hero?it must be me

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Those who should be killed will be killed.

Of course, Zheng Qi did not tell Sanzang these words.

He didn't wear the golden hoop. If Sanzang missed him, he might really pester him all day long.

And after Sanzang saw that Zheng Qi seemed to no longer care about the theory of Buddha's fate, he didn't worry about it any more.

The next morning, a group of people woke up, and some people heard the conversation between Zheng Qi, Matthew and Sanzang last night, some people didn't hear it, but no matter whether they heard it or not, no one talked about it again.

As soon as the sun rose and the mountain road became clear, everyone was on the road again.

Only this time, in order to improve the efficiency of travel, Zheng Qi made a suggestion.

"Feeling all right, Betty?"

Holding the small half of Zheng Qi's body, Li Xiang poked his head out and looked at Bedivere who was sitting in a bamboo basket.

"No, no problem, Lixiang."

Holding the rope with one hand, Bedivere raised his stiff and sore neck, and showed a somewhat forced smile at Li Xiang.

"Don't worry, the basket and the rope have been reinforced by me. As long as you don't get directly involved in a too intense battle, there will be no problem."

Da Vinci, who was also sitting in the basket, said with a smile, "But Zheng Qi really came up with a good idea, and the marching speed has increased a lot!"

"My lord, will you be tired?"

Lying on Zheng Qi's back, she leaned softly and asked in Zheng Qi's ear.

"I'm not that vulnerable."

Inserting his right hand into a higher mountain wall, Sanzang is hung on the left, Lixiang is hung on the right, Jing Mi is hung on the back, and a long rope used to fix the bamboo basket is hung on the waist. replied.

"Oh, the road to worship is actually not an easy journey for us. It is only natural that you will not adapt."

The curse wrist who led the way turned back and said with a smile: "I originally planned that it would take about two days to reach the temple. Now it seems that we should be able to arrive before sunset."

As the curse wrist predicted.

Although they were harassed by some short-sighted guys on the way, as the people got closer to the Temple of Azrael, the guys who harassed them gradually changed from those monsters to lonely ghosts.

And these lonely ghosts, after Zheng Qi raised his eyebrows unbearably disturbed, and quietly [grow] some dark green light lines on his body surface, he never dared to stand up in front of everyone again.

Thanks to this, Zheng Qi and the others finally arrived at the Temple of Azrael when the sun faded in the sky and night fell.

"This is the Temple of Azrael..."

Facing the ancient temple in front of him, Roman in the communication sighed: "I didn't find any special reaction."

"No, doctor, this... this is the pressure that you can't feel without being there..."

Matthew clutched the large shield in her hand nervously, and if you looked carefully, you could even find her body trembling slightly.

"There is indeed no reaction, magic power, followers, life, but that's it, instead... I can't help shaking, it's not a spiritual feeling, it's a soul... It's like my soul is pushing my body with all its strength, Tell me to get out of here immediately!"

The tranquility and curse wrists on the side seemed to be a bit of a habit.

But correspondingly, they became silent and solemn.

After staring at the door of the temple for a moment, the curse wrist opened his mouth.

"Your Excellency Zheng Qi, everyone, let's go. Although the first generation of adults indicated that they want to meet you, but because the front is unknown to us and belongs to the domain of the first generation of adults, we don't know what will happen. All of you, please exercise your utmost vigilance—"

When the curse wrist was speaking, Zheng Qi, who was in the middle of everyone and had already disarmed the [armor form], suddenly turned his body.

In an instant, golden thunder and red dragon flames, bathed in the ashes of Zheng Qi's clothes, rushed down along his muscles that were suddenly knotted due to exertion.

Before everyone had time to react, Zheng Qi raised his right fist, which was tightly wrapped by ripples, and rushed towards the empty front!

"Chong!"

Immediately, in the space where there was supposed to be nothing, there was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing!

Chapter 388 Chapter 88: If you want to fight, just go

"What, what's wrong?! All of Zheng Qi's reactions here are suddenly, er, messed up—is he being attacked? But I didn't find any new dynamic reactions here! There should be nothing there except you Ya! What the hell happened?!"

Doctor Roman's panicked yelling in the communication did not bring much change to the froze atmosphere at the scene.

"-Did you notice my sword before your destiny came?"

At this moment, an old but powerful voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"not bad."

Almost at the same time, both Cursed Wrist and Jing Jing fell to the ground.

To be more precise, it is a posture like [five bodies cast on the ground].

"What's the matter with you, why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Sanzang, who was startled, was puzzled by the unexpected actions of Mantra Wrist and Jing Mi.

Li Xiang looked at Zheng Qi who was quietly burning with dragon flames, and wanted to ask in confusion and worry.

But Zheng Qi's attention at this moment has been completely focused on the empty space in front of him.

"What nonsense..."

Zheng Qi's voice seemed to be suppressing something, quite low, but clear enough.

He retracted his right fist, staring at the empty front.

"I didn't intend to kill me with a sword in my heart, and if I didn't find it, it's not worthy of your praise."

"Zheng Qi? What's going on, isn't there nothing here? Are you talking to—"

When Sanzang tried to approach Zheng Qi, Bedivere at the side immediately stopped her.

"Please calm down, Your Excellency Sanzang...that one has already appeared in front of us."

His features were tense and his expression serious.

It can be seen from the angle of sight that Bedivere, like Sanzang and the others, cannot [see] anything.

But he made a correct judgment through the reactions of Zheng Qi, the curse wrist, and Jing Jing.

"The same goes for Lixiang and Mash, don't lean up."

Da Vinci did not know when he stood in front of the girls.

Her gaze was the same as that of Bedivere, focusing on the no-man's space in front of Zheng Qi. Although the corner of her mouth still had a smile as usual, her eyes also had a cautious glint.

"Wandering rebellious king, uncrowned tyrant."

It was that old voice that seemed to come from all directions.

"Let me ask you, have you awakened during this trip?"

Zheng Qi was also slightly taken aback when he heard this.

The reactions of the others were different, they were as dazed as Zheng Qi, but Lixiang, Matthew, and Betty showed more vividly, some seemed to have expected it, Da Vinci narrowed his eyes slightly, and some had eyebrows and eyes like drooping curtains, expressing emotion. Sanzang felt a little down all of a sudden.

"...Are you asking me?"

"Who else could it be?"

"What do you want me to wake up to?"

Zheng Qi asked calmly, "I didn't do anything wrong."

"So, good."

The old voice couldn't hear sorrow or joy, it just seemed to announce something, and continued: "Resuscitate me, enter my temple, such a big demon must go through a ritual to wash away before he can be forgiven."

"Fighting as the dead, fighting for the right to live—"

The voice of the old man changed the topic: "Old Man of Tranquility, this is it."

"I will leave the sacrifice to you, and complete the ceremony perfectly."

Hearing this, Jing Jing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised her head, and the appearance under the mask was immediately tainted with fear.

"Hey, ah——no——"

Her scream was blocked back into her throat by the black mist quietly rising from the ground.

Almost instantly, Quiet's body was about to be engulfed by that silent black mist——

"call!"

——The next moment, the hot dragon flame changed color.

The deep dark green color seemed to suck up the scorching heat of the dragon flame in an instant.

A giant hand covered with faint patterns of light violently tore open the encirclement of the black mist, gently pressed against Jing Mi's slender waist, and simply pulled the girl's body out from the deepest part.

Seeing the target being robbed, Hei Wu immediately reacted.

Gently moving the illusory corners, the pitch-black fog is about to move towards tranquility again.

However, at the moment when the black mist took action, before the black mist, a specious opponent appeared.

It was the dark green mist originating from Zheng Qi.

If we say that the black mist is like an elegant old man, permeated with the wind and frost endowed by time, walking a long straight road steadily and lonely.

Then the dark green mist is like some kind of [living creature] with its own will.

Wanton twisting and swaying, it should be the same invisible mist, but it seems that everyone who catches a glimpse of its existence can clearly hear the cruel and wild laughter.

And when Zheng Qi's twilight-colored dragon pupils also ignited the green fire, the mist that stretched its teeth and claws seemed to suddenly turn into cold steel, and surrounded the peaceful Zheng Qi in layers.

The dark green [Barrier] is silent and strong, so thick that it is daunting.

Just watching, Matthew and the others couldn't help feeling a suffocating feeling in their hearts, as if they were being crushed by a heavy object.

"First of all, I hate the Riddler."

Glancing at Jing Ning who had passed out in his arms, Zheng Qi opened his mouth.

"Secondly, you are the one who said you wanted to see me."

Putting the comatose tranquility behind him, Zheng Qi turned to look at the gate of the Azrael Temple.

"You asked me a question, let me ask you one."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Are you awake now?"

The old man didn't answer.

"So, good."

Zheng Qi grinned.