I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 101

Every scene in the illusion suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, flashing past like a horse on a horse, vividly in my mind, as if I had personally experienced it.

In the end, he stayed at the appearance of "Zhang Zheng" disappearing on the cliff.

Confusion, trance, depravity, distortion, despair, regret, envy, relief...

All kinds of emotions flashed in the eyes of "Zhang Zheng", but it was the summary of her life of running around. In just two or three seconds, she chose to understand herself and let herself go, just because she knew well that she was ruined.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were full of doubts. Is everything "Zhang Zheng" experienced true or false?Or in other words, is it an illusion or a reality that hasn't happened yet?
No one could give her an answer.

The fading breath of life pulled Zhang Zheng's mind, her eyeballs turned and then lit up, as long as she found Wansheng in reality, wouldn't she have the answer.

Furthermore, listening to the conversation between the two, it seems that Wan Sheng is going to leave this weird place, and will stay in the lower realm.

Follow him for sure.

Feeling the guidance of the breath of life, Zhang Zheng flew after him.

Half an hour later, she chased behind Wansheng through the clouds and mist, touched his figure, her calm expression turned into astonishment, her pupils shook suddenly, her right hand brushed the storage bag, and she held the fire stick tightly in her hand.

The drooping eyelashes slightly blocked the sharp coldness in the eyes, but they couldn't reduce the ruthless anger.

This guy is actually the man in black who attacked her in Guyuan Secret Realm back then.

He was still wearing a black robe at this time, exactly the same as that day, even the long sword on his waist was also the same.

No wonder, she felt that his hoarse voice was a bit familiar, wasn't it similar to the young boy who sold pills from Mizhang Chongling.

Zhang Zheng looked around vigilantly, checking the breath of life for a week to ensure that no one would suddenly appear, with a look of determination in his eyes.

She doesn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble, and avoids people who are malicious to her if she can, but she will never let people who have already tried to kill her go free.

She couldn't beat the high-ranking cultivator, no matter how much she gritted her teeth with hatred, she could only run for her life.

But this Wansheng was comparable to her cultivation level, and she was even slightly inferior to her when they fought in the secret realm that day. Since she met him today, she must not just let him leave safely.

This is an excellent opportunity given to her by God, regardless of whether he is the scum Wansheng in the illusion, he is sorry for "Zhang Zheng" in the illusion, but in reality he wants to kill Zhang Zheng.

Both reasons are enough for her to take revenge on him.

"call out--"

The cold light broke through the clouds and mist, and the dagger rushed towards Wan Sheng's eyebrows like a dragon in a pond.

The crisis came suddenly, covering the whole mind, Wansheng subconsciously avoided sideways, the dagger flashed across the cheek, pierced half of the ghost's face, and pulled out a bloodstain with deep bone visible, which was shocking.

As soon as he dodged the dagger, the crisis of doom fell from the sky again, and a chill came from the tailbone and penetrated directly into the skin of the brain, his scalp tightened, and Wansheng didn't have time to look up, so he drew his sword instinctively to resist, and rolled to the side with force.

"clang--"

The long sword was blown away, fell into the sea of ​​clouds and disappeared.

Once the blow was missed, Zhang Zheng saw that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he simply tore off the hidden talisman, his eyes froze, and he bullied him again.

The long sword pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, like a thunderbolt without a trace, with a threatening momentum, it stabbed straight at Zhang Zheng from behind.

Feeling the chill behind him, Zhang Zheng didn't give in to the attack at all. With a move of his mind, a ray of consciousness controlled the dagger, flew to the side, blocked the attack of the long sword, and entangled with the long sword endlessly.

Zhang Zheng was so fast that Wan Sheng didn't have enough time to react. The fire stick quickly enlarged in his eyes, his pupils shrank extremely, and he turned sideways to avoid it in embarrassment.

The fire stick slammed hard on a hand bone that he couldn't avoid, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound, and the hand bone was knocked off.

Wan Sheng withdrew his hand and stared at Zhang Zheng indifferently, as if the broken hand was not his real hand.

Just listening to that sound makes people feel a pain in the bone, it must have been shattered and broken.

It's a pity that he didn't smash his head into pieces, or knock him unconscious, and then torture him about how to get out of this damn place.

The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips raised, and he stared strangely at Wan Sheng, who was also calm and composed. She couldn't believe that he still had such a rare teleportation talisman this time.

Even if there is, as long as he is not spread out of this place all at once, she can always find him slowly.

On the other side, the dagger and the long sword met each other, the flames splashed in all directions, and the sharp clanging sound continued, no distinction was made between top and bottom.

Wan Sheng had obviously recognized Zhang Zheng, and did not reveal a trace of surprise. The mustard space flashed, and a top-notch flying shuttle three feet long and wide appeared out of thin air.

The gap between them was not small, Wan Sheng knew this very well, and fled if he couldn't fight.

The moment he was about to escape into the flying shuttle, the "Qing Ling Jue" was running to the extreme, Zhang Zheng raised the fire stick high, and appeared directly beside Feishuo in a flash.

"boom……"

The fourth-order flying magic weapon completely collapsed under the full blow of Zhang Zheng holding the fire stick. From the inside to the outside, it was all broken into dust and ash, and it was declared scrap.

Wan Sheng's escaping footsteps were stopped, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, his eyes narrowed coldly, and he stared straight at Zhang Zheng, revealing a dark violence.

Zhang Zheng didn't bother to care if his eyes were sharp or not. No matter how sharp his eyes were, she would fight with all her strength to kill him to avoid future troubles.

The vines as thick as the waist of an adult man, and the forest-green leaf stems, covered dozens of miles around, like a dragon and a snake dancing, flexible and vigorous, entwining towards Wansheng.

Driven by Wan Sheng to get rid of the dagger, the long sword no longer entangled with the dagger needlessly.

"spear--"

The long sword slashed down, and the vines binding the legs were easily cut off. At this time, the dagger with a large blue light followed, stabbing straight at the heart on the left side of the chest.

good chance!
The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips curled up, and he leaped up, covering the fire stick with a layer of gold vigor and earth vigor.

With a deafening rumbling sound, the cloud and mist were smashed into a huge hole, and the solitary long sword smashed through a blade.

The breath of life is still there, although it is weak, it looks like an old man who is dying.

Zhang Zheng was too lazy to wait any longer, jumping in rashly might encounter an ambush, so he urged the vines to go deep into the bottom of the pit, grabbed Wansheng's unconscious waist, pulled him up from the pit, and threw him mercilessly to the ground.

"vomit……"

His back slammed into the extraordinarily solid ground layer cloud, and he vomited out a mouthful of scarlet blood, which continued to emerge from the corner of his mouth.

"How to get out?"

Zhang Zheng strangled Wansheng's neck tightly with one hand, and held a dagger in the other, flying half of the tattered ghost face. The tip of the knife was pressed against Wansheng's eyebrows, piercing the skin, and a drop of blood came out.

Wan Sheng rolled his eyes, stared at the ghost face thrown aside, and remained silent.

With a little force on the dagger, the wound expanded, and the blood beads merged into a blood flow, flowing down the brow bone.

"Don't want to answer? Then don't blame me for searching the soul."

(End of this chapter)