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Zhang Ming, who personally destroyed his dream of truth, is not in a good state at the moment.

He was like a bear that had poked a hornet's nest, with dozens of ability users following closely behind him. One of them chased the guy closest to him and shouted loudly:

"Don't run! Boy! When I catch you, I have to bite off your dick!"

Zhang Ming turned his head and glanced, his heart suddenly trembled.

Seriously, this guy is serious.

Facing a threat more terrifying than death, Zhang Ming dodged a wind blade and ran away at a faster speed.

The group of guys behind them were chasing closer and closer. At first, they had different abilities, some were fast, some had strong attacks, and all kinds of weird ability users were mixed together, making the chasing team chaotic.

But as time went by, they became familiar with each other's abilities, rearranged and combined them, and formed a strange, but extremely efficient formation.

If we use a more intuitive and easy-to-understand word to describe it, it is similar to the "horse riding and fighting" posture played by children:

The physically enhanced ability user was carrying the long-range attack type ability user on his back, and a group of superpower users, in the shape of Zhu Bajie carrying his wife, launched attacks while crazily cursing Zhang Ming.

That's right, their words are no worse than their abilities. As soon as they open their mouths, it's Freestyle, and all kinds of curse words are thrown at Zhang Ming's head one after another.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard a gust of wind. Without turning his head, with the help of the third-person camera, he accurately caught an alien who transformed into metal and attacked.

The heavy force made Zhang Ming feel pain in his palms. The opponent hit the target with one move and continued to pursue the victory. A fist as big as a casserole hit Zhang Ming's head.

Zhang Ming assumed a Wing Chun pick-up position. While catching the opponent's fist, he quickly released the force. Then he used the opponent's strength to flip in the air and hit the opponent's back of the head with a Muay Thai knee strike.

With Zhang Ming's power enhanced by love electricity, even if the ability user's whole body turned into metal, this still made his head feel dizzy.

All this happened in an instant. Zhang Ming grabbed the Chain of Absurdity again, pulled the dizzy metal ability user, circled him in a circle, and threw him back into the pursuers. The pursuers were knocked over one after another, and for a while there was no one left.

There is a way to catch up.

Zhang Ming took this opportunity to start editing and hid in a shopping mall.

There was a fire inside the shopping mall and thick smoke was everywhere. Zhang Ming could hold his breath for seven or eight minutes without worrying about the thick smoke. Instead, he could use the smoke to buy some more time.

Zhang Ming was not running away casually. He was fleeing all the way to the west in order to keep these fanatic believers in the truth as far away from the truth as possible.

Although these deceived fools are hateful, the culprit is still the truth. As long as they are killed, all problems will be solved.

In order to achieve this goal, Zhang Ming must start from two aspects.

On the one hand, it is to reduce the number of ability users who guard the truth.

Because Zhang Ming destroyed the remaining Terrigen Stones in the golden coffin, Zhen Zhi, furious, sent more than two-thirds of the aliens, and the number of guards around him was greatly reduced. This step was finally achieved.

On the other hand, Zhang Ming needs the power to kill the truth.

After the brief confrontation just now, Zhang Ming's ability to judge the truth has been significantly improved compared to the period of Tutankhamun's pyramid.

The most obvious point: Zhang Ming can no longer penetrate the defense of truth.

Zhang Ming, who has the ability to edit, is never afraid of opponents with powerful attack power. By reversing time again and again, he can always pierce the heart of the enemy.

What Zhang Ming hates most is people like Zhenli who hide in turtle shells and cast spells remotely.

However, first he impatiently created a group of ability users, and then the power of truth increased significantly. It is difficult for Zhang Ming not to think of this kind of straightforward feedback——

The power of truth has a certain positive relationship with the number of people under it.

"Could it be said...that the more subordinates the truth has, the stronger its power will be?"

Zhang Ming's guess is very close.

The number of people is directly proportional to the strength. Can we reduce the number of people?

Relying on the editing and lightsaber, Zhang Ming is able to hide in the dark and kill the ability users outside one by one. After all, these guys have just awakened and are still in the exploratory stage of using their own abilities...

Zhang Ming quickly rejected this idea.

Firstly, he is not sure whether his guess is correct, and killing them randomly will definitely waste a lot of time; secondly, Zhenli will not just watch his men die. When a certain number of them are reached, he will definitely come to the rescue.

And... Zhang Ming couldn't be cruel to a group of fools and killed them all. If possible, he still hoped to make these guys wake up.

After a round of analysis, the problem finally fell on Zhang Ming.

He opened the Bizhan system. The current number of coins was 81,000. If he wanted to exchange for B-level power generation with love, he still lacked 20,000 coins. Moreover, power generation with love is more about the continuous improvement of physical fitness. Zhang Ming now needs the final word.

A crucial blow.

Looking further down, there is the exchange of equipment fragments. Among them, the attack-oriented Great Sword Bracelet has been fully upgraded in the last round of upgrades. The remaining clothes of Pinru are more defensive, and the all-powerful Mr. Zhu Rolex requires 90,000 coins.

"call--"

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and finally fixed his eyes on the intermediate lucky bag.

Ever since he communicated with Murong Tiezhu at the last Spring Festival event, Zhang Ming has not dared to touch such things that require luck. Compared with Tiezhu, the European emperor, Zhang Ming is like an African coal digger.

More than a layer of black.

"Now is not the time to think about gains and losses."

Dio is seriously injured, Cairo is shrouded in disaster, and it's not known how long it will take for the other Avengers to arrive. Now the only hope for the entire city is Zhang Ming.

"Exchange for an intermediate lucky bag."

"Okay~~Thank you for your patronage!"

After the system beeps, a small silver bag appears in the consciousness space. The bag is made of silver silk, and the texture is different from the cloth bag of a junior lucky bag.

Zhang Ming clasped his hands together, prayed silently for a few seconds, and then pulled away the rope holding the lucky bag.

Three cards flew out, and time was urgent. Zhang Ming did not turn over the cards one by one to quench his appetite, but turned over the three cards in one go.

blue, blue and…

gold!

Zhang Ming's heartbeat quickened. What happened today? He actually "shipped" the lucky bag after opening it for the first time. Originally, he was prepared to spend 40,000 to 50,000 coins today.

The two blue rays of light were completely overwhelmed by the golden ray of light in the last card. Zhang Ming was surrounded by excitement and happiness, waiting quietly for the light to dissipate.

But at this moment, he smelled a strange, weird... odor?

Why is there a stink?

Zhang Ming searched around and found that the source of the smell seemed to come from the golden card.

This kind of powerful card will indeed bring some special effects when it appears. For example, the big sword bracelet will have the sound of water waves in the bathhouse, and when Mr. Zhu's Rolex appears, there will be the clicking sound of the second hand turning.

But this taste...

Zhang Ming thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale with fear.