Chapter 485 Fighting Sages (5,000)

Partridge's character is extremely sensitive. If he hadn't been this sensitive, his initial gratitude towards the blasphemer would not have gradually twisted into hatred and even murderous intent.

Now, facing one question after another raised by Zhou Yang, Partridge didn't know how to respond at all. Some of the previous ones had a little clue, and he could make some inferences, but for the latter ones, Partridge couldn't even answer. I have no idea what the title means.

He even had an extremely bad premonition in his heart, that is, the left arm of the last Twilight King that belonged to him seemed to be on the verge of being snatched away.

This feeling made Partridge extremely tortured.

Partridge hated the feeling of having his things taken away by others.

After being unable to answer consecutive questions and feeling Zhou Yang's increasingly suspicious and cold tone, Partridge's sensitive nerves were strongly stimulated, and he even lost control of his spirit.

He was shouting like a madman, trying to use his loud voice to regain his confidence.

Ron glanced at Partridge in surprise. He had to say that there was a huge gap in the old man's performance, temperament, and temperament.

The first person I met was a kind-hearted senior who looked kind-hearted but was actually a fairy.

However, after some of the disguises were removed, his rogue-like nature was immediately revealed.

In fact, we should have seen it a long time ago. When Partridge changed his face in front of Zhou Yang's left arm, he should have recognized Partridge's true face. It's just that the name of the sage is too big. Even Ron didn't think about it at all.

He is a sage who has lived for more than a thousand years.

However, Partridge did not have the composure and magnanimity of a sage at all, and over a thousand years, he had not been able to develop a temperament commensurate with his age and strength. Perhaps, he has great strength and is invincible in the world, but in his heart, Partridge is always just the little pirate floating on the sea.

Perhaps, this is the so-called country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change?

He has lived for thousands of years, but during these thousands of years, it always feels like Partridge is almost turning into a lunatic, which is really pitiful.

Ron's mocking and pitiful eyes happened to be seen by Partridge. He instantly felt intense humiliation. The old man's body was trembling nervously, and his chest seemed to be pressed with a heavy weight. Stone, extremely depressing and uncomfortable.

He is a sage.

He is a legend from thousands of years ago.

He is a being admired by tens of thousands of people in the Twilight Continent. How can he be pitied by a random kid? Especially this young boy, who seems to have an inexplicable relationship with that bastard Archibald, makes Partridge even more uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the annoyance in his chest. His face was gloomy. Partridge actually controlled his emotions and did not completely go crazy. This made Ron a little strange. It seemed that this guy had practiced for thousands of years. Not all of them practice on dogs.

A pair of cloudy eyes became sinister, like a hawk.

Partridge stared at Ron. After a long time, Partridge suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect Ron to actually master the language of my hometown. It really surprised me..."

Judging from what he said, he is very level.

Although he is said to be a fake, this matter cannot be admitted under any circumstances.

"I'm very curious, little brother, how many questions can you answer to the questions raised by Senior Zhou Yang?"

All the original irritability and murderous intent seemed to have disappeared, and at this moment, all that was left on Partridge's face was a gentle smile.

He could tell that Ron must know more than him. This time he tried to fool the left arm, which was undoubtedly a failure. However, the last Twilight King was divided into seven pieces, except for the right arm that he had already mastered and the one in front of him. In addition to the left arm, there are five stumps left.

Once you know the answer, you can use it to deceive other stumps and gain their trust.

Sure enough, he is a thousand-year-old bastard.

Although his nature is hard to change, he has eventually become cunning and cunning over the years. If he meets someone who likes to show off, or who desperately wants to gain the trust of his residual limb, he may really have to tell everything he knows. come out.

But obviously, Ron wasn't.

He just smiled at Partridge, and then...

Time stands still.

The body that had been prepared for a long time was like a spring, ejected instantly, as if teleporting, and flashed directly in front of Partridge. The Eye of the Dragon God in his hand, which looked more like a war hammer than a staff, had already been raised high, calling. With a loud sound, he swung at Partridge.

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Eighty!"

Time stilling is obviously of little use to a strong man of Partridge's level. Partridge just felt that his body that had lost control had recovered in a blink of an eye.

But this brief moment also caused Partridge to lose his best chance to escape.

Facing the Dragon God's Eye that was smashed down, Partridge frowned, raised his right hand instantly, and grabbed the staff.

boom!

A dull sound.

A circle of impact spread instantly on the ground.

Ron's almost violent strength made Partridge's upper body suddenly lean back, and his fingers were free. He was originally planning to grab the staff and snatch the Eye of the Dragon God back, but in the end he failed to catch it.

Although Partridge didn't know the name of the Eye of the Dragon God, he could at least tell that this mysterious weapon was extraordinary. If he could hold it in his own hands, it would surely make his strength even higher.

Pity.

As for Ron, under the force of the violent counter-shock, he took several steps back before stopping.

A layer of blush instantly appeared on his face.

This guy has so much strength.

Ron is also very conceited. He dare not say that he is invincible, but since his debut, he has never met anyone who can compete with him in terms of pure strength.

But the strength shown by Partridge has completely surpassed his own. He is worthy of being a strong man in the demigod realm. This improvement is an all-round improvement, and he can hardly feel any shortcomings.

Waving his hand slightly, Partridge looked proud, and a slightly arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stared at Ron with a pair of cloudy eyes: "What's the matter? Ron, you can't answer the question of the last Twilight King." Question, are you so angry that you want to kill me?"

"If you have such an idea, it can only mean that you are wrong."

"Although your strength is pretty good, it's not good enough in front of me. Even if I don't do anything and stand here for you to chop me, you still don't have the ability to kill me."

"A mere impostor is trying to deceive..."

"No..." In the sky, Zhou Yang's distinctive thunderous voice came again: "No, you are wrong, he is my real fellow countryman."

"We come from the same place."

Crunch!

Before Partridge could finish speaking, his words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a rich flush instantly appear on the wrinkled old face, as if I had heard something incredible and was full of shock.

He doesn't understand.

Why, even after answering a few questions, Zhou Yang became more and more suspicious.

And the damn little bastard opposite him just hit himself hard with his staff, and then gained Zhou Yang's trust?

What exactly is this for?

The strong sense of imbalance made Partridge's face distorted to the extreme. The anger that he had finally controlled burst out again at this time. He was like an old man with some respiratory problems, breathing heavily, You can even hear a huffing sound in your throat, as if your throat has been blocked.

He is unwilling, he is angry, he is irritable.

Partridge was like a world-weary old man, constantly uttering all kinds of curses in his heart, and his lips were moving nervously. He looked like that, and even Ron felt a little numb when he looked at it.

This guy's mentality is really a little abnormal.

"This friend..." Zhou Yang's voice came again in the sky.

"I thank you for freeing me from the shackles of destiny. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

"If my friends have any needs, please feel free to ask. I will never refuse you next week."

There is no doubt that although Partridge tried to deceive Zhou Yang by pretending to be a fellow villager, Zhou Yang was a very generous person and would not be resentful because of such an incident.

He had no intention of pursuing the matter, or even mentioned it.

But these words seemed to have touched a certain nerve in Partridge. Partridge's shoulders were twitching constantly, and a strange and heart-stopping laughter came from his mouth:

"Hey Hey Hey……"

"Hahahahahaha..."

The hoarse laughter symbolizes Partridge's disordered spirit.

He kept laughing like a madman, his whole body was shaking with laughter, he was breathless with laughter, and tears of laughter rolled down his wrinkled face.

Haha!

To be honest, it feels really uncomfortable to keep pretending so hard.

It’s so tiring and hard.

Sure enough, it's more comfortable like this now.

Ron's eyes darkened slightly, and he took a step back. He could feel something abnormal about Partridge. In this state, Partridge could do anything, and a strong man in the demigod realm lost control. It is himself and the Spang Theocracy, and it is even said to be a disaster for the entire Twilight Continent.

The skull in mid-air also rippled slightly. To be honest, Zhou Yang was really not prepared to do anything to Partridge, although this man's initial purpose may not be pure. In order to gain his trust, he even pretended to be his. The fellow came to deceive himself, but no matter what, it could not change the reality that he broke the seal on himself. For this reason alone, Zhou Yang could not do anything to Partridge.

Partridge just laughed like this nervously, and then suddenly, the laughter suddenly stopped, and his face turned as gloomy as iron.

I have to admit that Partridge's face-changing skills are superb. His face can switch between various expressions at will without any dullness at all.

Then, he grinned and exhaled: "It's really sad. If I had known it would be like this, why bother?"

He raised his head and looked at the head condensed from Zhou Yang's remnant soul: "You said that no matter what you are asked to do, you will never refuse, right?"

"Yes, whatever you want from me, I can fulfill your wish." Zhou Yang residual soul said.

After all, he was once a strong man in the realm of gods, and he was still the best in this realm. Zhou Yang had such arrogant capital, even if he was just a remnant soul, he was strong enough to dominate the Twilight Continent.

"That's it, then... you kill him..." Partridge suddenly pointed at Ron with one hand.

"Then... commit suicide!"

"What?"

Zhou Yang was shocked.

He never expected that Partridge would actually make such a request. Ron's eyelids were also twitching. This old man really couldn't stop talking without surprising.

Partridge breathed out, and there seemed to be some exaggerated, morbid pleasure on his face: "Look, this is what you said, no matter what the request is, you will never refuse it. The promise of the last Twilight King is really cheap. It makes people laugh.”

Partridge was obviously a little nervous. As long as he didn't have a brain cramp, no one would agree to such an outrageous condition. But in the eyes of this sage, he seemed to have grasped Zhou Yang's handle and openly occupied his morality. The high ground.

His whole person became more alive again, as if he had been injected with a powerful energy potion.

It seems that he wants to gain some kind of belief through this cheating method, so as to gain the motivation to support himself to continue to act.

His dry tongue swept across his lips, and the smile on his face became even more exaggerated: "Since you are unwilling to take the initiative to commit suicide, then... go to hell..."

Along with the sinister voice, Partridge raised his right hand and pointed towards the shadow in the sky: "Kill him."

As soon as Partridge finished speaking, another arm suddenly appeared in front of Partridge...a familiar arm, a familiar aura, and it was clearly Zhou Yang's right arm.

As soon as this arm appeared, it barely paused, opened its fingers, and grabbed the remaining soul in the sky.

Whether it is the remnant body or the remnant soul of the last Twilight King, they all have extremely terrifying power. The same is true for this right arm. When the five fingers are bent down, the surroundings of Zhou Yang's remnant soul are instantly twisted, and an unmatched energy It even spurted out directly from the palm, like a terrifying tsunami, instantly sweeping over a large area in front of it.

Zhou Yang's remnant soul fluctuated violently, and his soul was instantly filled with rage. He could clearly feel that the remnant soul and consciousness that should have existed in his right arm had long since disappeared.

You don't need to think about it to know what will happen to the soul in your right arm.

From the beginning, Partridge was not trying to save himself, he was trying to completely eliminate himself.

He is just a remnant soul. If he has no support, he will become extremely fragile.

The remnant soul tried to summon his own body, which was the left arm held by Partridge. However, there was no response when he was summoned. It was obvious that Partridge had controlled this left arm. .

Once the remnant soul is destroyed, this arm will completely become a weapon in Partridge's hands.

The conflict here had just begun. On the other side, a black ball had quickly solidified in the palm of Partridge's raised right hand. He glanced at Ron with a slightly contented look, and his cracked lips opened. : "Eternal darkness."

Buzz!

As soon as the word "Eternal Darkness" appeared, the entire underground palace instantly fell into pitch black.

All the light seemed to disappear in an instant. The magic stones on the ground and on the walls all turned into black stones.

It was pure black, black without any light.

Even if Ron had the ability to see in the dark, he was caught off guard and suffered a momentary collapse of his spirit.

The next moment, Ron only felt a stinging pain in his chest and abdomen, and he could no longer feel the existence of his legs.

Cut.

Damn it.

The old man Sage really doesn't care about martial arts. He is obviously a strong man in the demigod realm, but he still shamelessly attacks one of his juniors.

At the moment when his spirit was weakened, this guy directly cut Ron's body in half, dividing it into upper and lower parts.

Ron didn't even care about the fact that his body was cut open. While his upper body was rolling in mid-air, his fingers had already lightly brushed against a ring.

Summon, the six-winged fallen angel, Niaf!

Ron was not the kind of idiot who would make a fool of himself. When he couldn't defeat the opponent, he would shake the opponent when it was time to do so, without being shabby.

Clang, Clang, Clang!

The moment Niaf was summoned, before even the powerful power of the six-winged fallen angel had time to be released, sharp sounds exploded in the air.

It was obvious that Partridge's subsequent sneak attacks had been easily intercepted by Niaf.

In any case, Niaf is also a six-winged fallen angel. That is also absolute. An existence in the demigod realm is no less powerful than a saint. It is the strongest existence under the gods.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ron's lips moved quickly.

In less than three seconds, a rising sun gradually emerged behind Ron.

The sun rises in the east.

The light of the rising sun, like a sharp sword, tore through the darkness in the underground palace, and the light enveloped the world again.

Partridge didn't seem to have thought of this scene. The speed of light was extremely fast. Even with the strength of a sage, he couldn't avoid it. When the dawn shone on Partridge, the old sage's body suddenly shook. With a shake, he actually let out a sharp scream.

It was as if a pot of concentrated sulfuric acid had been broken into his body, with layers of pale fog rising over him.

It is obviously a light that dispels the darkness and brings warmth, but to the sage it is the most terrifying poison in the world.

The skin was immediately corroded with large pits and scars.

Large tracts of skin, flesh and blood turned into gray-yellow pus, slowly falling down the body, emitting a strong stench.

The first chapter is presented.