I live in a desert island property

"You deserve to die!!"

This strong man with a majestic figure, brown skin, and long black hair stepped forward and started his daily journey from the direction of the rising sun.

"This memory doesn't seem to belong to crutches, nor to Kuafu...oh, Bofu...but to a third party?"

Zhang Ming looked at this vague memory scene, feeling like he was reading a picture of ancient times.

Although this strong man has reached the true eternal level, he is still no match against the demon [Dusk].

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying. This strong man caught up with the "sun" and fought with it. Infinite light is burning, the suspended mountain continues to collapse, and violent chaotic rules form a strong wind.

[Dusk] It was extremely hot, but after three days and three nights of fighting, this man of God was defeated, and the two divine snakes in his hands turned into ashes.

He himself also fell heavily from the sky, the ground was cracked, and even part of the crutch in his hand turned into charcoal.

This piece of coke turned into the broken piece of wood in Zhang Ming's hand.

"You deserve to die!"

Bofu struggled to get up from the ground and hugged the "sun" with his rough hands.

But the gap in strength could not be reversed by subjective will. He fell from a high altitude again and suffered burns all over his body.

This time he was seriously injured, his internal organs were greatly impacted, and even his consciousness became blurred.

Lying on the cracked ground, Bofu thought of his tribesmen turning into bloodstains in the dusk, so he strengthened his will and got up again.

"You deserve to die!"

He cut his arm and sprayed his blood on [Dusk], and the golden sun appeared a bloody red.

As a bystander, Zhang Ming felt sad and his mouth was dry.

War in the old mythological era was very simple, without so many fancy scenes, and did not pay attention to so-called "rules."

Things like technology don’t even exist.

The strong men at that time fought entirely through innate instincts.

But this instinct is indeed effective. Contaminated by the bright red divine blood, [Dusk] seems to be showing signs of weakness and actually runs away again.

The man of God took a short rest and felt that his blood was almost dry. With his mouth dry and tongue dry, he really drank all the water from the Huang and Wei rivers, and stumbled towards the direction where [Dusk] left again. .

"After all, he is not [Dusk]'s opponent... To be able to do this, he is indeed a strong man comparable to [Six Blinds]..." Zhang Ming judged this way, "But his opponent is too strong, even the Eternal One can't ah."

A voice also said the same: "With this fighting method, it will be difficult to defeat [Dusk] in the end."

Beyond the distant horizon, the earth is cracked, the rivers have dried up, and a small black dot appears.

Compared to the eternal level Bofu, who is ten thousand feet tall, this little black dot is as small as an ant, but its power is quite terrifying.

This little black dot is the owner of this memory.

"It kills my people, extinguishes the vitality of this world, and creates a huge hatred and sworn enemy."

"If I don't fight to the death, I'm afraid I won't have any chance."

This strong man with almost pure divine blood has a determined look in his eyes.

He is not afraid of death. Even though his physical condition is weak at this moment, it is the only chance. He must catch up as soon as possible. If [Dusk] eliminates the divine blood he sprayed, this small chance will no longer exist.

"It doesn't matter who I am, I only know that you are no match for [Dusk], and your life is in vain."

"If you can't defeat it, you have to defeat it. The Queen's Earth Realm is already dead. If you let it escape, it will be a disaster. Let me be buried here for the rest of my life."

The skin all over his body was chapped, his bones were broken, and even his blood had dried up. He started chasing after him again.

Such warriors are rare in the world.

The voice said truly: "Perhaps, you should change your target. Your power can't kill it, but you can seal it."

"How about letting your crutch serve as a gravekeeper, guarding this seal?"

Bofu was not a fool. He thought for a moment and thought that this was indeed possible: "Although my crutch is magical, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on forever in the face of the corruption of such a demon."

The voice said: "There are talents for generations. If future generations can't come up with a better way after so many years, they deserve to be exterminated."

The blogger laughed loudly: "That's true!"

"Forget it, I am not strong enough to kill [Dusk], so I can only seal it. There will always be future generations who can solve this problem! I leave this crutch to you!"

He strode forward and once again caught up with the sun contaminated by the red divine blood.

Nowadays, without weapons, we can only fight with our bodies.

Blood rain flew in the void, turning into colorful lights. Bofu actually rushed into the golden sun with his body, blood splashed into the sky, and turned into a ball of ashes.

Surrounded by this mass of ashes, the golden sun actually dimmed, and finally continued to collapse, turning into a flame a little larger than a thumb.

However, this small flame was extremely powerful and could no longer be extinguished.

Even if there is another Bofu, this is a qualitative change level of power, and there is no way to solve it.

Zhang Ming was shocked that this most powerful man died in battle so gracefully, without any hesitation, not even his last words, and directly chose to "believe in the wisdom of future generations."

He couldn't help but sigh, the diversity of the world is like this, there are people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and there are people who are generous and sacrifice themselves.

"It's just a pity that in war-torn times, people who are greedy for life and afraid of the dead are more likely to survive."

As for the wisdom of future generations...

It seems that future generations have no wisdom? What should I do!

Zhang Ming couldn't help but tremble twice.

…

The mysterious illusion continues.

The strong man who suggested that Bo Fu seal [Dusk] quickly stepped forward and wrapped the flames with the remaining ashes.

Then, use this crutch full of divine power and spirituality to completely suppress it.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the long river of time and saw Zhang Ming's figure.

It seems that he is talking to himself, and seems to be telling future generations: "The ashes and crutches left by the Bofu are infinitely mysterious, but they can suppress them for a while, but they cannot suppress them forever."

"Over time, this crutch has become another incarnation of [Dusk], used by [Dusk]... Therefore, it will definitely break free."

"Later, have you thought of a better way?"

Zhang Ming answered honestly: "No."

"This is the last drop of his divine blood left, the last essence, delivered to you..."

"Have you thought of a better way? Make good use of this drop of blood."

Zhang Ming was very honest: "There is no way, brother!"

"You guys should have thought of it, right? You must have thought of it! Right?" This strong man looked at Zhang Ming with starry eyes and kept repeating, "Think about it, even I have thought of a way, you It won’t be unexpected.”

Zhang Ming was stunned: "It's really not true...Brother, please make it clear. My brain is not good!"

…

Zhang Ming's consciousness was ejected from the illusion.

He held his breath quietly, and at some point, a drop of hot blood did appear on his hand, as if it had a huge weight.

The rules of this drop of divine blood have long been restrained, and it looks like a drop of blood of an ordinary creature. However, only Zhang Ming, who holds it in his hand, can glimpse the once terrifying mythical war from this drop of blood.

Speechless, only silence.

Although he, Lao Zhang, should not take the blame for this matter, he can be considered a member of the later generations...

"What can I do? It's inexplicable." Zhang Ming put his hand into the sack and loaded this drop of divine blood into a small box made of irregular materials.

He thought to himself: "Under this big willow tree is the true form of [Dusk] - that little flame."

"It would make no sense if I cut down the big willow tree."

"The producer of memory, what's the point of giving me this drop of divine blood to temporarily strengthen the seal and stabilize it for so many years?"

It always feels like it's not that simple.

Because the other strong man in the illusion is "Burial", a strong man who integrated himself into this world and created the world of Burial.

The divine blood he left behind might be for a special purpose.

It would be too simple to leave the divine blood in such a corner just for the purpose of strengthening the seal for a few years and passing it across thousands or tens of thousands of years.

[He should have an ulterior purpose, an indescribable, unspeakable purpose. 】Miss Calabash’s voice rang in his mind, 【Otherwise, he could keep this big willow tree in the old mythical era, and there is no need to transplant it to the burial world. 】

"Indeed... so."

In that era, if the seal was really broken, wouldn't it be good to leave the big willow tree in the old mythical era? Anyway, even if the demon god revives, it will only be in the old mythological era.

But some things really cannot be talked about. Once talked about, things will change.

Just like the selection of "spiritual children" by the big willow tree, before it was spread, it was possible to select children with simple personalities and kind hearts.

Once this matter spreads, it will directly change its quality, and it will no longer be possible to select qualified "spiritual boys".

So, what are the things that can only be understood but not talked about?

"It shouldn't be a problem if you talk about this in my memory library... Just tell me quickly." Zhang Ming said.

[I don’t know if there will be any problems. If you must ask me to analyze it, I will analyze it and then delete my memory. 】

[Hmm... I think Burial wants to let future generations hunt the demon god, and this is worthy of his purpose and plan. 】

These words are nothing short of thunder!

Zhang Ming looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was very surprised.

"How to hunt?"

Calabash said: [The power of the Demon God [Dusk], after thousands or even ten thousand years of penetration, is highly concentrated in this big willow tree. 】

[For [Dusk], it is likely that it wants to abandon its original little flame body and slowly replace its body with this big willow tree. 】

Zhang Ming understood and praised: "How smart, Calabash Girl!"

[Dusk] The original body was contaminated by the "divine blood" and "ashes" of the most powerful Bofu.

This kind of pollution cannot be easily eliminated.

Of course, for the devil, the most important thing is the rules, and the physical body is not too important.

Just like the worm of time and space, if the original body dies, isn't the new body just that of Lao Zhang?

It's normal to change bodies.

So what is the new ontology?

Since the big willow tree suppresses [Dusk], it is only natural to choose the big willow tree to seize the house - after all, the power of this big willow tree is extraordinary, and it can be regarded as the best bid for the house seizing.

[Escape from the seal through this slow body replacement is predictable for a strong person like 'Bury'. 】

[So he believes that there will be an opportunity to hunt the devil. 】

Zhang Ming suddenly realized: "At this moment, the power left by Bofu has not been exhausted, and this replacement has not yet been completed. If we destroy the big willow tree and [Dusk] loses his body, will he die?"

[No, no, no, you are mistaken. Eighty-nine percent of this replacement has been completed. If my guess comes true, the moment you kill the big willow tree, you will suffer a desperate death from [Dusk]. You cannot withstand this counterattack. of. 】

"Ah? Hasn't the opportunity disappeared? We're too late..." Zhang Ming couldn't help but feel depressed.

[No, it’s not too late. Don’t limit your thinking to hunting the [Dusk] Demon God. 】

Zhang Ming thought hard, and gradually, an idea came to his mind.

The rules of the devil are unique. Nowadays, part of the rules has been transferred. If the big willow tree is destroyed, part of the rules of [Dusk] will turn into dust.

This is an unbearable burden for the demon god, and repairing it consumes a huge amount of energy.

"So what you're saying is that if any demon attacks the main body of the big willow tree, [Dusk] will rush forward and fight back desperately, thus turning into a dog-eat-dog fight between the demons, right?"

"This thing is a super bomb. It will kill anyone who dares to mess with it! Is that right?"

Zhang Ming felt that his head was a little hot. His little secretary was so smart. He immediately analyzed the plan that "Bury" had been planning for so many years.

Moreover, this plan is really exciting - he found a good treasure!

[That’s true, but it’s not enough. 】

[The drop of divine blood you got should be useful. It may be a special trigger. As long as a drop of divine blood is thrown into the big willow tree, it can make the demon [Dusk] mistakenly think that the original enemy has come to the door again, which can maximize the counterattack. 】

[Of course, the above is my speculation and may not be accurate. 】

"Can I use this super bomb to kill your eldest sister?"

Gourd replied: [Obviously, there is still a lot of difference. From the hallucination just now, I think that the [Dusk] Demon God is still one level behind [Long-cherished Wish]. Even the most powerful attack cannot directly kill [Long-cherished Wish]. 】

[A sudden attack may put [Long-cherished Wish] in a temporary state of mental confusion, but it is still unrealistic to complete the victory in one battle. 】

"Your eldest sister is so awesome... she is worthy of being a near-ultimate demon."

Zhang Ming changed the topic: "However, the Calabash Demon God is my favorite demon god. If both demon gods are willing to marry me as my wife, and let me choose one of the two, the result will be..."

[Don’t ever say it! I'm afraid that you will suddenly give a wrong answer without seriousness, and I will be very angry! ! 】

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes and felt that his conscience was not that dark. The answer was "Gourd Demon God". As for being so nervous?

Could it be that I would choose the [Long-cherished Wish] Demon God...well...no matter how I think about it...it's impossible!

He thought about it for a while, and finally sighed slightly and threw this drop of divine blood to the moon...

This trump card was obtained by a powerful man through sacrificing himself. It is not without significance.

He must find a suitable time to use it so that he can live up to his ten thousand year plan.

But it is like a hot potato. If [Dusk] really breaks free of the seal and completely replaces the big willow tree, the bomb will come back to him.

What’s even more frightening is that the day when the volcano erupts seems not that far away.

Therefore, he really didn't know what to do with the big willow tree in front of him. He couldn't kill it, couldn't save it, and it was really pitiful.

This big willow tree has even lost its fighting spirit and may not be able to hold on for long.

Gourd added: [Once this plan is widely known, it will no longer work. Don't underestimate the devil's spying ability. 】

[For the sake of conservatism, I will delete this part of the memory and only let you know about it. Next, don’t discuss relevant matters with me. If you find an opportunity, just choose to use it yourself. 】

"Oh, okay, in the end I have to murder your eldest sister alone. You are still a white lotus that emerged from the mud but remained unstained, and became the ultimate demon in a daze."

"How can there be such a lucky devil like you in the world?"

Hulu was choked by his teasing tone. No matter from which point of view, it was indeed better to delete his memory.

[Then, please come on, please let me enjoy the success and become a good-luck demon! 】

…

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and found that the big withered willow tree was staring at the broken wood in his hand in a daze.

Perhaps the memory of the first life was reawakened. The big willow tree stared and suddenly began to cry and repent.

The purple-red willow branches are blowing in the wind.

The sound was very miserable.

But what's even worse is that it is just an intermediary for hunting the demon god. It has become the new host of [Dusk], but it doesn't know it yet...

"Beheading me is the best choice... I have made a big mistake, and I would not regret dying." The big willow tree murmured.

"Brother Liushu, it's not possible now. We need a successor at the level of an immortal. Continue to suppress [Dusk], and you will die."

"I think if they are rescued soon, how long can you hold on?"

Although this sentence was a lie, and even a hundred immortals could not solve this problem, Zhang Ming still said it without blushing.

"I... don't know." Da Liushu said, "I have to absorb the vitality around me to maintain a little bit of vitality. Otherwise, I won't be able to hold on for half a year, and I will lose my will."

"Can't you change someone? I'll help you find someone with good qualifications."

Substitution is actually very cruel, and the child who is replaced will not survive for a few years in this condition.

But since so many sacrifices have been made, it is impossible to give up halfway.

As for where to find people, let the Mountain-bearing Turtle figure it out. Aren't there a lot of creatures in the Burial World?

If you really can't find one from the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, let Wan Hai Civilization and Shang Divination Civilization look for him. One million children with excellent qualifications can find him.

Zhang Ming rubbed his temples, feeling that his heart was getting harder and harder.

In the past, even if he thought of such a disgusting plan, he would not be able to express it, but now he has to compromise with reality.

This may be the so-called growth...it's weird, it's just helpless.

"Even if you find a child with good qualifications, it will take about five years to train him... he will not be able to take over immediately. Moreover, the invasion of [Dusk] has been deep... When the child is replaced, there will be a trace of flaws." Daliu Shu said , "I'm afraid if I can't hold on until then, it will be my last life."

"Can the World Source heal you?"

"What is the source of the world?" Daliu Shu wondered.

This guy is really an old man. He has almost no contact with the outside world and doesn't even know what the Source of the World is.

"It's the kind of energy that is commonly used by immortals and eternal beings."

"That...is useless."

Zhang Ming's eyelids twitched twice. It is true that money is not everything and cannot buy life, but as long as there is enough money, he can still find a way.

He turned around, went to the captain's cabin of the steamer, and restarted the communicator.

Sure enough, Jia Jinjin was still waiting anxiously. When he saw Zhang Ming returning, he almost jumped up from his seat in surprise.

He said excitedly: "Brother Zhang, you are resurrected! I told you that you would not go crazy so easily... Haha, what happened."

Zhang Ming made a long story short: "Don't be nervous, the [Dusk] demon attacked not me, but the big willow tree. It is equivalent to the guardian of the local area."

"Now this big willow tree is going to die, and the demon can't be suppressed. Please give some money and think of a way."

He twisted the screen of the communicator and turned it directly to the window.

The scene of wicker sticks floating around and heads and fruits tumbling made Jia Huanghuang turn pale with fright: "Damn, what the hell is this? It's so scary!"

"That's how it is in the Burial World. Powerful people you don't usually see are everywhere."

"Anyway, you should think of a way. It is said that the [Dusk] Demon God has spread and anchored in the Demon God Sea... If there is an explosion here, [Dusk] will jump to the Demon God Sea in the next second. By then..." Zhang Mingpo Some schadenfreude.

"It's useless for you to tell me about such a big matter." Jia Jinjin said bitterly.

He found that since he took this job, his life was full of shocks and he could not sleep peacefully even a day.

Jia Jinjin connected to a channel: "Master Yanyang, what should we do now?"

"He...it's good that he's not dead yet, which means the transaction can continue...this willow tree...I'll help you look for it." Yan Yang checked the database of this civilization, and even his identity and permissions were No in-depth information can be found.

It is very rare for Wanhai Civilization to have completely unknown information. The only possibility is that his authority as an immortal is still not enough.

That must be the top secret.

Yan Yang's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly called his superiors.

Soon, a voice came from the other side of the phone: "Da Liushu... Okay, I understand. Please tell him to complete the deal for the immortal quota as soon as possible. We will find a way to reassure him."

"That's all?" Yan Yang was confused.

"Well, the big willow tree is indeed very important, but we really only have some simple information here... and we can only record some simple information." The voice on the other side of the phone seemed a little meaningful and was deliberately prolonged.

Yan Yang frowned slightly, seeming to think of something.

"In the Burial Realm, there are many old stubborns with bad brains, and there are also those who directly rebel and are anchored by the devil. It is difficult for us to devote our power. We do not have the strength of the immortal level. If we give something away, we may die on the way. .”

The voice on the other side of the phone said: "Fortunately, I still have a bit of a reputation in the burial world. I will ask a few old friends to give me some life-saving things to keep the big willow tree alive."

"That old friend is good at earth escape. He can get there in half a day... Well, why don't we let my old friend test this guy out and see how good he is... Send Jia Yushi over as well." The person on the other side of the phone said , my mind changed, and I thought of many countermeasures.

Yan Yang felt relieved and told Jia Jinjin.

Jia Jinjin relayed it to Zhang Ming.

"Wanhai Civilization is really awesome... They should have put a lot of effort into it..."

Zhang Ming complained in his heart and closed his eyes to rest with peace of mind.

The rest of the night was pretty peaceful, except for the big willow tree that made painful sounds from time to time, which sounded hairy. It is like a patient with terminal cancer. The cancer cells have completely spread, and the life force drawn from the outside world is regarded as adrenaline, allowing it to breathe its last breath.

As the sun rose again, the villagers woke up again and found themselves thrown into the space props. They were all surprised.

"open……"

Before they could speak, Zhang Ming knocked them unconscious again and used the best anesthetic: "It's better that you don't know before leaving a territory."

This matter is so big that neither the local aborigines nor the Xiongba civilization can be of any use.

It is best to let them stay in the space gourd.

After being attacked by [Dusk], Shimama, who fell into a state of aberia, was muttering to herself: "Leave me alone, you go away."

"Xuanwu is such a stinking idiot." Zhang Ming said.

"What? What did you say!" Shimama jumped up and roared angrily.

"Just live." Zhang Ming threw the guy into his backpack and let him bask in the sun and recover.

Another hour later, Miss Calabash cooked an exquisite breakfast "Seven Treasures and Five Flavors Porridge", with a total of seventeen kinds of raw materials.

Originally, these raw materials could no longer provide attribute points to Zhang Ming, but after her careful cooking, she actually succeeded in obtaining attribute points.

This porridge has a fragrant aroma, tastes warm and sweet, has a silky texture and a delicious texture. Every bite is full of rich layers of texture.

"Delicious!" Zhang Ming couldn't help but admire.

He suddenly realized that life like this now wasn't that bad. He had food to eat, people to keep him company, and old friends to brag about.

If you really wander around the world in the future, it doesn’t seem impossible?

As the sun rises and the light becomes stronger, the breath of life in the big willow tree becomes a little stronger, and the number of wailings becomes much less.

Another hour later, a cold breath appeared in the west, and the assistance from Wanhai Civilization arrived!

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