In the battlefield, Wang Zhen stopped his search for treasures. He looked at the core of the battlefield, and his mind replayed the repeated self-destructions. Seeing him fight to the death time and time again without retreating, he felt that his heart was moved.
He had been in the Wilderness for a long time and had encountered many things. He had also done many things. In the end, it seemed that everything was going well. Under his hard work, everything was moving in the direction he wanted.
However, if one did not have foresight, there would be immediate worries. As things like memories changed more and more, they would deviate from the predetermined track and walk down an unfamiliar path. At that time, would these foresight be useful?
Wang Zhen did not dare to guarantee or imagine that when his memories were no longer useful, without the Prophet, could he still be like a fish in water in the Wilderness? Could he still be one step ahead of them?
Thinking of this, Wang Zhen couldn't help but shudder. This guess made him shudder.
Standing in the middle of the battlefield, Wang Zhen looked at the tragic battlefield. He had an inexplicable feeling that the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes might be his future home. One day, he would also follow the path of the two tribes.
"Saint! Become a Saint!" Suddenly, two words appeared in Wang Zhen's mind. For the first time, Wang Zhen had such a deep obsession with becoming a Saint. If he didn't become a saint, he would become an ant. He didn't want to become a chess piece under a saint. He didn't want his fate to be controlled by outsiders. If he wanted to control his own fate, the only way out was to become a saint.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhen's eyes lit up! Wasn't it just face? Compared to becoming a Saint, what was the use of his face? After making up his mind, Wang Zhen didn't stay any longer. He immediately crouched down and used a roundabout strategy to walk toward the core of the battlefield. There were rich treasures there, and there were things he needed on his path to becoming a Saint.
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No one knew what Wang Zhen was thinking, and no one knew what kind of monstrous existence a thick-skinned person would become when he was completely shameless.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the core of the battlefield. There stood the Grand Wizard Gonggong, Grand Wizard Wu Thirteen, Demon Saint Bai Ze, and Demon Master Kun Peng.
The Sorcerer and Demon Tribes were not completely wiped out. The war was not over. Everything was still going on.
Just as everyone saw that the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes did not retreat and were all killed in the end, the heavily injured Kun Peng moved, but it moved in the opposite direction.
The Kun Peng revealed its true form as it flapped its wings and soared into the sky, slipping back to its nest. When he left, he wanted to take away the ownerless He Tu and Luo Shu. As for the Bell of Chaos, he knew that the Sage did not allow him to touch it. The He Tu and Luo Shu were his choices.
However, Kun Peng's plan was very good. He did not expect that Wang Zhen, who had sworn to be shameless, would also quietly come over without knowing that he had his eyes on He Tu and Luo Shu. When Kun Peng was about to pick up He Tu and Luo Shu and run away, Wang Zhen directly charged out.
"Big brother, help!"
This guy even shamelessly asked for help from Bai Ze, who was not injured. The two of them joined forces to interrupt Kun Peng's stealing. As Kun Peng spat out blood, Wang Zhen slowly put away the He Tu and Luo Shu.
"You're very good!" The Kun Peng looked at Wang Zhen fiercely and then glanced at Bai Ze. It did not stay any longer and flapped its wings to leave.
"You must be joking!" Wang Zhen didn't take Kun Peng's threat to heart. He had been eyeing the He Tu and Luo Shu since the second great war between the Sorcerer and Demon. If he really let Kun Peng take them away, wouldn't he be throwing away his face for nothing?
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Second brother, why do you think this is?”Bai Ze was a little confused. The great battle had caused the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes to suffer great losses, and in the end, neither of them had won.
"Big brother! "Disperse. You should also take your subordinates and retreat. This war has also ended. If this continues, both clans will be destroyed. Leave a trace of bloodline for both clans!”Wang Zhen didn't know how to comfort Bai Ze, so he could only say something that was slightly wrong.
"Hey!" Bai Ze let out a long sigh and waved his hand at Wang Zhen.""Second brother, big brother is waiting for you to drink together!”After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave with the remaining demons.
"Big brother! Heavenly Court's things cannot be taken advantage of by others, remember, you deserve this!”Just as Bai Ze turned around, Wang Zhen's voice transmission rang in his ears. Wang Zhen's words made him pause in his steps. Then, he nodded silently and left with his trusted aides, leaving this sad place.
After watching Bai Ze leave, Wang Zhen also walked to Wu Thirteen's side.
"Fellow Daoist, leave! The war was over. Leave a trace of bloodline to the Sorcerer Tribe!”
"Ah!" Hearing that, Wu Thirteen looked at Wang Zhen blankly, but he quickly regained his senses and turned his gaze to Gonggong who was standing beside Mount Buzhou.
Seeing Wu Thirteen's actions, Wang Zhen followed his gaze and looked at the dazed Grand Wizard Gong Gong, then shook his head in pity and said,""Go back! Grand Wizard Gonggong was determined to die. Perhaps dying like this was the best way for the Sorcerer Tribe to belong.”After saying that, Wang Zhen shook his head and ignored him. He turned around and left this troublesome place.
Wu Thirteen stood rooted to the spot, and suddenly, he recalled that after he had become an Ancestral Sorcerer, he had gone to the Six Paths of Reincarnation to meet Lady Pingxin. He thought about what Lady Pingxin had instructed him to do in the Palace of Pingxin: "Remember, Wang Zhen is a magical person. You must be on good terms with him and never become his enemy.”
At the thought of this, Wu Thirteen looked at Wang Zhen, who was leaving quickly, then at the Grand Wizard Gonggong. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and led the remaining Shamans away from the battlefield. In the end, he chose to believe in Lady Pingxin because he did not believe that Lady Pingxin would harm the Sorcerer Tribe!
The first battle was a world-shaking battle, and the second was a battle about the overlord of the Primordial World. It ended like a tiger's head and ended like a snake's tail. The battle started with a bang, and the battle situation was also extremely intense. There was even a plot like the self-destruction of a Sage-to-be, but the ending was a chicken feather.
On the battlefield, the Sages no longer cared about the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes. They turned their attention to the Bell of Chaos. As one of the few Primordial Supreme Treasures in the Untainted Land, the Sages naturally wanted it and no one wanted to give it up.
Last time, the Primordial Purple Qi had Wang Zhen, the troublemaker. This time, they did not want an accident to happen again.
"Hahahahaha!"
Just as the Saints were secretly competing, a burst of crazy laughter rang out in the lonely battlefield, attracting everyone's attention.
"Dead, they're all dead!" The Grand Wizard Gonggong stared at the battlefield with a dazed look, muttering,""Since they are all dead, there is no need for this world to exist.”
While the saints were confused, Gong Gong suddenly murmured something. The message was so powerful that it made their faces change. They couldn't stop it in time, so they could only watch Gong Gong crash into Buzhou Mountain.
"Kacha ~!"
Under the horrified looks of all the Saints, Buzhou Mountain broke into two after a series of cracking sounds. Gonggong's head cracked because he bumped into Buzhou Mountain. He followed Emperor Jiang and the others and returned to the Chaos.
The saints didn't want to care about Gong Gong's death, but what made them helpless was that once Buzhou Mountain collapsed, the Primordial Heaven collapsed!
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