Chapter 1320

Zhang Chunqiu's face was like ashes, and he looked at Zhang Yuzhi in despair.

"Yuzhi... Don't..." Zhang Chunqiu tried to stand up and stop Zhang Yuzhi, but his body was too demonized to stand up.

"All you want is me. Let them go. I promise to integrate with you." Zhang Yuzhi said.

"Of course, to me, they are just like ants on the roadside. It won't do any good to trample on them, but it won't do any harm. As long as you integrate with me, I guarantee that they will be safe and recover as before. " She said.

"Let's go, kid. You've done enough for Zhangjia. Now you are the only one in Zhangjia who is not affected by magic. You are the one who should live the most." Zhang Siyou said.

"Yuzhi... Don't..." Zhang Chunqiu's eyes are full of despair, because he knows that with Zhang Yuzhi's character, she can't go now.

"Brother, I'm an ominous person. I should have died long ago. I'm satisfied to do something for you at the end." Zhang Yuzhi, with tears in her eyes, walked towards the corpse flower.

"Don't..." Zhang Chunqiu struggled desperately. His fingers were pressing the ground, which was about to break. The blood of his fingertips dyed the ground.

Zhang Siyou and others are also shouting, but they can't stop Zhang Yuzhi from walking towards the corpse flower.

"It's not you who deserve to die, it's the people who make you cry." A voice came from not far away.

All of them were stunned. They turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice. One of them was wearing armor, and the whole person seemed to be bathed in a brilliant figure, walking step by step to the enchanted grave.

"People... Emperor..." suddenly someone recognized the origin of the figure and was overjoyed.

Zhou Wen's Dragon Armor and sword are so conspicuous that almost no one on earth knows it.

Zhang Yuzhi turned his head and looked at Zhou Wen. After seeing it clearly, he was slightly stunned. There was surprise in his eyes, and it was a bit strange.

Zhou Wen step by step, stepped into the fire, the strange fire, and did not cause any harm to his body, as if the fire did not exist.

Walking past Zhang Yuzhi and towards the corpse flower, Zhou Wen holds the handle of the killing immortal sword.

"Who are you?" The voice of the goddess of drought came from the pit.

"I don't like you. People who want to kill you." Zhou Wen said.

"Why are human beings always so ignorant, always say some self righteous words?" There was a sense of anger in her voice. She seemed to be really angry.

"That's because there are so many idiots, they speak too euphemistically, they can't understand." Every step of Zhou Wen's body, the meaning of the sword is stronger. At this time, the meaning of the sword is so strong that it's hard to imagine. The killing immortal sword has not yet come out of its sheath, but the meaning of the sword seems to have condensed into the essence and is about to split the earth.

In the fire, a figure appeared, the corpse flower automatically flew to the eyebrow position of the figure, and disappeared in a flash.

The figure was dressed in white, with white gauze on her face. I couldn't see what she looked like, but her voice was undoubtedly the goddess of drought.

"No one dares to speak to me like this, even in the age of mythology, when natural disasters are everywhere." It was obvious that she was really angry with Zhou Wen.

"Then I'll be more tactful. If you can take my sword and not die, I'll spare your life and allow you to continue to be in prison in the devil's grave." Zhou Wen said.

"Death The goddess of drought has been extremely angry, and the flame on her body has turned into a mighty force, turning the whole sky into a flame, as if the whole world was just a flame.

The endless sky fire turns everything in it into scorched earth.

The fire of the goddess of drought can incinerate all things, even if it is not inferior to the real fire of the sun, and even more weird and terrifying.

Looking at the flames devouring heaven and earth and oppressing the emperor, it seems that the brilliant figure of the emperor has become much smaller.

Zhang Jia people are worried about whether the emperor can resist the sky fire of drought, which is the terrible flame that can defeat Fengbo and Yushi.

"You... Don't..." Zhang Yuzhi looks complicated and seems to want to say something.

But before her words were finished, the sword in Zhou Wen's hand had been pulled out.

At the moment when the killing immortal sword came out of its sheath, the heaven and earth and all things in the world seemed to be solidified. The rainbow like light of the sword cut all things in the void, and directly cut the fire in the sky in half, as if cutting the sky open.

One sword cuts through jiuchongxiao.

Zhang Yuzhi only saw a flash of sword light, and the sky covered by sky fire was divided into two parts from the middle, revealing the original clear sky.

When we look at him again, we can see that on his snow-white clothes, a piece of purple magma like liquid appeared in front of his chest, dropping on the ground.

The purple liquid drops on the ground, each drop with hot energy, contact with the crystal, immediately will be burned through, forming a deep invisible pore, also do not know where the final drop.

"I'm hurt!" Everyone in Zhangjia was both surprised and happy.

Fortunately, Zhangjia may be saved, but to his surprise, the emperor actually cut the legendary almost invincible Hanyu with one sword, which is worthy of being called the strongest man in human beings.

If you put on a few more swords, will you be able to kill the goddess of drought?

At this time, Zhou Wen was a little frightened. He wanted to use the power of chopping the immortal and killing the immortal sword to hurt or even kill the goddess of drought.

However, when he cut off the sword, he only hurt the goddess of drought. Let alone kill her, he even failed to do heavy damage. Zhou Wen could feel that the injury was not serious.

"It's worthy of being the legendary goddess of drought. It's so strong." Zhou Wen exclaimed to himself.

At this time, the goddess of drought was staring at Zhou Wen fiercely, as if she wanted to eat people.

Even in the age of mythology, she had never been hurt when she fought with other powerful guardians and alien creatures. At this time, she was hurt by Zhou Wen.

Although there is a very important part of the reason is that she failed to integrate with human beings, was seriously suppressed by the rules of the earth, unable to fully play their own strength.

However, she still couldn't bear the result. She was determined to kill Zhou Wen.

The goddess of drought is naturally a person who knows the goods. She is afraid of the extraordinary killing sword.

But Zhou Wen knew that the sword of killing immortals was in his hand now, which was just a decoration.

"It's rare to be able to take my sword and not die. It's not easy to evolve to this point. It's a pity to kill you. I'll spare your life." Zhou Wen hung the sword back to his waist and looked at the goddess of drought. He seemed to say it casually.

Zhou Wen's words almost blew the lung of the goddess of drought. No one dared to speak to her like this even in the myth age of countless strong people.