Ex 16

In fact, Zhou Ze, who lost control of the body at this time, can understand the resentment of the boy in front of him;

It's a little similar to half a face in those days,

Looking up at the sky,

Ordinary people may just look at the weather and enjoy the bright sunshine.

But if you concretize the sky into a visible person, and that person is beside you, it is almost an omnipresent and nowhere to escape crazy strife, which makes you suffer from intense suffocation all the time.

Yinggou is such an existence. He once sat on the throne of bones and suppressed an era.

Although it has fallen, the rhythm of comeback can still make those who have experienced terror tremble in their hearts.

The boy turned himself into a spirit under the white bone throne, but you can't infer that he was ready to stay early to prevent future trouble. Countless years ago, he planned to win this day.

He is not so awesome. If he was so awesome, yinggou would definitely taste his blood.

But this white throne, like purgatory, has suppressed countless once tyrannical existential consciousness,

Their unwillingness,

Their anger,

Their resentment,

After countless years of pressing and grinding, it almost became a substance.

Maybe, in those days, he really thought about it when his deadline was approaching, and maybe he could leave a thought to see his master again;

However, under the influence of the white bone throne, it may really not matter what the original intention was.

Yinggou won't care,

Zhou Ze won't care,

Just as the public has long been immune to and even bored with the miserable childhood and miserable life behind the murderers and criminals.

The green light is wrapped around yinggou. Yinggou doesn't move. You can understand that he is trapped or that he doesn't need to move.

However, Zhou Ze felt a little lonely.

Is it disappointment?

Disappointed in him, betrayal?

Or,

Disappointed in his own year, although he suppressed for a lifetime, nothing remained, or even changed.

Finally,

It's really the end of betrayal.

The two sides are interlinked, so at this time, boss Zhou can clearly touch yinggou's "heartbeat" and perceive his emotional context.

However,

This desolation,

Just a little bit.

"Boom!"

The white bone throne rose into the sky,

Exudes extremely terrifying pressure,

This crack space began to tremble violently at this time, and even damaged cracks appeared in some places.

The narrow canopy of the sky was instantly stained with black, as if the sea of the nether world, which had long disappeared, appeared again at this time.

The white bone throne was once suspended in the sea of the nether world for a long time. In the virtual space of Zhou Ze's soul, the white bone throne and the sea of the nether world are almost the same.

Therefore, when the white bone throne is really triggered, it is also a normal thing to pull out the virtual shadow of the sea of the nether world.

Faces distorted by anger began to emerge around the white bone throne,

The boy is an introduction,

And they around the throne,

Is the next finale.

Their grievances are majestic and have been saved for a long time. Now, they are about to burst out.

Zhou Ze's eyes fell on the white bone throne.

In fact, this throne is a little strange.

Just like the mirror that is still wrapped in cloth on the inside and outside of the old road,

early years,

It must also be a well-known magic instrument in the moment of fashion,

But later, it broke and fell down, and finally gave birth to a freak like master Xu Qinglang.

And this throne has been lost since it fell behind. After so many years, some changes will certainly happen.

Be studied by this family and changed by the demons inside;

"Hum!"

The throne was suspended above Zhou Ze's head,

all around,

There were bursts of shrill roars,

They are very excited,

Because the gratitude and resentment since ancient times seems to be liquidated today.

These years, they have suffered.

Although they were hunted by yinggou as food, wine and cushion in those days, at least in those days, aside from yinggou, they were also famous figures.

But in these years, they can only rely on reaching an agreement with these "people are not people and ghosts are not ghosts" to exchange for some blood, which is really an insult to them.

Their existence, in fact, is very abnormal. Even, it is not a complete life, just a "spirit", or just a "consciousness".

In essence, the so-called conclusion of contract is just the consciousness that comes to the people of this family, using their own experience and understanding of power,

It's similar to inviting the great God in Northeast China.

But those are only tricks that mountain spirits and wild monsters will play. In order to continue to maintain the existence of their consciousness, they have to hold their noses and do it. This is really a long humiliation.

Of course, everything may have two sides. At least, they don't have to worry about Xuanyuan sword.

The throne began to press,

The pressure of terror is superimposed layer by layer,

The whole mountain,

At this time, it starts to be compressed.

Some stone caves collapsed, and the shadows inside were also obliterated.

More shadows began to spread out, fleeing the cave where they lived.

The six masked people in the round platform are still standing there.

Lao Dai roared and rushed up almost crazy, trying to help Zhou Ze out of trouble, but he was commanded by the boy.

The powerful restraining force directly brings the old to the blockade,

This is not to say how strong the little guy is, but because in the face of the original ancestors, the fear in the depths of the soul and the suppression of instinct are really too clear.

Moreover, by the generation of laodai, they have already hybridized to a certain extent, just like the feeling of Lord Poseidon when he saw the real dragon.

"Eat inside out, whimsical things."

The boy waved his palm,

The old belt was pulled out, and most of his body was broken. After it fell into the distance, his life and death were unknown.

"Master, your time is over. Why don't you know the truth of rest?"

The boy squinted and said to Zhou Ze.

He is enjoying this moment now. Although there is some meaning of villain's ambition in his expression, it is difficult for anyone to control himself from this posture in his position.

Zhou Ze still ignored him,

Instead,

Stretched out his hand.

The boy's eyes immediately widened,

Zhou Ze,

Can you still move?

But as the white bone throne continued to press down, yinggou's body also shivered slightly, and the hand just raised fell down again unconsciously.

Inside the white bone throne, they are united as one. They are like groups of cohesive spirits. At this time, they are particularly united, that is, they should work together to suppress yinggou here.

Even if you can't kill yinggou, you should also let yinggou be sealed into this white bone throne to experience the pain they suffered in those years.

"Master, you didn't use it as a magic tool in those days, and the soul marks you left in it have long been erased by us."

In those days, yinggou didn't need any weapons to fight. The body of the ancestor of zombies was the most terrifying sharp blade in the world.

The white bone throne continues to fall,

Zhou Ze's feet began to sink into the mountain,

Just for a while,

The rock has not reached the position of the calf.

But Zhou Ze, still expressionless.

An ant can shake a tree,

It seems that it is also quite natural for the causes planted in the past to bear the bitter fruits of today.

"Can't you decide?"

Boss Zhou's voice came.

This is really going to be suppressed by his magic tools in those days, which is really embarrassing.

Yinggou didn't respond,

Just keep standing there,

The throne above is still pressing madly,

However,

Although yinggou's body is constantly embedded into the rock like a nail,

But his body was still standing upright without any bending.

The effect of potatoes is reflected here. Otherwise, if you purely stimulate strength from boss Zhou's body as usual, you can't support it until now.

"That's your throne. Can't you call it?"

"Master, it's meaningless. Don't struggle.

You know the hardness and stability of the throne in your heart, master. It's true that you created it yourself, but now you don't have enough strength to destroy it.

I want to see how long you can last, master. "

The boy stepped back a few steps, as if he were an outsider, looking at the scene in front of him with relish.

Finally,

The rock has disappeared into Zhou Ze's waist. The most terrible thing is that there are blood beads slowly penetrating out of Zhou Ze's skin surface.

obviously,

The strength of the body can no longer be supported too much.

"Master, soon, soon, you will soon taste our pain over the years, and you will soon be like us!"

"Negotiate with those demon gods, promise them freedom, and see if there is a chance to turn them against the water."

Boss Zhou can't control his body now. He can only give advice next to him.

Yinggou still looks unfair,

Still,

There was no response to Zhou Ze's slightest intention.

However, this time, he opened his mouth. He really opened his mouth to the boy in front of him.

"In your eyes, it is the throne."

The boy was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously:

"Or else?"

………

Suddenly,

Such a picture came to my mind,

He crawled on the sea surface of the sea of the nether world, kneeling towards yinggou, and in front of him, yinggou was drinking the wine brewed from the blood just extracted from a fierce beast.

While drinking, he casually threw the bone in front of him behind him.

The boy raised his head tremblingly, and saw that on the sea behind yinggou, the white bones had been piled up very high, as if there was a towering atmosphere of the throne!

Yinggou put down his wine,

Asked calmly:

"Want to live?"

The boy immediately kowtowed, "I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!"

"If you want to live, clean up those things behind you."

Yinggou grabbed a handful of water from the sea and washed his hands.

The boy immediately ran to the white bone pile and pointed to the mountain pile road in front of him, which was completely piled up by the bones of giant beasts, with flattery and excitement:

"Master, are you going to use these demon bones to build a throne that belongs to you and only you can be qualified to sit on?"

Yinggou laughed,

He didn't care:

"Throne?"

"Yes, only you can be qualified. The whole hell must worship the throne."

Yinggou shook his head,

Throne, that should be what the Yellow Emperor likes, not him.

Glancing at the pile of bones,

Very casual tunnel:

"Make a... Doghouse."

The boy immediately continued to thrust out his face and said with a smile:

"Master, you are joking."