"But once I absorb it, will I never be able to look back..."

"No... I don't care, I'll hang up if I don't need it!"

The blood and energy hidden in the spiritual consciousness by Emperor Da Zhu Wu was like a river and sea pouring in, all of them pouring into the dantian.

The thousands of petals of the lotus platform are also stretched out at this moment.

The sea is surrounded by all rivers, and the dim lotus platform retreats to its golden light, replaced by the rising red light.

The lotus platform emitting red light is in the dantian, like a small sun.

In the bloody battlefield, Emperor Zhu Wu's shoulder blades, which were broken by the long sword in his hand, were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The disappearing power climbed again, and the palm that was about to be unable to hold the hilt of the knife was clamped again.

He raised his head slowly, his cheeks that were not dry had a coldness that was inconsistent, and his pupils were full of anger.

The next moment, the breath that flew out from his body swept away like a tide of water.

The red blood waves were rolling, and the Great Zhu Wuhuang stood straight in the center, with a long sword in his hand tapping the ground, and his whole person instantly turned into a terrifying wave, and he took the lead in lifting the sword and arrived.

The middle-aged man raised his arm to block it, and the Blood Soul Sword collided with it. He felt a huge force that was different from the previous one spread into the veins of his arms through the blade.

The hit was hit with one blow. The Great Zhu Wuhuang, whose mentality changed, abandoned his previous speed and began to hold his sword and open and close the enemy.

With one knife, the middle-aged man's breath covering his arm was constantly shattering, and the rebirth of the breath could not even keep up with the speed of Da Zhu Wuhuang's swords.

There was a slight surprise on my face without any emotion.

At this time, Emperor Zhu Wu was unaware of it and just kept repeating the downward chopping action.

The only remaining pupil, which is still clear, is about to be overwhelmed by red.

The breath was unprecedentedly high. When the last knife was slashed heavily, the clear sound of bone cracks echoed from the palm of Emperor Dazhu Wu. The long sword of the blood soul that was attached to the world was also swung out with cracks at the tip of the blade.

The price of using the blade to break and the deformation of the palm is to cut open the breath of a middle-aged man and leave a wound on his arm that is deep enough to reach the bone.

Sticky blood gushed out of the middle-aged man's arms.

Emperor Zhu Wu, who had completely exhausted all his strength, leaned behind him with a broken long sword, and then looked straight at the middle-aged man in front of him.

What has not changed from beginning to end is the pride on the face of Emperor Dazhu Wu.

The middle-aged man's arms sag naturally, completely ignoring the wounds deep on his arm, which could be seen with bones.

Something passed quickly in his body. At the last moment when his eyes stopped, the middle-aged man came to the front of Emperor Da Zhu Wu and reached out to cut it on his neck.

The perspective was pitch black and the sky was spinning.

Looking at the Emperor Zhu Wu who fell to the ground, the middle-aged man possessed him and picked him up and walked towards the ruins of the wooden pavilion.

The tumultuous blood waves faded away, replaced by spiritual power filled with vitality.

If the ground was not cracked and the sight was full of broken rocks, this place would be a fairyland that ended with one end.

Thirsty... Very thirsty...

An extremely hot feeling came from the dantian, like putting it on fire and scorching it drying the last drop of water in the body.

The numbness sensation occurred, like countless ants climbing in their bones.

After enduring the double stimulation from the soul and the body, a small stream of clear and sweet water knocked on his lips and slid into the almost dry organs.

The water flow continued to moisturize. Finally, Emperor Zhu Wu burped unconsciously, then turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Nizi slowly stood up from the side of Emperor Da Zhu Wu, wiped the water marks at the corner of her mouth, looked at the middle-aged man sitting aside anxiously and said, "Uncle Seventeen, my master has been sleeping for almost seven days, why haven't he woken up yet? Will there be any accident?"

The middle-aged man who was working to rebuild the wooden pavilion turned around and said with a smile on his face, "Your owner is as strong as a cow, so there will be no accidents. You should wake up after waiting for him to sleep for two or three days. Don't forget to give him medicine on time."

Although she was full of doubt, Nizi still nodded honestly. She trusted this seventeenth uncle from the bottom of her heart.

If he hadn't taken action at a critical moment, he would have died long ago at the hands of those god-killing overlords...

Thinking of hundreds of overlords of the Killing Gods surrounding him, Nizi subconsciously shivered, and her eyes looked at the middle-aged man softer.

The middle-aged man called his nie to feed the Great Zhu Wuhuang every three or four hours.

The situation of Da Zhu Wuhuang, who was originally red like a crab, is gradually getting better.

At the beginning of the ninth day, Emperor Zhu Wu, who was almost about to fall asleep as a vegetable, finally woke up. The first scene when he opened his eyes gave himself a heavy critical blow.

The girl who had disappeared for a long time was now holding a bowl of water and following the middle-aged man, and from time to time said, "Uncle Seventeen, stop and take a rest and drink a sip of water."

The angina pectoris of Emperor Dazhu Wu is not ordinary angina pectoris, just like the kind of angina pectoris that he was lucky enough to pull up, but turned around and threw himself into the enemy's arms.

Just as he was heartbroken, Nizi looked over and ran over in surprise.

"Master! You're finally awake!"

With a faint and warm and fragrant soft figure, he rushed into his arms without hesitation, which directly caused the abdomen of Emperor Zhu Wu to dissipate most of the anger.

Nizi was like a cat that perfectly combines wildness and charm. She kept rubbing her head against the chin of Da Zhu Wuhuang, "Master, you have been sleeping for nine days, and I thought you didn't want Nizi anymore."

His anger turned into helplessness. Emperor Zhu Wu stroked Nizi's head with his hands lovingly, "As long as Nizi, you still want me, I won't want Nizi."

Nizi nodded excitedly, rubbing her head even harder, "Nizi won't want her master, she will always follow her master."

This girl has a very exciting figure, but she is a six-year-old child after all. When Emperor Da Zhu Wu was helpless, she caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man putting down the wooden stick in his hand and walking towards him. She immediately became alert and touched the broken blood soul sword on one side.

Nizi noticed the alertness of Da Zhu Wu's man to the middle-aged man and hurriedly said, "Master, Uncle Seventeen is a good person. He rescued me, otherwise Nizi would never see her again."

"Uncle Seventeen? He saved you?" Emperor Zhu Wu was unable to turn his head.

Nizi nodded vigorously, "Uncle Seventeen not only saved me, but also master, you are also saved by Uncle Seventeen. He boils medicine for you every day and then asks me to feed you."

While he was talking, the middle-aged man came to him and still had a signature smile, "Awaken? It seems that my medicine is still effective."

The vigilance in the heart of Emperor Dazhu Wu rose to another level, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife did not relax at all, "What do you mean? You were the one who killed me before, and you are the one who saved me now?"

The middle-aged man shrugged, "This is just a misunderstanding, but before it is solved, I want to tell you a little story."

Emperor Zhu Wu was almost about to go crazy, but he almost killed himself with just a small misunderstanding? Now he pretended to be fine and told a little story to himself?

Is it unbearable? I really think that Emperor Zhu Wu is a child, and I will come and wield you as soon as I ask you?

He decided to resist!

"Crazy..."

Two figures were soaked in the stream with the rising spiritual energy.

The Great Zhu Wuhuang on the right looked at the middle-aged man beside him with a sad face. Just now, he carried out no less than five sneak attacks on the middle-aged man, but none of them succeeded. Instead, he was carried into the stream like a little chicken and took a bath honestly...

Logically speaking, judging from his current physique, he can definitely fight back and forth with the overlord level of the God of Killing. Even with the escape from the world as the Lord of Killing God, he is definitely confident that he can take a few moves.

But when facing this guy who seems elegant but has a black heart, I can't hurt him.

Is it a fake practice that I practiced?

The middle-aged man next to him seemed to figure out the state of mind of Emperor Zhu Wu, and closed his eyes and said calmly, "Maybe until one day you become like me, you will realize that this is not a good thing."

"When I am like you, I will have to torture you hard!" Emperor Zhu Wu murmured in a low voice.

The middle-aged man paused for a while and said to himself, "I spent seventeen years to achieve something that others could not reach in their lifetime, but in the end I spent more than one hundred thousand years to make up for the mistakes of that year. Is this deal worth it or not?"

"It's worth a ghost. Even if you have a pig for a hundred thousand years, you can ascend..." Emperor Zhu Wu said without thinking.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Sometimes a mistake I made often takes a lifetime to make up for."

The nervous Emperor Zhu Wu finally reacted and said in shock, "Wait, what you have been talking about before means that you have lived to your current age?"

"To be precise, it is more than 100,000, 2323 years old." The middle-aged man said nitpickly.

"God, 100,000 years old?! I can't die until now?"

"Sometimes, not dying is also a punishment."

"Then I want this kind of punishment, too."

“…”

After pausing for a while, the big Zhu Wuhuang, who was burning with the soul of gossip, couldn't stand the loneliness and asked again, "I said, what did you do before that harm the world? Do you want to trap yourself for 100,000 years?"

"I didn't do anything, I just spent seventeen years to slaughter the humans in this world." The middle-aged man said lightly, "No one left."

"Hiss..." Emperor Zhu Wu gasped and looked at the middle-aged man with nervous eyes.

Suddenly, Emperor Dazhu recalled a conversation with the world for no reason.

It took more than 500 years for the Blood Soul Escape from the lowest level to the end.

In the era far longer than escaping the world, there was a guy who only took seventeen years to become the Lord of the Killing God in this dual world.

Thinking of the terrifying strength of the guy in front of him and the lonely years of nearly 100,000 years, Emperor Wu of Dazhu couldn't help but exclaim, "You are that madman?"

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, "In my memory, you are the second person to call me that."

Emperor Zhu Wu swallowed, and then moved away from him a little without a trace.

"Since you have already achieved the position of the God of Killing in this world, why are you still here and never leaving?"

"I owe too much debt to kill, so it's not that easy to leave. If you make mistakes, you have to bear the consequences." The middle-aged man said slowly, "The pain of not seeing the light of day for 100,000 years is the consequences."

"A long time ago, when this killing world was still in ignorance, I was invited to come here to receive a trial and achieve the position of the God of Killing."
To be continued...