Chapter 1565

The eighth generation of Immortal King roared excitedly, and the soul made the final resistance: "impossible! You mean, I've been tormenting my soul for so many years. It's all acting? "

Zhang Yi laughs: "how? How about my acting skills? I can get the space Oscar. "

How is it possible to not only give up the body, but also endure years of soul torture?

Zhang Yi said in a joking tone: "ah, it's a pity that there is no Oscar in the starry sky. You've lost a movie star."

The eight immortals thought that they were cruel enough, not only to themselves, but also to others. As a result, there was a werewolf in their body.

He is not the most ruthless one. The one more ruthless is in his body.

Although Zhang Yi's tone is relaxed and his speech is like a joke, his soul torture in recent years is not easy.

From time to time, the eighth generation of immortals experimented with Zhang Yi's soul. How cruel is the means.

In the end, it was carried by Zhang Yi.

The eighth generation of immortals can't believe it: "is all the future I foresee false?"

"You can't say false, but it's not as true as you think. What you see in the future is what I specially show you. At the beginning, it's really right, but the future behind is my intentional guidance. You think that I see the future by squeezing my soul. In fact, I deliberately show you the future. Your hands never hold the future."

The eighth generation of Immortal King could not believe it. He said excitedly, "my actions have been arranged by you all the time?"

He thought that he won everything and how smart he was. In the end, he was just a clown in the palm of Zhang Yi's hand?

Zhang Yi, who had been thought to be the only one left in his body, arranged it clearly.

"You pushed me step by step into the end of my life?"

Zhang Yi shook his head and said, "it's wrong. I just want to show you the possible future. It's you who really make the decision."

Of course, Zhang Yi did not say one thing.

The future is indeed diverse. Just like the tree, the future has different branches.

In fact, Zhang Yi's vision of the future for the eight generations of immortals is a deliberate guidance.

For example, when we first ran into Zhang lie and started a war with him, the result was 80% and the rate of winning over Zhang lie's plane was 20%.

Zhang Yi let the eight generations of Immortal King see the future of fighting with Zhang lie and losing miserably in the end.

This is really just a future, but Zhang Yi and the eighth generation of immortals have known each other for a long time. In addition, Zhang Yi has always been together with the eighth generation of immortals, so he knows more about the eighth generation of immortals than himself.

As long as the fairy king sees the future of fighting with Zhang lie, he will not be able to sit still.

He is an arrogant person, can not choose to avoid such a future, only a positive response.

It's just a little bit of preparation before.

It's too easy for Zhang Yi, who has been with the eight immortals.

"At the beginning, I robbed my body, but in the end, my wife could only take part of my soul, and even your son ran into my plan, which was all arranged by you, just for today?"

The broken soul of the eighth generation of immortals was swallowed up little by little. On the contrary, the ghost of Zhang Yi was growing and growing. At the beginning, the eighth generation of immortals, whose emotions were out of control, was doomed to lose.

Zhang Yi said: "how to say, father and son haven't seen each other for many years, and I've been missing for a long time. I'm really sorry for not preparing some gifts for my son. I hope he likes this gift."

"It's all your calculation. You've been calculating to this day a few years ago!"

In addition to panic, there is only panic left in the hearts of the eight immortals.

A few years ago, I thought that I would calculate Zhang Yi, but I didn't expect that I would be calculated by Zhang Yi from now on.

In fact, it was Zhang Yi who made his strategy successful.

He thought that taking Zhang Yi's body was just a step in Zhang Yi's strategy.

A few years ago, it was under Zhang Yi's control. He thought that every step of subtlety was Zhang Yi's calculation.

It's very scary.

For several years, he thought that he would live a successful life. In fact, he has been counted by people all the time. He didn't know when it was exposed.

If there is still the feeling of the body, it must be a chill from the bottom of my heart, a cold sweat.

If Zhang Yi didn't want to erode his soul and shake his emotions, even in the end, the eighth generation of immortals would not know.

Zhang Yi said quietly and lightly: "I've been greedy for the collection and ancient literature of your immortal temple, as well as the data accumulated over endless years. Since you don't want to give it to me, I can only use a little trick to get it myself."

In the eighth generation of the Immortal King, Zhang Yi was greedy for his ability to predict the future. Zhang Yi was also greedy for his identity in the immortal hall, the information accumulated in the immortal hall from endless years, and the inventory left by ancient forces.

"There is a daughter in my family who is suffering from a strange disease. I think there must be records of treatment methods in the ancient immortal hall. Otherwise, I can find several medicines I want."

After Zhang Yi's confirmation, the eighth generation of immortals was even more frightened.

Zhang Yi is just a lunatic.

If, in the past few years, he had a sudden impulse to destroy his soul, he would have no chance to regain his body. Or in the past few years, he can't bear to reveal something. If he is aware of it, the plan will be given to Dongliu. It's a tightrope plan, but Zhang Yi turns the almost impossible plan into reality. But soon the eighth generation of immortals understood what Zhang Yi relied on? Predict the future. With the ability to see the results in advance, Zhang Yi knows the feasibility of the plan in advance. The eighth generation of Immortal King roared angrily: "where did you two father and son come from?" Unlike the younger generation, the father is not only powerful, but also good at calculation and strategy. It's not that Zhang Yi is lucky to be able to predict the future. Predicting the future is just a useful tool for Zhang Yi. Computing is really powerful. To a certain extent, the eighth generation of immortals knew that predicting the future was not omnipotent. If they could not come up with such a plan, there would be no such future. Zhang Yi just used to predict the future and confirmed the feasibility of the plan. The real horror is not Zhang Yi or predicting the future, but Zhang Yi has the ability to predict the future, and no one can escape his calculation in the starry sky. After a round of psychological offensive, under the attack of Zhang Yi's ghost, the broken soul of the eighth generation of the Immortal King is only the residue. Zhang Yi finally made a mockery: "to be honest, it's too easy for me to calculate your self righteous mental retardation. Although the process is a bit difficult, the overall calculation is too boring." The eighth generation of immortals is like a dog who has been forced to die. They scream wildly: "I'll kill you, I'll kill your son, I'll kill your wife, I'll kill your family, I'll find your hometown and turn it into scorched earth..." "goodbye, little eight!" Finally, the residue was engulfed by the ghost of Zhang Yi, who once died. Once the legend of the starry sky, today draw a full stop!