Chapter 699 bad luck!
Looking at the nearby restaurant and the people around him who were looking at him with dull faces, zheng yun smiled at them and walked directly into the restaurant.
The effect of the knowing pen was beyond Zheng Yun's expectations. He could even use it to replace flying, but the only regret was that the energy contained in the knowing pen seemed to have been used too many times, leaving the remaining magic power to be used only a few dozen times.
"It seems that Xiaotianquan still doesn't have a chance to retire, and the The magic tower is still empty. We have to let a few more people in." Zheng Yun said secretly.
At this time in the micro universe, with the help of the Black Phoenix to speed up the time to help restore their injuries, the Xiaotianquan suddenly shivered in terror.
"What's the matter? I felt a whisper coming from the abyss..." The Xiaotianquan looked at a huge The magic tower that was very far away from itself, and it knew that the stupid bird that had displeased Zheng Yun before was locked up there.
"What can I do to improve my own strength?" The Xiaotianquan's dog fur stood on end, and at this moment it felt like it needed to perform well to improve its strength.
On the desolate ground, a pool of blood, pus, and even all kinds of liquid spilled on the ground. More than ten rays of light flew through the sky, followed by a white-haired old man landing on the ground.
As the light faded, Ouyang Mo's eyelids trembled slightly as he controlled his head and shifted his gaze to the corpse on the ground beside him.
It was not too long before Ouyang Zhao died. As the former master of the pen, Ouyang Mo himself had the ability to track the usage of the pen. As long as Ouyang Zhao used the pen, he could directly lock Ouyang Zhao's position.
But this was clearly the last time he was able to locate Ouyang Zhao.
At this time, Ouyang Zhao's body had completely decomposed, and there was a crow-like bird next to it that did not know the species but was pecking at Ouyang Zhao's rotting flesh.
Looking at Ouyang Zhao's body, Ouyang Mo's eyes turned red in an instant. Although he was hunting Ouyang Zhao alone, Ouyang Zhao was still his brother. He never thought of killing Ouyang Zhao. He just wanted to catch Ouyang Zhao, make him lost, and bring the pen back.
But now he would never have this chance again, because he was already dead, and he would never have this chance again.
"No more... No more..." Ouyang Mo's hands trembled. His brothers had been struggling to survive for thousands of years. How could he not be angry after so many years of love?
"Who killed you... Who took the zhixing pen? Who is it? Who is it! Who is it? Ouyang Mo roared.
Several Zhi xing gong elders flew to the side of Ouyang Zhao's body and were naturally aware of Ouyang Mo's anger. As the elders of the Zhi xing gong, they were brothers after all.
While Ouyang Mo was in agony, the elders also looked at Ouyang Zhao's body.
However, the more he looked at it, the weirder it became. The more he waited, the more strange it became.
"Lord of the palace! Come and have a look! Ouyang Zhao's body is weird!" One of the elders roared.
Ouyang Mo suddenly paused, then turned into a flash of light and flashed to the side of Ouyang Zhao's body, his eyes filled with an indescribable horror red.
At this time, Ouyang Zhao's body was very miserable. Even if the skin of his body rotted, even his chest was completely hollowed out. There was nothing left in it. There were still a few pieces of nascent baby fragments left in Ouyang Zhao's chest.
"Your entire chest was hollowed out? Why would his killer do that?" More than a dozen elders frowned as they looked at Ouyang Zhao's body. Although Ouyang Zhao had stolen the zhixing pen, Ouyang Zhao was still a member of the Zhi xing gong. No matter what, the people of the Zhi xing gong chose to stand by Ouyang Zhao. We could catch him ourselves, but no one else could kill him, let alone the zhixing pen.
Ouyang Mo looked at Ouyang Zhao's body and his eyes became colder and colder. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "This is the method of the devil!"
"The devil?" The people next to them suddenly had a look of awe in their eyes. When they thought of the devil, they immediately thought of the devil, Zheng Yun, whom the entire Tianfang realm had previously discussed.
"Lord, was it Zheng Yun who let the rumors out of the Zhuge house?" An elder said.
"He's just a rumor monger. He has nothing to do with Ouyang Zhao?"
"I remember he was looking for someone, right?"
"Yes, but the Zhuge house hasn't told us yet. They just know that his rumor is false and won't let the people of the nine great powers go after him."
Listening to these elders, Ouyang Mo said gloomily, "His purpose... Maybe to catch Ouyang Zhao. Ouyang Zhao was besieged by us and was injured so badly that he had to find enough heaven and earth aura. He had a Star Sucking Great Skill that claimed to absorb the perfect and pure heaven and earth aura, so Ouyang Zhao took the bait."
"Really?" A group of elders didn't believe it. Even for this reason, it was too accurate, wasn't it?
What's more, they knew that Ouyang Zhao was injured because their Zhi xing gong went to catch Ouyang Zhao, and no one knew about this operation. Even before they started the plan, Ouyang mo told them that unless Zheng Yun could predict the future, it was him.
At least the Zhi xing gong didn't believe it.
But the way Ouyang Zhao died was a little frightening. It looked like a fiendish cultivator.
In fact, here in the Tianfang realm, the magic cultivator was actually extinct. After all, in such a place where the spirit of heaven and earth was exhausted, everyone was afraid that they would be possessed by the magic cultivator, so they had already completely killed the magic cultivator and even burned up the magic power.
Unfortunately, even if the Zhi xing gong thought it was purely a coincidence, it still couldn't stop Ouyang Mo from taking revenge.
"Where is that devil?" Ouyang mo looked at an elder gathering information.
The elder shook his head with a bitter smile and thought to himself, Zheng Yun Zheng Yun, you are really unlucky.
"It's nearby."
It was such a coincidence that it was impossible to doubt Zheng Yun.
"Nearby?" Ouyang Mo's eyes were filled with unspeakable hatred, so he was not wrong to guess that the person who killed his own brother was the devil, and the person who took away the pen was also the devil! Everything was done by that devil!
"Zheng Yun, you must die!" Ouyang Mo rose to the sky.
More than ten Zhi xing gong elders followed Ouyang mo.