Text Chapter 1792 Bald Black Man
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Zhang was afraid of flying, and after chopping down with his sword, he just stopped where he was, quietly looking at the monkey in the distance. At this time, he still did not move when he heard the cultivator's call. He was confident that no matter how powerful this monkey was in the past, it could not escape from his palm at this moment.
He did not move, and the eight-armed monkey did not move either. He just waved his arm, and then watched the broken arm fly away. After it flew very far, he turned his eyes to Zhang Pa and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"
Zhang Pa replied: "My name is Zhang Pa." The eight-armed monkey nodded and asked again: "Why don't you kill me?" Zhang Pa said: "I want to ask you a few questions." The eight-armed monkey smiled and said softly: "No matter what you want to know, I won't answer." The tone was very firm, Zhang Pa stopped asking questions and nodded: "Then I won't ask."
After saying this, he thought for a while and said: "It's not enough not to ask. I have to know who you are and where you come from. After you die, will there be people from the Celestial Clan coming to cause trouble? These are all problems. Don't you really want to say anything?"
The eight-armed monkey smiled and said: "You know the Celestial Clan? But it's useless to know. I won't say anything." Anyway, he is going to die, why tell the other party things to make him happy?
Zhang Pa laughed and said softly: "Then I won't ask you these. Change the question. How long can you hold on?" Meaning how long can you live. The eight-armed monkey replied: "How long I can hold on depends on when you want to kill me. How boring are you to ask such questions?"
Zhang Pa nodded and said: "That's right, then I'll kill you. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Forget it, let's not talk about it. You definitely don't say good things." After saying this, his figure flew forward, and the next moment, he saw the eight-armed monkey exploded into a blood mist, and his body and soul were all directly exploded by Zhang Pa.
After killing the eight-armed monkey, Zhang Pa also disappeared. Wan Shengyi was puzzled, where did he go? Just when he was about to order everyone to withdraw the formation, he saw Zhang Pa flying back again. He stopped above the formation and talked to him: "That broken arm was also exploded into nothingness by me, Wan Daoyou don't have to worry about it anymore."
It turned out that Zhang Pa had gone to eliminate the roots. Wan Shengyi clasped his fists and said: "Thank you for saving my life, such a great favor. I can't repay you. My life will belong to you from now on."
After this incident, Wan Shengyi changed his way of addressing Zhang Pa and recognized that only he existed. Only then can we save our planet.
Zhang Pa shook his head and said, "Don't talk about this, collect the bodies first."
At this moment, Zhang Pa finally had time to scan the entire battlefield. He looked more carefully than before, and his heart was more touched.
This starry sky was like a meteor shower, filled with countless corpses. They were everywhere. There were so many that it was unimaginable. Zhang Pa didn't want to count them, nor could he bear to look closely. He stepped back, stood quietly, and looked at the planet below.
At this time, the 10,000-man formation was finally withdrawn. Tens of thousands of people flew back and forth to collect the bodies. Wan Shengyi flew to Zhang Pa alone. He clasped his fists and said, "Senior, you are so kind, Wan Shengyi has no way to repay you..." He didn't finish the rest of the words. Zhang Pa interrupted him and asked, "How many people died?"
Hearing this question, Wan Shengyi's face darkened, and he replied softly, "About 900,000. All the cultivators who can escape the restrictions of the planet are all here." As he spoke, he turned and looked at the tens of thousands of cultivators who were busy. There were only more than 40,000 in total. From nearly one million to 40,000, the loss was really shocking. At least hundreds of masters from various sects died in this battle.
Hearing this number, Zhang Pa sighed, "After so many years of persistence, more people must have died."
He was talking about the monsters attacking the planet many years ago. Wan Shengyi did not respond. After today's battle, the huge planet was in name only. As long as some more monsters came, they didn't have to be as powerful as the eight-armed monkey. As long as two monsters with the cultivation level of the two-headed scorpion came, their planet might be destroyed.
Seeing Wan Shengyi didn't speak, Zhang Pa thought about it and asked, "Did those two also die in the battle?" He was asking about the two masters who had fought side by side with Zhang Pa five days ago.
Wan Sheng nodded and said, "If they hadn't sacrificed themselves, we wouldn't have been able to wait until the seniors arrived."
Five days ago, Wan Sheng led his men to the monster's lair and eliminated all the remaining monsters. Then they returned to their own planet. All the cultivators in the world celebrated together, and finally solved the great danger and trouble. But they didn't expect that after the great joy, there would be great sorrow. Only the next day, another monster arrived. Although it was just a strange monkey, it was very powerful. It killed hundreds of masters as soon as it appeared.
As soon as Wan Sheng found out that it was not good, he hurriedly ordered people to find Zhang Pa for help, and he and the other two masters set up a battle formation to meet the enemy.
He thought of delaying time with the battle formation and waiting for Zhang Pa's help. In fact, the battle didn't last long in total. In more than two days and less than three days, more than 900,000 people died. This killing speed was frightening. Fortunately, Zhang Pa was faster and arrived in time. If he was as fast as the cultivator who reported the news, when he arrived, not to mention that Wan Sheng and his men would all die, even the planet below would disappear.
After hearing Wan Shengyi confirm that the two men had died in battle, Zhang Pa sighed and said, "Died on the battlefield, I didn't expect that cultivators would have such a fate." Wan Shengyi also sighed, and then said, "If they die, I will collect the bodies. If I die, I don't know who will be able to collect the body." This sentence was equivalent to asking Zhang Pa for help in disguise.
Zhang Zi didn't say anything, but he was thinking about the matter in his heart. No matter what, you must solve this matter before you can find a way to return to your own universe. Otherwise, how can you feel at ease? To take a step back, if you can't solve it and die in battle, then just die. It's better than sneaking back to your own universe and regretting it later.
Judging from the performance of the monsters, every time a monster dies mysteriously, there must be an expert to find out the truth. Starting from the strange pigs and snakes at the beginning, until all the monsters are dead, this is the case every time, especially the eight-armed monkey that appears at the end, which is really powerful and scary. Fortunately, he didn't exist before. If this monkey had appeared before, how could Wan Sheng and others still fight now? The planet below has been destroyed long ago, and there is no telling how many planets in the starry sky will suffer as a result.
Since the eight-armed monkey didn't come earlier, there must be a reason. Zhang Ai thought about it for a while, but it was just because of his high status that he was unwilling to do the rough things done by monsters such as the two-headed scorpion. He would only come to find the reason and take revenge after all his subordinates were dead.
Now, even the powerful monkey has died, and we don’t know what powerful monster will come next time.
Thinking of this, look at the planet below, and think about the primitive planet in the distance where many tribes live. He is only one person and can only stay in one place. If another powerful monster comes, he can only defend one of the planets, which makes him feel a little embarrassed. This choice between two is the most difficult question in the world. He doesn't want to see any innocent person die, let alone the entire planet. After thinking about it over and over again, I had to make a choice and decided to stay here because there were few people on that planet.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wan Shengyi hesitated and said, "Senior has worked hard. If you don't mind, please go back to the HOS with me and rest for a while." This was a different way to keep Zhang Ping. Zhang Awei shook his head and said: "No, just go and do your work, I will stay here for a while."
In this way, Wan Shengyi agreed to Wan Shengyi's request. Wan Sheng looked happy and said quickly: "Thank you, senior..." He wanted to say some words of thanks later, but was interrupted again by Zhang Aoi, who said softly: "Go first. Get busy, don't let the disciples' hearts fall." Wan Shengyi said respectfully, "I will take my leave now. If anything happens, just give me whatever you want."
Zhang Weijing nodded indifferently, and Wan Shengyi bowed and said goodbye.
Time passes quickly, but also passes slowly. It is said to be fast because in the blink of an eye, two hours are gone. It is said to be slow because tens of thousands of cultivators have to carefully collect the bodies of their brothers or friends, so the movement is slow. Whenever I see a familiar face, I feel sad; if I see a corpse with an unrecognizable face, I feel even sadder. In this way, time passes more slowly.
Two hours later, all the broken bones and corpses in the starry sky were cleared away, leaving only a faint blood mist still floating. The cultivators went back with countless corpses to piece together and identify the corpses.
Each of these two things was extremely difficult, making every cultivator who survived the war feel sad.
It is always said that cultivators are ruthless, but how can there be absolutely ruthless people in the world? Even an extremely powerful cultivator will get angry, and anger is a kind of emotion. Therefore, on this day, the more than 40,000 cultivators who collected the corpses and returned home, as well as the countless disciples who remained on the planet and whose cultivation was still shallow, all fell into deep sadness.
At this time, Zhang Ai was the only one left in the starry sky. Feeling the sadness of the planet below, thinking about the flesh and blood battlefield he had seen before, looking at the faint blood mist in front of him, he sighed in his heart, why do we always have to fight and kill? Is it really true? Can't have peace?
Just as he was sighing, he noticed unusual fluctuations in the starry sky. A hundred meters in front of him, a white light curtain appeared silently, and a man walked out, a man with a dark body.
The black man was not tall, slightly shorter than Zhang Wein. He had a bald head. After walking out of the light curtain, he glanced briefly, and then walked towards Zhang Wein.
The bald black man was really walking, walking step by step in the empty starry sky, as if he had the earth beneath his feet. When he walked ten meters in front of Zhang Ai, the white light curtain behind him disappeared. At this time, the bald black man stopped, looked at Zhang Afraid and said, "Did you kill my general?"
Hearing these words, Zhang Ping immediately knew who he was. He was the absolute boss in another universe, the king of one hundred and eight galaxies. Immediately he replied and asked: "That eight-armed monkey is your general?"
"You are honest." The king of heaven came here because he was sure that the eight-armed monkey died here. Even if he wasn't killed by Zhang Wei, it still has something to do with it.
Zhang Awei replied: "There is nothing honest or dishonest. What are you doing here?". . )
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