Run quickly?

Hearing Zhang Xuan's words, the man and the woman showed a strange look at each other. They looked at each other.

The man suddenly laughed out loud: "The surname is Zhang, what did you say?

I heard it right?

Let's run quickly?

How do you want us to run?

Where to go?"

"interesting."

The woman had a proud face, "In this civilization, there is no character that can make us run away."

Zhang Xuan shook his head slightly, "Okay, you no longer have a chance and can't escape."

Zhang Xuan's confident remarks made the woman's face angry.

"The surname of Zhang, what do you think you are..." "He said it right, you two really can't escape."

A giggle sounded.

When the man and the woman heard the giggle, their faces changed at the same time. They didn't notice when there was someone else here. When they looked in the direction where the giggle came, they saw a white skeleton, like a spider, climbing on the stone wall.

This strange skeleton actually made the man and woman feel inexplicable fear.

A faint green light emanated from the skeleton's eyes, like the dark fire in the chaotic grave, bringing a hint of chill.

"The people from the Valhalla are really good food."

The skeleton made a charming and full of voice.

This skeleton was the witch who escaped by Zhang Xuan's body a few days ago.

"It seems that you know something about our Valhalla."

The man no longer paid attention to Zhang Xuan, and he turned his eyes to the skeleton, "But since you know our Valhalla, you should maintain the respect you deserve."

"respect?

Oh."

The witch laughed disdainfully, "A group of spokespersons who want to pursue the footsteps of the gods, I'm just showing respect to me. Don't you understand what I said? I said, you are only worthy of my food!"

"It's simply presumptuous!"

The woman was angry first, and her hands were shining, and her body was rioting, and she had already rushed to the witch.

"Those who blaspheme will face death."

The witch made a disdainful voice. Her skeleton body did not seem cumbersome at all, but was more flexible than before.

Faced with the attack of this woman, the witch's skeleton body turned into a phantom and disappeared in front of the woman. When she appeared again, she had already arrived behind the woman.

"Why is it so fast!"

The woman subconsciously let out a scream.

"Junior sister, be careful."

The man reminded him, then moved his body and joined the battlefield.

The witch has absolute strength. The last time she suffered a great loss in the confrontation with Zhang Xuan was because it caused Zhang Xuan's negative emotions. Zhang Xuan in that state was absolutely terrifying, but she was absolutely out of control. At that time, Zhang Xuan also held the ancestral army's life sickle, and with the two blessings, she directly killed the witch's body.

At this time, facing a man and a woman in the Hall of Heroes, the witch seemed at ease, and the three of them fought back and forth in the arsenal.

"Is this the only strength of the juniors in the Hall of Heroes?

Just because of you, we will kill this kid. If he hadn't been backfired by the ancestors, I'm afraid you two will be a corpse now. Sure enough, you are still so arrogant."

The witch made a disdainful voice and turned her toward the two of the Heroic Temple.

The man and the woman also realized the strength of the witch. They did not answer any answer when facing the witch. They both were attacking with all their hearts.

The two heroic spirits emerged, but they were like caves, and the size of the heroic spirit was compressed into one person.

"Senior Brother!"

A hint of joy appeared on the woman's face, "This seems to be the place mentioned by the master!"

"Can maximize the will of the heroic spirit!"

Men also understand what women are saying, "Can the greatest degree of compatibility with heroic spirits and make heroic spirits produce spirituality!"

Although the heroic spirit is small, the strength it exerts is even stronger.

Four against one! Even though the number of people changed from two to four, the witch was not afraid at all. When she faced Zhang Xuan before, she seemed extremely relaxed by one against six.

Five people fought and their energy leaked.

Zhang Xuan, who was in the arsenal, was in this battlefield. The leaked energy was transmitted to him, cutting his clothes and carrying countless wounds on his body and face. At this moment, Zhang Xuan was like what the men and women in the Heroic Spirit Hall said, like a lamb to be slaughtered, and could only allow those energy to attack.

Blood flowed across Zhang Xuan's body and wounds increased one after another. It has been a long time since he has not realized this feeling. Now he will not even be valued or taken seriously by the eyes.

"Is it humiliation?"

Zhang Xuan spoke, his voice was very small, and he was asking himself.

"Maybe."

Zhang Xuan was also answering himself.

“Can you bear this humiliation?

You are the king's destiny, why do you want to be like an ant, and you are ignored? No, someone will take a look at the ant, but you don't."

"It's just that the way to live is different. Whether it's an ants or gods, they have the right to choose."

"If you can be a god, why should you be an ant?"

"So what about gods, so what about ants?

There are gods among the ants. Perhaps the so-called gods are also ants in the eyes of others?"

"Don't you really feel humiliated?"

"Of course I think, so what? Just do your own thing well, it's just humiliation, everyone has suffered."

Zhang Xuan murmured, his speech was very fast, he asked and answered himself, like a sequel. He was suddenly silent. After a few seconds, the corners of Zhang Xuan's mouth suddenly opened.

"Sorry, you can bear the humiliation, I can't, open!"

A black aura spread out from Zhang Xuan's body, and the life sickle that pressed behind Zhang Xuan and conveyed the power of backlash began to tremble slightly because of the appearance of this black aura.

Zhang Xuan's bent legs also began to exert force. His crushed spine gradually straightened, and his legs began to stand in the direction of standing. The black breath spread to his calves, to his thighs, waist, upper body, and then to his neck.

At the same time, Zhang Xuan gradually stood up, and the life sickle was taken off from behind and held in his hand.

The black lines continued to spread to Zhang Xuan's face.

"Okay."

Just as the pattern had spread to Zhang Xuan's jaw, Zhang Xuan suddenly made a sound, and the spreading pattern stopped.

"Okay, let me handle the next thing."

Zhang Xuan turned his wrist and turned the life sickle in his hand, "So, I haven't passed one level yet, right? That is, the so-called shameful heart, Old Man Lu, how did you do it?

Could it be that you really know how to tell fortunes?"

Zhang Xuan looked at the five figures fighting in a melee, and then walked towards him.
Chapter completed!