Chapter 1319: Spare you 1 life

Zhang Chunqiu's face instantly looked like death, and some despair looked at Zhang Yuzhi.
"Yuzhi ... don't ..." Zhang Chunqiu tried hard to stand up, trying to stop Zhang Yuzhi, but his body had been so demonized that he couldn't even stand up.
"All you want is me, let them go, and I promise to merge with you." Zhang Yuzhi said.
"Of course, to me, they are no different from the ants on the roadside. There will be no benefit to stepping on them, but there will be no harm. As long as you merge with me, I will keep them safe and sound." Said.
"Child, let's go. You have done enough for the Zhang family. Now you are the only person in the entire Zhang family who is not affected by magic. You are the person that Zhang family should live for now." Zhang Siyou said.
"Yuzhi ... Don't ..." Zhang Chunqiu's eyes were full of despair, because he knew that with Zhang Yuzhi's character, she would never leave now.
"Brother, I'm an ominous person, it's a long time ago, I can do something for you at the end, I'm content." Zhang Yuzhi shed tears and walked towards the corpse flower.
"Don't ..." Zhang Chunqiu was desperately struggling, his fingers pressed against the ground, and they were about to break, and the blood on his fingertips dyed the ground.
Zhang Siyou and others were also shouting loudly, but they couldn't stop Zhang Yuzhi from going to the corpse flower.
"It's not you, but those who make you cry." A voice came from not far away.
Everyone was stunned, turning to look at the direction of the sound, and saw one wearing armor, the whole person stepped towards the magic grave as if bathed in shining figures.
"People ... Emperor ..." Someone immediately recognized the figure's origin and couldn't help overjoying.
Zhou Wen's body of the prisoner's dragon and the sword on his waist were so conspicuous that almost no one on earth knew it.
Zhang Yuzhi turned to look at Zhou Wen, but after seeing it clearly, she was a little surprised. There was a surprise in her eyes and it was a bit weird.
Zhou Wen came step by step and stepped into the ground fire. The strange ground fire did not cause any harm to his body, as if the ground fire did not exist at all.
Walking past Zhang Yuzhi, walking towards the corpse flower, Zhou Wen held the hilt of the Sword of Sword while walking.
"Who are you?" The voice of the drought goddess came from the deep pit.
"People who are not pleasing to you and want to kill you." Zhou Wen said.
"Why human beings are always so ignorant, always saying something that is self-righteous?" The voice of Drought Goddess, with an anger, seemed to be really angry.
"That's because there are too many stupid people, they are too euphemistic, they don't understand." Every time Zhou Wen took a step, the sword intention on his body became stronger. At this time, the sword intention was already unimaginably strong, and the sword of immortality was not out yet. The sheath, just that sword, seems to have condensed into substance, and it is necessary to split the earth.
Among the flames, a figure emerged, and the corpse flower automatically flew to the figure's eyebrow position, and disappeared in an instant.
That figure was in a white dress and a white veil on her face, and she couldn't see what it looked like, but listening to her voice, she was undoubtedly a dry girl.
"Even in the age of mythology caused by natural disasters, no one dares to speak to me like this." The drought goddess stared coldly, apparently angry with Zhou Wen.
"Then I'm euphemistic. If you can take me a sword without dying, spare your life and allow you to continue to go to prison in the tomb." Zhou Wen said.
"Dead!" The drought goddess has become so angry that the flames of her body have turned into a horrible tendency, turning the entire sky into a flame, as if the whole world has only flames left.
The endless sky fire turns everything in between into scorched earth.
The fire of the goddess of drought can incinerate everything, even if it is not inferior to the real fire of the sun, it is even more weird.
Watching the monstrous flames engulfing the heavens and earth and oppressing the Emperor. Under that fire, the glorious figure of the Emperor seemed to have become much smaller.
The Zhang family is worried that the Emperor can stop the dry sky fire, but it is the horrible flame that can defeat the two gods Feng Feng and Yu Shi.
"You ... don't ..." Zhang Yuzhi's complex look seemed to want to say something.
But before she finished speaking, Zhou Wen's sword was pulled out.
At the moment when the sword was shed, everything in heaven and earth and the world seemed to freeze. For example, the sword of Hongru cut the void and cut the sky fire in half, as if the sky was cut open.
One sword cut through the nine nights.
Zhang Yuzhi only saw a flash of Jianguang, and the sky covered by the sky fire was divided into two from the middle, revealing the original clear sky.
When I looked at the drought, I saw a piece of purple magma-like liquid appearing on the chest on the white clothes of the drought, dropping drop by drop on the ground.
The purple liquid dropped on the ground, and each drop carried hot energy. The crystals that it touched were immediately burned through, forming a deep invisible pore, and it was not known where it finally dropped.
"The drought is hurt!" Everyone in the Zhang family was shocked and happy.
The joy is that the Zhang family may have been saved, but the surprise is that the Emperor actually slashed the legendary drought that is almost invincible. It is indeed the existence of the strongest man in the world.
Wouldn't it be possible to slay the drought goddess with a few more swords?
At this time, Zhou Wen was a bit shocked. He originally wanted to use the power of Xianxian Strike and Xianxian Sword to wreck, or even kill, the drought goddess.
However, his sword was cut off, and it only hurt the Drought Goddess, let alone killing him, and he couldn't even do heavy damage. Zhou Wen himself could feel that the Draught Godess was not seriously injured.
"It is indeed the legendary drought goddess who is so strong." Zhou Wen secretly exclaimed.
At this time, the drought goddess was blinding, staring at Zhou Wen fiercely, as if she was going to eat someone.
Even though it was the age of mythology ~ EbookFREE.me ~, she fought against other mighty guardians and other dimension creatures. She had not been injured yet, but was injured by Zhou Wen at this time.
Although there is a very important part of it is because she failed to integrate with humans, was severely suppressed by the rules of the earth, and was unable to fully exert her strength.
However, the drought goddess still couldn't bear such a result, and the heart was killing, and the heart was trying to kill Zhou Wen.
The goddess of drought is naturally a person who knows goods, and sees the extraordinaryness of killing fairy swords, and has some fear in her heart.
Zhou Wen knew, however, that the Sword of Elimination was now in his hand, which was nothing more than a decoration.
"It's rare to be able to pick me up without a sword. It's not easy to evolve to such a point. It's a pity to kill, so spare your life." Zhou Wen drew the Sword of Slaying back to his waist, and glanced at the Dry God. , Seems to say very casually.
This sentence of Zhou Wen almost blew up the lungs of the drought-struck woman, even though it was the mythical age of the strong, no one dared to speak to her like this.
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