The sky is waiting quietly.

"died."

Jin Feng struggled to say the last two words.

He got angry, raised his golden spear, and tried hard to stab Zhu Yiyi's head, "I'll kill you, you son of a bitch..."

Huang Zhao hugged him and turned him to the other side to calm down.

"Say." Dao Qiongcang looked at the more steady Huang Zhao.

"I am on defense and waiting for reinforcements. The darkness cannot invade me. I think if Lao Jin fails to break through the darkness blockade, then none of our team will be able to escape."

After a pause, Huang Zhao added, "Well, we were the team that attacked the Taoist leader before. Well, we were actually the team that attacked the Bonus Thief. We were probably too weak."

Pointing at Du Liang, he added: "They are responsible for defense, that is, protecting Yu Zhiwen, and the team that finally protected Yu Zhiwen and became the bonus thief. Most of them are Zhan Dao."

"We are sealed into different closed spaces."

Although it was very convoluted, Dao Qiongcang knew that Huang Zhaoneng could express himself like this despite the changing circumstances, which was pretty good.

His eyes signaled to continue again.

Of course Huang Zhao knew what the Taoist Palace Master wanted to hear, so he thought briefly and said:

"While on defense and awaiting reinforcements, I felt strange and evil..."

"Well, to be more specific, it is the 'corrupting power' that targets the physical body, spiritual essence, and even longevity essence under the 'absolute darkness' mentioned by Mr. Jin."

"By the way, my soul has also been attacked. After he couldn't break through my defense for a while, he should have changed his target in time and attacked others."

"The intensity of the attack is very strong! Very strong! I can withstand it, but others may not be able to withstand it."

"The final effect..."

Huang Zhao wanted to say that it was what Mr. Jin said about the unhealthy comrades he saw after emerging from the absolute darkness.

His eyes happened to glance at Du Liang.

Du Liang's face seemed to be itchy. He scratched it and a piece of skin came off, and blood flowed out.

Dao Qiongcang can basically restore the battle in the spatial fragmentation.

A group of people in white clothes didn't even see the enemy. They were all maimed and killed, so that their descriptions of the battle sounded very vague.

"Du Liang?" He came to Zhan Dao who had lifted his scalp and was scratching his skull.

"Hoho..."

Du Liang was still laughing miserably. When he heard the sound, he suddenly raised his head. Only one of his eyes had no focus, and he quickly hugged his head:

"Ahhhhh!"

He let out a terrible scream.

The heavenly machine in the sky moves to the south, and the stars sweep across.

Great purification technique!

Being struck by this technique, Du Liang's messy eyes were filled with rationality. He was stunned for a while: "Master of the Taoist Palace?"

"What have you experienced?"

"I..." Du Liangfang wanted to speak, but when his spiritual mind scanned his own state, he found that the Taoist foundation collapsed and his spiritual essence was gradually disintegrating.

He realized that he didn't have much time left and collapsed to the ground: "I..."

"You saw him, and he asked you to come back and tell me something?" Dao Qiongcang helped him say it.

Jin Feng and Huang Zhao were startled when they heard the sound.

seen?

How can this be?

Du Liang just slashed...

But then I thought about it, if it was really just a Dao killing, if that person hadn't done it deliberately, how could Du Liang have managed to survive in that death situation?

Jin Feng suddenly felt a little creepy.

He felt that if a brainless person like him could come back in such a situation, maybe it was not necessarily because his combat power was high enough or that he could break through the darkness quickly enough?

Wake up, at least I'm back...

He patted his forehead, forgetting the fear in his mind, and stabbed Zhu Yiyi viciously with the gun.

It's all this damn fault!

They must be united inside and outside!

On the side, Du Liang's thoughts seemed to be brought into an unbearable scene by the Taoist Palace Master's words. Fear filled his pupils, "He, he..."

After "him" for a long time, Du Liang was speechless, as if he was resisting himself.

"Can't say it, or don't dare to say it?" Dao Qiongcang's eyes flashed.

Du Liang lowered his head and glanced at his ruined body, feeling that he didn't have a few words left to say.

He shook his head and said miserably: "Master Dao Palace, I only have one request..."

"speak."

"I have 362 wives in Yujing City. I feel sorry for them. Please help me dismiss them. The pensions..." Du Liang closed his eyes and "distribute them equally."

After hearing this, Jin Feng exploded like a hedgehog.

"Fuck you, uncle!"

"When did you think about those stinky bitches of yours in front of the Taoist Palace Master?"

"Tell me what you saw!"

Huang Zhao hurriedly pulled his companion away again and made an apologetic expression to the Taoist Palace Master.

The sky is not angry.

He was the one who promoted both the white clothes and the red clothes. He himself knew how stringent the selection criteria were.

The people here may be lustful, violent, or have other minor problems.

In serious matters, this is not the case.

Du Liang didn't say it, not because his wife was more important than the people he saw and the things he experienced, but just like what he asked...

Dare not say!

Even, can’t say!

"Do you believe him or do you believe me?" Dao Qiongcang asked this question in a declarative tone.

Du Liang almost lost control of his emotions, and his single pupil trembled crazily, and he said sadly: "Master of the Dao Palace, don't ask anymore..."

"Do you trust him or trust me?"

"Master of the Dao Palace!"

"The night is about to disappear, and the light is getting closer." Dao Qiongcang said the oath in white with a solemn face, "And I will avenge you."

Du Liang's face was full of blood and tears, his pupils were shaking, and he stretched his trembling hands forward: "Then, give me a... wooden table."

Wooden table?

Jin Feng and Huang Zhao were both stunned.

As an outsider, Jinren was a little confused when he heard this.

Why did it suddenly have a "wooden table"?

Is it the "wooden table" I understand?

Dao Qiongcang's expression moved, and he took out a fine oil-red osmanthus tea table from the space ring.

Just when Du Liang was about to touch the tea table, Dao Qiongcang flipped his hand again and the tea table disappeared.

He used his holy power to cut down trees in the mountains and forests, split them horizontally and vertically, and joined them with mortise and tenon joints. He quickly made a simple wooden table and presented it in front of Du Liang.

Everyone's heart trembled for no reason.

I thought it was nothing at first, but it was a bit hairy that Dao Qiongcang treated the "wooden table" so carefully.

Jin Feng and Huang Zhao were puzzled, but remained silent and watched silently.

Du Liang glanced at the palace master gratefully, tore off the hem of his blood-stained robe, and threw it on the wooden table.

At this time, everyone could see that even his thighs were rotten.

"He said this to me..."

As Du Liang spoke, he scooped up a handful of loess on the ground and patted it on the table in front of the blood cloth and in the very center. The pat was very compact.

The blood was mixed in the small soil push, and it was a little seeping.

What is even more horrifying is that many of Du Liang's fingers have fallen off, and there are only six incomplete ones left in both hands, two on the left and four on the right, hanging limply by their skins.

He picked three eggs-sized stones from the ground and patted them in front of the small mound.

"He said that they should be placed well and the distance should be equal, because all people are born equal and the rules are strict..."
To be continued...