It spoke.

The hoarse and dull voice carried an endless sense of oppression.

"Bathe... in the blood of the king..."

"Survive... down..."

"Prove..."

"You are the blood of the king..."

Chapter 156 The dismantled Chen Jing and the crisis of the crowd

Chen Jing didn't understand what this armored monster was going to do, but his intuition told him that if he dared to struggle and try to run out of the swamp again...

What greeted him.

I'm afraid it was the cross sword in the other party's hand.

Because the two sides were far apart before, Chen Jing misjudged the size of this armored monster... Previously, he only thought it was as thin as a skeleton, but after approaching, Chen Jing found that this guy was so strong that it was scary.

Its height is about two meters and five.

Bee waist and monkey back, and long arms.

The cross sword held tightly in its hand... No, it would be more accurate to describe it as a broadsword.

This sword is much larger than Chen Jing's previous observation.

About one meter and sixty in length.

Plus the width of two palms.

It looks like a piece of iron with a strange shape.

The dark golden sword is etched with many totems of the Yellow King and some unknown spells.

"Bathing in the blood of the king... surviving to prove that I am the blood of the king?" Chen Jing repeatedly analyzed the words said by the other party in his mind, wondering if this is part of his promotion sequence.

In the "divine revelation".

Chen Jing learned the three elements of the promotion sequence.

The first is to hold the key to the door.

The second is to enter the courtyard of the Yellow King.

The third is to kill the blasphemer Zhao Weixian.

He met the first two points in turn, but the last third element...

Zhao Weixian is outside the palace at this moment.

Even if Chen Jing is given a chance to go out and meet Zhao Weixian to fight, I am afraid that in less than one round, Chen Jing will have his head chopped off by the ancient alchemist and kicked as a ball.

And judging from the situation when Zhao Weixian attacked the old man before.

The old man who was deprived of power is no match for Zhao Weixian.

As for the others...

Wei Nan, Yan Que, Ryan.

What is the difference between these people and trash in Zhao Weixian's eyes?

Even if they were not deprived of their powers, Chen Jing did not think they could pose any threat to Zhao Weixian.

After all, he was a tough guy who could fight with the old man in close combat and was not killed.

In other words, the only way to break the situation now.

Not outside.

But inside the palace.

On his body!

Chen Jing vaguely realized that there was a strange energy hidden in this golden swamp.

And this energy was very similar to the energy flowing in his body.

It seemed to come from the "deep space sequence".

At this moment, Chen Jing, who was trapped in the golden swamp, was submerged above his chest.

He could feel that these golden liquids did not harm him, and the deeper he sank, the more he felt like soaking in a hot spring... comfortable and refreshing.

Until he saw his arms floating away from his body...

The flesh and blood had now separated from the bones.

The white skin spread out like a piece of rice paper that was uncovered and flowed elsewhere.

"This... what happened..." Chen Jing's expression was dull, and this instantaneous change made him stunned.

At this moment, he was like a toy doll being disassembled by some force.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs.

Every body part trapped in the golden quagmire was being disassembled silently.

However, Chen Jing did not feel any pain during the whole process.

I...

What happened to me?

Chen Jing was dragged down by the golden quagmire like driftwood, and his pale face gradually sank into the water.

He didn't know what would happen next.

He didn't know what else he could do.

He just felt a little sleepy...

As the warm golden liquid dragged him.

Clear eyes rolled out of his eye sockets, like black and white gems, and were carried by the water flow and turned a few times before sinking.

At this moment.

The empty palace fell into endless silence again.

The strange man in armor still did not move, standing at the "water's edge" with a broadsword in his hand like a sculpture, just waiting for Chen Jing to float up again.

Yes.

It firmly believed that Chen Jing would come up again.

Although it didn't know why it had such confidence.

Perhaps...

This was just a beautiful expectation.

Suddenly.

The armored monster trembled without warning.

It was like a precursor to the disintegration of the "armor" before.

As the frequency of trembling increased, many cracks appeared at the joints of the armor parts.

The monster tried hard to suppress this change.

But this did not mean that it was afraid of death.

It was just afraid of failing the "king's" entrustment and afraid that it would never see the rise of a new king again...

The lost deep space.

A new king was needed.

"Gulp..."

Several bubbles suddenly appeared on the golden and dazzling water surface.

The monster looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the human tissues disassembled from Chen Jing slowly floated up from the bottom of the water...

The separated facial features floated on the water, while the muscle tissue and the white bones went their separate ways.

The clean and complete internal organs could neither float up nor sink.

Only the beating heart emerged from the water.

Like a red gem embedded there.

Until this moment.

The armored weirdo finally relaxed.

It forcibly suppressed the signs of disintegration, trembling and slowly sitting on the steps, putting the heavy cross broadsword aside.

Perhaps it foresaw the miracle that would happen in this palace next, it was no longer as nervous as before, but gradually relaxed.

Even at this moment, it hummed the ancient ballad from deep space with a hoarse voice.

"The clouds of Kakosha are broken, the twin suns sink into the lake, the black star above the deep sky rises, and Baiaji at the bottom of the lake grows another year older..."

The strange singing echoed in the empty palace.

The gradually hoarse and low singing was as pale and powerless as the passing years.

At the same time, the human tissues in the golden swamp were running away in all directions.

It seemed that they were rejecting each other and did not want to reunite...

Only that beautiful lip kept trembling on the water surface, and a familiar voice was strangely emitted.

"I... I am not dead yet?!"

...

Outside the palace.

Zhao Weixian has fallen into madness.

He felt that the fruit he had guarded for countless years was inexplicably picked by others... and all this happened in front of him, and he didn't even have time to stop it!

"You bastards..."

Zhao Weixian came to Chen Bofu's side.

On that face as stiff as a plastic model, there was a chilling calmness.

Zhao Weixian had no mercy on the old man lying in a pool of blood.

He bent down and grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled the long sword out of the old man's chest.

"Your grandson deceived me..."

Zhao Weixian's electronically synthesized voice was trembling slightly.

Looking at the bloody wound on the old man's chest, he suddenly waved his hand and stabbed it again.

The sharp sword blade passed by the bones while penetrating the flesh and blood, and the semi-conscious Chen Bofu was awakened by the pain.

As soon as the old man's vision became clearer, he saw Zhao Weixian's expressionless face.

"I want you to die... all of you... all of you must die!"

Chapter 157: Desperate Situation: Beheaded by Zhao Weixian!

"Why are you the only one back?!"

In a bush in the oasis, Yan Que looked at Wei Nan running back exhausted, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

Facts proved that.

Her premonition was correct.

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