Chapter 35 The Death of Zhang Daxing

Looking at Zhang Daxing, who collapsed on the ground, Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows angrily and asked proudly, "Zhang Daxing, aren't you awesome? Can't you kill Yang'er under my nose? Let me tell you, now your brother Liu Jianyun's parents and younger brother are trampled under me like a dead dog and let me knead them. Now I kill them if I want, and insult them if I want. Aren't you very talented? Come on, just save them under my eyes. Otherwise, hey, I have to do it."

"I don't think, as long as Zhang Daxing exists for a day, I won't let you touch my uncle. Drink."

After hearing this, Zhang Daxing, who was originally weak, suddenly surged into his heart with anger and regret. Suddenly, he felt that his body was no longer so weak. As soon as he climbed, he raised his eyebrows and scolded loudly, "Zhang Ming, you are a pervert. Zhang Yang deserves to die, so I killed him without hesitation. Now you are the same. No, you are more damned than Zhang Yang's bastard. If Zhang Daxing can't kill you today, I won't be a man. I said to heaven that either you will die today or I will die.

Say this, Zhang Daxing, who was full of ferocious eyes, suddenly fell on his face and muttered, "I said why the last time I passed through hell, there was a moment of fear and tension covering me. It turned out that my sixth sense had vaguely felt that my life was not long ago. Hell is the place for the dead, just like a dying person can see ghosts. I felt a trace of horror when I was about to die. But... what's wrong with death? What's the fear of death? As long as I die in the right place, I can close my eyes.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Daxing's fierce legs bent and jumped into the air. He spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at Zhang Ming like a beast ready to attack at any time. His bloodthirsty eyes, angry eyebrows, and grudge teeth showed his anger and rage at this time.

"Six people in the three worlds, there are six ways. If there is me, there will be no me. If there is no me, there will be me. Rebuke and fight for life."

Zhang Daxing, who jumped into the air, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood in front of him.

When the blood touched the air, the whole earth began to darken, and the sky in the distance was constantly floating one dark cloud after another. With the appearance of these dark clouds, there were one or two sad cries in the sky from time to time, like the Purgatory of Shura, with a rolling gloomy wind. Constantly ups and downs.

"Bomb."

Under the cover of the wind, the whole earth shook violently. In those places that had been cracked, there were rotten fingers constantly stretching out and struggling. However, in a moment, thousands of evil spirits crawled out of the cracks. The moment these evil spirits appeared, bursts of red light in their eyes, staring at the bloodthirsty people there. From the bloodthirsty pupils, you can faintly feel a fearful desire to see food. .

"Gagaga..."

Thousands of evil spirits suddenly laughed abruptly, and turned away from staring at Zhang Daxing, and the desire in their eyes also intensified. Finally, they ran to Zhang Daxing like horses out of the reindeed.

The evil spirit attacked, and Zhang Daxing's face was not afraid or nervous, but the corners of his mouth raised softly and said faintly.

"Come on, what's the joy of life and death? I hope I can die with Zhang Ming this time.

"Bomb."

As soon as these words came out, the thousands of evil spirits seemed to be enchanted and rushed to Zhang Daxing crazily. But for a moment, he was surrounded by three circles of the evil spirits and three circles outside.

"Squeak..."

The surrounding evil spirits were full of ferocious eyes and opened their bloody mouths full of fangs one after another. Regardless of the dripping saliva on the ground, they began to constantly bite Zhang Daxing's body, which was horrible.

"Ah."

A one-horned evil spirit fiercely opened his big blood mouth, and his mouth, which was only the size of a fist, was actually opened like a basin. He biting Zhang Daxing fiercely, pulled out an arm, and then put it in his mouth and nibbled it with relish.

Other evil spirits also nodded incomprehensiblely, raised the corners of their mouth evilly, and launched a more violent attack on Zhang Daxing. Some smaller villains directly penetrated into his stomach and kept nibbling on his internal organs, while others held Zhang Daxing's thighs that had been separated from his body. They are stubborn, and some are competing with each other for Zhang Daxing's head...

It can be imagined.

This is a picture of purgatory in the world, this is also a picture of horrible evil spirits and cannibalism, and this is a tragic picture of brotherhood. What if my brother is purgatory? It doesn't matter if he is eaten by evil spirits. As long as his brother is well, everything is worth it...

A tear crossed Zhang Daxing's long-falling head and blew on Liu Jianyun's face along the strong wind in the air. Liu Jianyun stretched out his tongue and licked it, and found that the tears were actually sweet...

Because Zhang Daxing thought that his death was in its right place and that death was meaningful, he closed his eyes.

And since ancient times, the tears of a dead person will be sweet rather than salty...

That's it,

Zhang Daxing's last head was also caught in his hand by the largest one-legged devil, threw it into its huge mouth, burped, and swallowed it.

But for a moment, Zhang Daxing, who was still complete, has been cut off from life and death.

"Tut-tut..."

After nibbling Zhang Daxing, the evil spirit suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, with a trace of green smoke. The evil spirits that had already rotten and began to peel off accelerated the speed of decay one after another, but in the blink of an eye, they turned into a green gas, constantly rising, floating and merging...

"Bomb."

A burst of explosion suddenly broke out in the sky, and the rising black gas condensed together in an instant and turned into a huge ghost.

I saw this ghost leopard's eyes and lion's nose, long beard, square crown on his head, holding a black and red brush on his chest in his right hand, holding a dark yellow notebook in his left hand, wearing a black robe, and embroidered 99 darker giant pythons in his dark and shiny black robe, full of domineering and dignity. As soon as he looked up, an extreme masculinity permeated everyone's hearts in an instant. Originally, it was a ghost, but there was no gloomy spirit all over its body. Baoxiang's solemn face was not angry and arrogant, just like the emperor facing his ministers, which made people happy and sincere.

"Rebuke, Zhang Ming, the king of hell told you to die three times, and you can't live five times."

The huge ghost turned to Zhang Ming as soon as the play, raised his right hand, pointed at Zhang Ming with the cinnabar pen in his hand, and shouted without expression, "Zhang Ming, your life and death book records that your life and death are gone. Now I'll row it away. Follow me to Shura hell quickly."

The ghost said and held the cinnabar pen in his hand and waved the notebook on his left hand.

Son of a sudden, Zhang Ming's face was average, and his eyes turned white, and he went straight back...

"Woo-woo..."

There were bursts of ghost crying in the sky, which was quite sad and sad. The Zhang family did not allow everyone to sigh. A white faint figure climbed out of Zhang Ming's fallen body.

Looking at the figure crawling out, the huge ghost just turned around and said faintly, "Zhang Ming, your soul is out of the body, and there is no possibility of survive. Hurry up and go to hell..."

"I'll give you a head."

Originally, Zhang Ming's muddle-headed and expressionless soul suddenly hit a burst of excitement and suddenly restored his previous thoughts. A sense of anger and fear instantly crossed Zhang Ming's dead eyes, opened his mouth and cursed, "You bastard, where on earth are you? You are not the king of the world at all, but why is there a sense of universe in your cinnabar pen? Why? The universe fell, the book of life and death was cut, the name of the pen fell, and the soul was broken. You cut off my body, but my soul is still there, which shows that you are not the king of hell. So what are you?

"Hahahaha," the ghost who turned around laughed and said with a little doubt in disdain, "King of hell? Am I the king of hell? Why does my appearance depend on so many little ghosts gathered together? Why can I condense the life and death book empty-handed? Why am I born with death**? Why? Why? Why can't I even remember these things? Why..."

The ghost looked up to the sky and roared, then calmed down and said faintly, "Well, where did you deserve to say so much nonsense? Hurry up and get into my life and death book, otherwise will you wait for me to do it yourself? Humph."

After Zhang Ming's soul was hummed by the ghost, it began to become more transparent, and there was a tendency to dissipate. However, at this time, Zhang Ming's faint soul clenched its teeth and squeezed out a few laughter: "Haha, I don't care whether you are the king of hell or not, but my Zhang family's teaching is about to awaken, so If you have taken away my soul, it is said that you will go to heaven and earth to find the murderer and return your soul to your hometown. Quack, quack." Speaking of this, Zhang Ming seemed to remember something. A treacherous light flashed in the corners of his eyes, bowed his head and smiled twice, and said evilly, "But I'm afraid you can't kill me today, hahahaha."

Zhang Ming smiled wildly, raised his hand, looked up and roared, "Bodhisattva's golden body, jade pure treasure bottle."

"Rumble."

With Zhang Ming's roar, heaven and earth suddenly emitted a sacred light. In the light, a crystal clear treasure bottle with a wicker inserted above is dripping. Every time it rotates, it will emit a sacred light. Anyone who is illuminated by this sacred light will suddenly Feeling that the disease pressing on the body suddenly recovered, even the whole body became relaxed, and the whole person was full of vitality and information.

"Repulsion." The treasure bottle in the sky suddenly stopped turning, and the wicker slowly flew out. The tip of the wicker also carried a few crystal transparent drops of water, which was very cute and touching in the sunlight.

After the wicker rotated in the air a few times, it threw it in the direction of Zhang Ming, and the drops of water that were at the tip of the wicker flew towards Zhang Ming.

"Gulu..."

"Gulu..."

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