Martial Mythology

Tangtangzheng personally beheaded and killed Wusheng, this was something Sun Yan dreamed of.

Originally, he thought that he would never have such an opportunity in his life, but now, Zhang Lu gave him hope.

A quasi-Hunmeng Lord, although there is still a gap compared to the real Hunmeng Lord, but it may not be impossible to help him.

It's just... for revenge, is it worth giving up freedom, dignity and pride?

It can be seen that Sun Yan is struggling very much, he longs for revenge, longs for one day in the future to personally trample Mu Wusheng under his feet, but he is very resistant to serving others.

"Can't we change one condition?" Sun Yan said hoarsely.

Judging from his attitude, he was obviously moved, and his original firm idea was also shaken.

Zhang Lu shook his head, and said lightly, "If you want me to make a move, this is the only condition."

He also saw Sun Yan's hesitation, and added fuel to the fire at the right time, saying: "Why, is it difficult for you to be loyal to me? Do you want to retain the last bit of dignity and pride?"

Sun Yan didn't speak.

"But do you know that from the moment you enter the body of the mutated creator's will and manipulate the aura of the dead tomb, you are no longer the clone of the muddy lord, and your dignity and pride are long gone. You discarded it yourself!" Zhang Lu's voice was indifferent, uncovering the scar in Sun Yan's heart, "If you could restrain yourself back then, not to kill those who control the mud, not to be affected by the aura of the dead tomb, and not to sink there As your strength improves, I still respect you as a man and give you a thumbs up."

Speaking of this, Zhang Lu changed his voice: "But you still failed to resist the temptation. In other words, you betrayed the Lord of Hunmeng, you betrayed Hunmeng, and you betrayed your faith! How can you be like this? Dignity and pride? What is there to respect?"

Zhang Lu's words were like a carving knife, piercing deeply into Sun Yan's heart.

The scar at the bottom of his heart was reopened and bloody from being stabbed.

"Stop talking! I promise you!" Sun Yan clenched his fists in some pain, his body made of the aura of death trembled slightly.

What Zhang Lu said was right, Sun Yan's dignity and pride had actually been lost when he was taken away by Mu Wusheng. Now he has only one thought in his head, revenge!

Even if he can't kill Mu Wusheng, he still has to ruthlessly tear off a piece of flesh from Mu Wusheng.

Panting heavily, Sun Yan stared at Zhang Yu: "If you can really help me solve the problem of this body, or construct a powerful body for me that can match my consciousness, I will be loyal to you! "

"Very good, you made a wise decision." Zhang Lu laughed, "Believe me, you will definitely be grateful for your decision in the future."

Sun Yan's mood gradually calmed down: "Although I agreed to you, the premise is that you can really do it. Moreover, whether you can help me escape from the tomb is still a question."

The Heavenly Tomb has an enchantment against Sun Yan set up by Mu Wusheng. Its function is to prevent the leakage of the spirit of the dead tomb, and it does not affect the entry and exit of the Hun Master, although Zhang Yu has taken away the puppet of the Heavenly Tomb before. , but it does not mean that he will be able to take Sun Yan away. After all, Sun Yan is fundamentally different from those puppets of the Heavenly Tomb.

He is the source of the spirit of death!

"Although I haven't tried it, it should be no problem." Zhang Lu smiled lightly, "No matter how strong the enchantment of the heavenly tomb is, it is only arranged by an infinite environment."

Sun Yan took a deep look at Zhang Lu: "I hope so."

Zhang Lu didn't talk nonsense, he directly opened a channel connecting the Dantian world, and a huge twisted vortex appeared above their heads.

"By the way, let's send these Hun Masters there too." Zhang Lu said to Sun Yan.

To subdue Sun Yan and give away tens of thousands of nine-star Hun masters and hundreds of thousands of eight-star giants as gifts, this deal is simply too good-for-nothing.

Sun Yan didn't object. Since he decided to be loyal to Zhang Lu, these puppets naturally lost their existence value to him. No matter what Zhang Lu did, he would not have any objection. , intending to pack them up and take them away, he naturally didn't mind helping them out, anyway, for him, manipulating these celestial tomb puppets was no trouble at all.

After a while, the densely packed puppets of the Sky Tomb disappeared completely, and the entire Sky Tomb became empty.

"It's your turn." Zhang Lu looked at Sun Yan.

Sun Yan looked back, looked at the vast land, looked at the prisons that had trapped him countless times, and finally flew towards the teleportation wormhole. In his slightly nervous mood, his body moved unhindered. After passing through the teleportation wormhole, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zhang Lu also heaved a sigh of relief, and it turned out that as he guessed, this barrier couldn't stop the teleportation wormhole.

"Let's go." Zhang Lu said to Xiaoxie.

After the words fell, Zhang Lu was ready to return to the Dantian world.

But before he passed through the teleportation wormhole, Xiao Xie jumped off his shoulders, with a flattering look: "Master, can I stay first?"

"stay?"

"Look, there are still a lot of dead tomb spirits in the tomb today... Wouldn't it be a waste if we don't swallow them?" Xiaoxie said flatteringly: "Besides, I swallowed them to prevent them from harming Hunmeng. get more."

Xiaoxie couldn't help drooling when he thought of the majestic aura of death in the tomb.

Without Sun Yan and the celestial tomb puppets, only the endless air of death and the empty altars will remain in the celestial tomb. If Xiao Xie swallows the qi of death, then the celestial tomb will exist in name only. Even if a monster like Mu Wusheng is born naturally in the future, it will take a considerable amount of time to grow to this stage.

"Okay." Zhang Lu didn't object. The air of dead tombs is a great tonic to Xiaoxie, but to him, it's very disgusting and uncomfortable, "You stay to clean up the dead tombs in the sky tomb Qi, when will the cleaning be finished, but the sound transmission will tell me, and I will come to pick you up at that time."

"Thank you master!" Xiaoxie became excited.

Zhang Lu turned around, and his figure instantly turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the teleportation wormhole.

After Zhang Lu disappeared, the teleportation wormhole slowly closed and finally disappeared.

Chaos in the prehistoric world.

The hundreds of thousands of puppets in the tomb of heaven were temporarily blocked in a fixed space by Zhang Yu, and his eyes fell on Sun Yan in front of him.

For some reason, feeling Zhang Yu's gaze, Sun Yan felt an inexplicable pressure.

There was a faint throbbing in his consciousness, as if he was facing the once supreme Lord of Obscurity, no, Zhang Yu's pressure on him was even ten or a hundred times stronger than that of the Lord of Obscurity!

The most frightening thing is that just when they were teleported from the Heavenly Tomb to this Hunmeng, the hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Tomb puppets, including those kings of the Tenth Level, Hundred Levels, Thousand Levels, and Ten Thousand Levels , was imprisoned in an instant, and none of them could move.

Such a powerful and inconceivable method directly suppressed Sun Yan!

For a moment, he even suspected that Zhang Yu wasn't a quasi-Hunmeng Lord at all, but a Hunmeng Lord who had already stepped into the realm of Hunmeng Lord, even stronger than his true self!

"What... what's going on? Isn't he the quasi-muddled master? Why, why is it so terrifying!" Sun Yan was a little confused.

He always thought that Zhang Yu's strength should be similar to his, and the two were split 50-50.

But now, the hundreds of thousands of celestial tomb puppets who were imprisoned so that they could not move at all made him realize Zhang Yu's true strength and completely overturned his cognition.