The end of the world starts with failing the exam

It spoke.

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

"Bath...the king's blood..."

"Survive... come down..."

"prove……"

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

Chapter 156: The Dismantled Chen Jing and Everyone's Crisis

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 run out of the swamp again...

greet him.

I'm afraid it's the cross sword in the opponent's hand.

Because the two sides were far apart before, Chen Jing misjudged the size of this armored monster... At first, he only thought it was as skinny as a skeleton, but after getting closer, Chen Jing realized that this guy was so strong that it was terrifying.

Its height is about two and a half meters.

It has the waist of a wasp and the back of a monkey, and its arms are extremely long.

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

This sword is far larger than Chen Jing's previous observations.

About one meter six in length.

Plus the width of two palms.

It looks like a large, weird-shaped piece of iron.

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

"Bathing in the king's blood...surviving to prove that I am the king's blood descendant?" Chen Jing analyzed the words of the other party over and over in his mind, wondering if this was part of his promotion sequence.

In "Divine Inspiration."

Chen Jing learned the three elements of the promotion sequence.

One is to hold the key to the door.

The second is to enter the Huangwang Courtyard.

Third, he was asked to kill the blasphemer Zhao Pseudo-Xian.

He satisfied the first two points in turn, but the final third element...

Zhao Puxian is outside the palace at the moment.

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

And judging from the previous attack on the old man by Zhao Puxian.

The deprived old man is no match for Zhao Puxian.

As for everyone else…

Weinan, Yanque, Lane.

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

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

After all, he was a ruthless character who could spar with the old man up close without being killed.

In other words, the only point that can break the situation now.

Not outside.

And inside the palace.

Just on your own!

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

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

All seem to come from the "Deep Space Sequence".

Chen Jing, who was now trapped in the golden swamp, was up to his chest.

He could feel that the golden liquid was not harmful to him, and the deeper it 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 have now separated from the bones.

The fair skin spreads out like rice paper and flows elsewhere.

"What...what's going on..." Chen Jing's expression was dull, and this momentary change made him suddenly confused.

At this moment, he was like a doll that had been dismantled by some force.

Skin, flesh, bones, internal organs.

Every body part trapped in the golden quagmire is being dismantled silently.

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

I……

what's wrong with me?

Chen Jing was dragged down by the golden mud like a driftwood, and his green and fair face gradually submerged 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...

With a drag of warm golden liquid.

Clear eyes rolled out of his eye sockets, like black and white gems, being carried by the water for a few turns before sinking.

this moment.

The empty palace once again fell into endless silence.

The strange man in armor remained motionless, standing at the "water's edge" like a sculpture holding a broad sword, just waiting for Chen Jing to surface again.

Yes.

It firmly believes that Chen Jing will come back again.

Although it doesn't know why it has such confidence.

perhaps……

This is just a beautiful expectation.

Suddenly.

The armored man trembled without warning.

It's like a precursor to the disintegration of the previous "armor".

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

The weirdo tried hard to suppress this change.

But that doesn't mean it's afraid of death.

It is just afraid of failing the "King"'s entrustment, and is afraid that it will never see the rise of a new king again...

Lost deep space.

A new king is needed.

"Gudu..."

Several bubbles suddenly appeared on the golden water surface.

The weirdo followed the sound and saw that the human tissues disassembled from Chen Jing's body 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.

Clean and intact internal organs can neither float nor sink.

Only the beating heart emerged from the water.

Like a red gem embedded there.

until now.

The armored weirdo truly relaxed.

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

Perhaps because it had foreseen the miracle that was going to happen in this palace next, it was no longer as nervous as before, but gradually relaxed.

Even at this moment, it hummed an ancient song from deep space in a hoarse voice.

"The clouds of Kakosa shattered, the twin suns set on the lake, the black stars rose in the deep sky, and Baiaji at the bottom of the lake grew one year older..."

Weird singing echoed in the empty palace.

The singing voice gradually became hoarse and low, as pale and feeble as the passing years.

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

It's as if they are repelling each other and don't want to reunite...

Only those beautiful lips kept trembling on the surface of the water, eerily making a familiar sound.

"I...I'm not even dead?!"

……

Outside the palace.

Zhao Puxian has fallen into madness.

He felt that the fruit he had been guarding for countless years was inexplicably picked by others... and it all happened before his eyes, and he didn't even have time to stop it!

"You bastards..."

Zhao Puxian came to Chen Bofu.

There was a chilling calmness in that face, as stiff as a plastic mannequin.

Zhao Puxian had no mercy for the old man lying in a pool of blood in front of him.

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

"Your grandson lied to me..."

Zhao Puxian's electronically synthesized vocals have a faint tremor.

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

The sharp sword blade passed through the flesh and bones as it penetrated the flesh, causing the semi-conscious Chen Bofu to wake up from the pain.

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

"I want you to die...all of you...to 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 after a long journey, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

It turns out.

Her hunch was right.