Almost as the Secret Lord finished his voice, strands of thin black lines emerged from the skin of the God of War, like thin snakes, twisting and floating in the air, and then gradually faded and disappeared.

The God of War looked at the changes in his body silently, and a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect that I would end up like this in this glory for a lifetime... I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

"So, life is the most important thing. If life is gone, nothing will be gone." The voice of the Secret Lord came in the rolling black fog.

"I'm too radical, you're too conservative... I didn't expect that the two extremes of us met together. Did you think this Zhang Jingyan did it on purpose?" The black silk threads on the body of the God of War were getting more and more broken, and he murmured to himself.

"Maybe."

"Anyway, I have to thank you for borrowing this half hour for me, otherwise I would die so unclearly. I would be too frustrated. Now I have at least avenged myself..." The God of War sighed long, leaning against the huge rock, and the sunset that was about to fall into the west mountain fell on his cheeks, getting darker and darker.

"Mystery Lord, although our concepts are not consistent, they are comrades-in-arms who share hardships. I thought about some things and should say them." The God of War turned his head to look at the Master and said seriously: "Life is very important, but in this world, there are things that are more important than life. It may be different to everyone, but its existence can make life more meaningful."

"So, do you still have to preach to me before you die?" The Secret Lord's voice seemed a little unhappy.

"Just treat it as a preacher." The God of War spread his hands helplessly, "You are obviously very strong, stronger than everyone imagines, but you are too cautious of your life and are unwilling to be involved in any cause and effect, and hide all your strength deeply. If you are truly willing to deal with the God Realm, the situation on the earth should be much better."

"You're thinking too much."

"For the sake of my dying, can you answer me a question?"

"What?"

"If you use all your strength, who is better than Yan Emperor Zhang Jingyan?"

The Secret Lord was silent for a moment and spoke in a deep voice: "I can't beat him."

The corner of the God of War's mouth rose slightly, his eyes moved away from the black fog of the Secret Lord, and he looked at the sun gradually disappearing in the distance. The residual light at the end of the sky became dimmer and fell into the deep darkness.

"That's it...if I could give you half of my courage, that would be great." The God of War's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last black thread emerged from his body and dissipated between heaven and earth. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The black fog rolled beside the body of the God of War. After a while, the black fog separated a gap from the middle, and a paper man floated out of the middle, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a young man.

The young man looked only twenty-five or six years old, not tall, an ordinary Asian man with a pale face, and two big dark circles pressed against the blood-stained eyes, like a young man who had just finished playing games all night.

No one expected that the most mysterious and strange secret master among the Nine Emperors was such an ordinary young man.

"Do you just tell me what you want? Even if you can, you have to ask me if I want it first, right?" He looked at the body of the God of War and curled his lips.

With a casual move, several paper people floated out of his cuffs, lifted up the body of the God of War, and slowly floated into the black mist behind him.

"Although I still don't agree with your point of view,... I can't try it occasionally." The young man hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and looked up in a certain direction.

"Speaking of this, there seems to be a fish that has escaped the net."

...

One kilometer away from Fort Seventeen, in the wilderness.

One kilometer is not long or short. From here, you can clearly see the towering spire in the fortress, the light green glow of the exterior wall of the fortress, and the dense crowds of people standing on the exterior wall.

Wu Wei stood on the outer wall, holding a telescope in his hand, always observing the form in the distance. Not far away was he climbing up to watch the lively onlookers. No matter how the guards drove them away, waves of people always sneaked up. They were the first time they saw a living cultivator in the divine realm. With the temperament of modern people, they naturally would not miss this opportunity.

"How is it?" Lin Sumo stood beside Wu Wei and asked.

"That half-step God King caught up with them, and they didn't run away this time." Wu Wei said in a deep voice.

"Didn't run?" Lin Sumo was stunned. He also heard about the puppet master's ability to escape. Why didn't he run away this time?

"He doesn't seem to be in good condition." Wu Wei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Lin Sumo suddenly realized that the puppet master must have been exhausted by the pursuit of a half-step God King-level assassin. Now the half-step God King has escaped from the entanglement of the fortress and caught up with them again. Even if he has wings, he can't run away. Why should he run again?

As soon as B stood in the wilderness, his hands drooped naturally, his white clothes moved with the wind, and his face was calm.

In front of him were the puppet master standing quietly on the spot and the bound Zhang Fan.

"Where are you running this time?" A trace of tragic abuse flashed in Yi Yi's eyes.

Under the white crying mask, the puppet master's face was as calm as water, "This time, I won't run away."

Swish—!

The invisible domain opened hard, and a thread fell from the void and attached to Zhang Fan. The next moment, Zhang Fan's figure disappeared out of thin air, replaced by a gray hare.

Yi Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a little anger appeared on his face, "Do you think he can live if you die?"

The puppet master did not answer. The rings on his fingertips flashed by, and six puppets appeared in front of him, standing in front of him, forming a human wall.

Except for the destroyed Huadan and the One-Eyed King Kong, he took out all the puppets from No. 2 to No. 9, some were made of metal beasts, some were human-shaped armor, and some were just a corpse.

This is the foundation of the puppet master and his determination to share his life with each other.

"It's just a plaything, it's sad and ridiculous." Yi Yi looked at the strange-shaped group of puppets in front of him with disdain and sneered.

A short sword appeared out of thin air in his hands, and the cold light reflected the appearance of all the puppets, turning into a vague white shadow to rush towards the six puppets.

The spiritual power was turbulent, the murderous intent was surging, and the flashing sword light easily cut the puppet's body and tear it into a pile of scrap iron.

In the blink of an eye, except for the second puppet "吉", the other five puppets were completely scrapped, and several deep sword marks appeared on the body of the ferocious body, and their actions were greatly slowed down.

Regardless of the ferocious harassment, Yi Yi moved directly to the puppet master. The spiritual power around him was stirred up, and the palm of his right hand emitted a dark gray light, pressing it hard on the puppet master's chest.
Chapter completed!