Crack! Crack!

The cracks were covered with light balls in the blink of an eye, and then they were broken. A mysterious spell was born in Xia Ye's mind, which made him realize a lot of things in an instant.

The world seemed to be clear in front of me.

puff!

King Zhao's sword stabbed into Xia Ye's chest, and the wet and hot blood flowed down the sword blade.

Seeing Xia Ye's mouth open and close, but he couldn't make any sound, like a catfish that was about to die after being thrown ashore, King Zhao felt very happy.

"Go to die with peace of mind, this world is about to be destroyed anyway."

After King Zhao finished speaking, he pushed Xia Ye's head.

Bang!

The body fell to the ground with a bang, and some dust splashed.

King Zhao turned his head and wanted to kill the others, but they had already scattered like birds and beasts.

"Big brother is dead, run away!"

Songguo stepped on her short legs and disappeared in an instant.

“This damn tribal life.”

King Zhao cursed, but did not chase and kill him, but continued to walk towards the lower floor of the temple. He was not a modern person, but as King Zhao and as a supreme master, he was qualified to know many secrets.

After inheriting the throne, King Zhao realized that the world was not like this, but declined to this point after a catastrophe.

All of those civilizations, those technologies, and those entertainment are gone.

The father was an outstanding scientist, and his identity as the king gave him countless money and manpower. He had excavated many relics and found a lot of lost knowledge.

The Fat House Happy Water is an invention of the father. I drank it several times when I was young, and I still remember it endlessly until now.

In the eyes of King Zhao, it was a drink that was enough to become a treasure for the country. However, with the death of his father, he not only destroyed the Coke production drawings and factories, but also burned all his inventions.

That moment was the darkest day of King Zhao's life.

If you don’t know, it’s fine, but King Zhao knew the history before the catastrophe and the glorious era.

"I, the king, are not as good as a fat man who stays at home every day!"

King Zhao laughed at himself, knowing that those things cannot be left behind, because the father and the great prophet said that the further the steps of civilization go, the closer they are to destruction.

And the wild beast is the evil beast that tear the civilization apart.

"But that's all I care about? I've lived enough of this life."

As King Zhao walked, his thoughts returned to the past. The coke that had been frozen with ice was so delicious and refreshing. Taking a sip on the hot summer day, the heat all over his body was removed.

It’s all a joy to sit in front of the computer, play a car race, play a gun battle, or even a simple duck-fighting game. If you can eat another handful of potato chips, the days will be even better.

A cup of Coke appeared in my hand at some point, and the cold and transparent glass was covered with water droplets.

King Zhao did not hesitate at all and picked it up and drank it.

Gudu! Gudu!

The coke was spilled out, soaking her chest, but how could this color be so bloody? And a strong smell of blood began to float around the nose.

"Blood?"

King Zhao was in a daze in his spirit. When he came to his senses, he found that he was still standing in the hall, and the boy with a blue halo in his left eye stood in front of him.

In his hand, he held a long sword and pierced his heart.

"It hurts so much!"

King Zhao noticed the severe pain, but his lips moved, and he asked: "All those illusions are real?"

Xia Ye hesitated for a moment, thinking that a dying person would not leak the secret, so he nodded.

"You came from before the catastrophe?"

Even death did not change the color of King Zhao. At this moment, he showed a shocked expression, and then became unwilling to give up, and roared in pain: "Why am I born in this era!"

Xia Ye did not answer or draw his sword. He just lowered his head and didn't know what to say. He also recalled the days before. To be honest, if he hadn't wanted to repay Xia Lingyue's kindness, he might have chosen to commit suicide, right? After all, it was too difficult to live in this era.

"Owner!"

"Nakoye!"

"Great Chief!"

Jiaduo and his party surrounded him. Even though King Zhao looked dead, they were still facing a great enemy.

Songguo reached out and tried on King Zhao's nose: "I'm sure, I didn't breathe!"

call!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even the female warrior of Eternal Island, who had a tough will, collapsed on the ground at this time.

"How did he die?"

The ghost frowned.

"Illusion?"

Lu Lingxi looked at Xia Ye in confusion. The situation was not good at first, but after Xia Ye's left eye burst out with a golden light, King Zhao was as if he had been used to impose a fixed technique and remained motionless.

"It is the seventh ability of the Eye of the Lord, called the Soul Illusion!"

Natsuno did not hide it.

At this moment, his heart was filled with gratitude. This ability was so appropriate.

The so-called soul illusion, as the name suggests, is the illusion that points directly to the original heart, the kind of illusion that is engraved deep in the heart and cannot be forgotten.

When this illusion is activated, almost no one can tell whether it is reality or illusion, but quickly immerse himself in it.

No one's life is perfect, and soul illusions are placebos, the desire that the person who is subjected is most lacking.

"As long as people live, they will have regrets!"

Natsuno was filled with emotion.

King Zhao was powerful and had seen many beauties. It can be said that power, wealth, and sex were not attractive to him. He himself was also powerful and a rare genius. Otherwise, he would not stand out and was elected as the crown prince. Therefore, it was impossible to kill him forcibly, but he also had regrets and things he wanted but could not get.

King Zhao's state of mind was his only shortcoming, otherwise he would not have been so tired of the world and wanted to commit suicide.

The soul illusion aimed at this loophole and gave a fatal blow.

"Winning luck!"

Xia Ye was shocked. He didn't want to experience this kind of battle again: "Jia Duo, arrange someone to find Zhao Lianyu and let her control the situation in the palace as soon as possible."

Although the development of the situation is slightly different from the plan, it has not deviated from the trajectory overall, so what you need to be careful about now is not to let others pick peaches.

You know, King Zhao has several sons.

"Here!"

Jiaduo was worried, so he ordered a few people and prepared to do it himself, but not long after leaving the hall, he retreated, and there were deafening shouts of killing sounds.

"Kill the rebels and save the king!"

"Kill the thief and reward ten thousand golds!"

"Enclose this place and don't let go of any one!"

Chasing Jia Duo and his team into the hall were teams of elite soldiers with helmets and armor. They had excellent weapons in their hands and serious expressions on their faces. Even if they saw the temple that had almost turned into ruins, they were not moved.

These people are all dead soldiers!

"I'm really afraid of anything I'll come!"

Xia Ye was speechless and pinched his eyebrows, feeling a headache. With his current combat power, he could no longer withstand such a battle.
Chapter completed!