse suddenly groaned, and blood flowed out of its mouth.

"Still angry? Never mind. It's none of my business."

The woman in the cloth skirt snorted coldly, picked up the bucket and walked back.

Never mind whether she had the kindness to save lives, being associated with a zombie floating in the water was not a good thing.

After walking for a distance, the woman in the cloth skirt stopped and walked back.

"Well, if some nobleman is in trouble, wouldn't saving my life help me rise to prominence?"

The woman in the cloth skirt looked at the clothes of the "corpse" and found that although the clothes were tattered, one could still see their former luxury.

The woman in the sarong put down the bucket and reached out to pull the body out of the river.

"You really ruined the good river water!"

Recalling the scene of drinking river water before, the woman in the cloth skirt gritted her teeth, picked up the wooden bucket and poured water on the corpse twice.

Now, regardless of whether the water can still be used, she doesn't have the strength to carry two more buckets of water to drag this person home.

The woman in the cloth skirt then walked back with the wooden bucket in one hand and the corpse's ankle in the other.

Not long after, in Qinghe Village.

The woman in the cloth skirt was so tired that sweat covered her forehead. She loosened the ankles of the corpse, held her knees and gasped.

She was just an ordinary woman. Carrying water was tiring enough for her, and it was too difficult for her to drag a man who was at least 1.83 meters tall for such a long distance.

Not far away, a ragged girl with burn scars all over her body was hanging a quilt outside a thatched hut.

Her eyes were lifeless, as if she had gone blind, and it was difficult for her to even hang out her bedding to dry.

Seeing the girl with scars all over her body, the woman in the skirt immediately showed disgust.

After resting for a while, she shouted to the ugly girl who was still trying to dry the bedding: "Ugly! Aren't you very kind? There is a half-dead person here. Take him to your room and take care of him."

The ugly girl was stunned when she heard the voice, and replied: "Sister Yi Xin? Is he sick? I might..."

How could she, a blind person, take good care of a half-dead patient?

"I'll take care of him if you ask me to! I'll leave him here anyway, so if you don't care about him, let him die."

After saying this, the woman in the cloth skirt stood aside, crossed her arms and looked at the ugly girl quietly.

"Sister Yi Xin, if I can't take good care of him, he, he..."

The ugly girl suddenly became anxious, but she refused several times and got no response.

"Sister Yi Xin, are you really leaving?"

After calling out for a while and still getting no response, the ugly girl could only follow the previous voice and grope her way towards the corpse.

"Idiot! He's a little to the left, you're going the wrong way!"

The woman in the cloth skirt did not really leave. She knew that with the ugly girl's character, she would never leave a dying person alone.

"Thank you."

"Thanks for nothing! I stutter so much that if you don't know me, you might think I'm blind and stuttering."

Hearing this thank you, the woman in the cloth skirt looked even more disgusted, picked up the wooden barrel and turned away.

"Remember, if he wakes up, come and tell me immediately."

"Okay, okay."

By the time the woman in the sarong left, the ugly girl had already found the location of the body.

Her body was weak and petite, even smaller than the woman in the cloth skirt. She could only drag her body into the house little by little with difficulty.

The next day, Jiang Zhige woke up in bed in a daze, holding his head.