Chapter 545

"No! I would never do that!"

Li Dahua roared.

For a long time, the sigh of the elder of baipoison valley came from the air, "I know it's difficult for you to do it. Now I want to commit suicide. Only you can help me."

Li Wei's brain was blank. He gasped violently. He could only hear his big breath.

Wang Zheng in the distance was also panting violently. He was not afraid, but intense physical exertion, which made him feel that there was a lack of oxygen supply.

Wang Zheng really had no way to escape. From the beginning, he knew that the protective cover on Tao was actually a checkpoint in addition to the role of monitoring. People who came in were not allowed to go out from here.

He waved again and again with all his strength. He was pouring himself with endless anger and violence. The people around him were still not afraid of death. These people were very different from the state of being greedy for life and afraid of death in the past. Before the battle began, they were restrained by the king's power.

Then the battle began. It was as if they had forgotten death and fear. All pervasive attacks poured around Wang Zheng, and everyone became a fighting tool that would not fear death at all.

Wang Zheng saw that the eyes of the people around him were all black, and there was no white eye.

He once saw in an ancient book, which recorded all the strange past events from ancient times to now. The book said that people without white eyes actually do not exist, in other words, they have died.

Before they came here, the people of the three forces had been planted with something like a bomb. That kind of bomb is called blood and violence. Once they feel the smell of blood in the air, they will lose their old mind and become a zombie who only knows how to kill.

Wang Zheng's eyes crossed the vast sea of people and finally caught the old man hanging on the stage, the elder of baipoison Valley, the most powerful demagogue in the world. He and his disciples, that is, Li Wei's blood, will achieve great ambitions for a great man.

There was a faint shiver in his heart. It was recorded that after 100000 mountains in southern Xinjiang, he would not spend a lot of time fighting in the temple of the God of war every day.

The number of deaths these days is comparable to the total number of deaths he died a few days ago, but in this way, he will still feel hard in the face of such a huge crowd.

"Eighty eight percent."

Wang Zheng smiled bitterly. He already had several vital points and suffered fatal injuries. If it weren't for his blood, he rushed to remedy it at the first time.

His body, which is not strong in itself, has long been fragmented.

Wang Zheng felt that the energy in his body was like a continuous sewing machine. Every cracked opening in my body was forcibly re bonded. Because the wound refused to be repaired, he could feel the pain and itching at the wound healing.

The clear smell of blood beside his nose could not change his excitement. His body began to become heavy and his moves became illusory.

"Ninety percent."

Xiaodi's machine like voice rang again.

"Can you say something useful? Now I'm going to hang up soon. It's 100% useless."

Wang Zheng gave a little energy, "when your God of war reaches 95%, I can forcibly raise your God to 100%. Of course, you will pay a certain price and your body will be damaged to a certain extent."

"Then don't talk nonsense. I'll do it. Otherwise, I'll die here in a minute."

Yin and Yang became a gentle force again, wrapped around his whole body. Wang Zheng gasped violently, and his voice was as dead as a broken bellows.

The excessive loss of blood dulled his senses.

But Wang Zheng still insisted.

"Wei'er!"

The voice of the hundred poison Valley elder sounded again. His voice became weaker and weaker again. The fierce high temperature quickly seized the water inside his body.

In ten minutes, he will become a charred corpse. If he is killed like this, the control power of Gu insect will really become the power of the people behind the three forces.

Li Wei still insisted.

"There must be another way, right? There must be another way! Master, can you not give up? I can't support the whole poison Valley alone!"

He sobbed and then coughed violently, as if to cough out the whole kidney.

"You waste, your master will become a corpse in ten minutes. If you're not sure to save him in ten minutes, you'd better do as he says!"

He also speaks through his soul and forcibly expresses his ideas.

"No, no, no, I don't want it, I can't!"

Li Wei cried out at the top of his lungs.

"Please, don't force me to make such a choice!"

His eyes were filled with tears, and the world in front of him became blurred. He hated his powerlessness. If he had any ability, he would rush into the crowd and fight with the young man.

Like a tragic soldier who died on the battlefield, isn't that his best destination.

Master, Li Wei meditates in his heart. Master, don't blame me.

He closed his eyes, tears ran across his face, and Li Wei trembled.

No one saw another man in yellow behind the crowd, one of the elders of the three forces. When the other elders around him turned purple, he also showed a proud smile.

Of course, he is not an elder. The elder will not laugh so high spirited, especially watching his disciples die miserably with Wang Zheng's men one by one.

He finally had the opportunity to stand in this place and stubbornly realized his plan.

Occupying the old body and feeling the new experience brought by the body, he smiled slowly.

At the end of the crowd, he was alone. With appreciation, he watched the fierce battle in the distance. With excitement, he watched Wang Zheng slash and kill with blood in the crowd, just like watching the dry frog in the water.

This boy deserves to be an opponent.

He kept smiling. He was very satisfied with the way Wang Zheng fought hard in the crowd.

A person who advocates real power and real desire, of course, must have an opponent worthy of his own.

Wang Zheng spun at high speed in the air and stepped on the chest of a man in white. While the man in white vomited blood, he, who was outside the battle range, even laughed intoxicated.

In front of this group of fools, they really thought that his body gave orders.

The old man's soul had already been swallowed by him. He would personally destroy everything he had vowed to destroy.

Wang Zheng's attack gradually became difficult, and more and more blood was lost on him.

Ninety four percent of the gods.

"Come on, almost." Xiao Di's voice sounded again.