The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 388 Died of Talking Too Much
In the palace, Jiang Yuyan was about to inquire about some matters of the inner court, but she didn't want a burst of thunder to enter the hall.

Then Emperor Yan frowned slightly, and fell into his arms behind him.

Chuan Guo Yuxi exudes a faint heat, as if a breath is peeling off.

……

But when Zhao Yu and Erha walked halfway up the mountain, they saw that the face of the clear sky suddenly changed, and they were shocked.

Zhao Yu didn't know what to do, and turned to look at the imperial city not far away.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a ray of fresh air, broke free from the shackles of the imperial city, and went straight to the top of Jingshan Mountain.

But at this moment, on the top of Jingshan Mountain, the man who claimed to be a god opened his arms and sucked in a sharp breath.

The following monk lowered his eyebrows, and a look of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

King Xin felt light all over, as if something heavy had been lifted off his shoulders.

"God slave..."

The man with his arms back called softly.

Before King Xin and Eunuch Wang frowned, four hardcover men in brocade robes suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Take these two back to the shrine first!"

The man glanced at Xin Wang and Wang Eunuch, and said lightly.

"..."

The four people called God slaves did not answer, but turned around and came to the front of King Xin and the eunuch Wang.

Two of them set up Eunuch Wang and King Xin.

Just as Xin Wang was about to open his mouth to ask, he suddenly gushed in a mouthful of cold wind, and a sense of suffocation hit his face.

Looking at it with a fixed eye, the feet are hanging in the air, and the mountains and rivers are turning like a tide, but in the blink of an eye, the outline of the imperial city can no longer be seen clearly.

Xin Wang, who was shocked at first, was overjoyed at this moment.

Hearing the man's call, these people with high martial arts cultivation bases are nothing but slaves to be driven by others.

There are such means of enslavement, so this shrine is really no small matter.

It is not impossible to accumulate some capital in the future and go to Fengtian Temple again.

Thinking about it, King Xin couldn't help laughing to himself.

But with this grin, the cold wind poured into his mouth again, almost suffocating him to death...

……

Zhao Yu and Erha rushed to Meishan, but when they saw the two standing in front of them, they frowned.

"It's him?"

Erha turned his head and looked at Zhao Yu, his eyes were full of inquiries.

And Zhao Yu stared at the man in the lead and shook his head slightly.

Although this person is exactly the same as Bu Jingyun, Zhao Yu feels that there are two people.

Bu Jingyun claims not to cry death, his face is cold but his heart may not be completely cold.

As for the person in front of him, although he had a faint smile on his face, there seemed to be a dead air in his eyes that Zhao Yu could not restrain.

"Zhao Yu?"

The man looked at Zhao Yu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Bu Jingyun..."

Zhao Yu stared at this person and said word by word.

The man sneered, then shook his head slightly, as if he was very disappointed with Zhao Yu in front of him.

"I'm not the god of death who doesn't cry..."

That person thought that Zhao Yu called him Xiongba's apprentice, then shook his head and explained.

But Zhao Yu also sneered when he heard the words, and said: "I know you are not a god of death who does not cry, but you are undoubtedly Bu Jingyun!"

Erha was at a loss, what Zhao Yu said made him a little confused.

It's just Erhamun, but the face of the man opposite changed suddenly.

Looking at Zhao Yu's expression, it is obvious that he knows some clues.

Can……

How can this be? !
In the world, apart from that woman, who else knows his origin?

"interesting……"

'Bu Jingyun' looked at Zhao Yu, and the contempt in his expression gradually dissipated.

"What else do you know?"

The man stared at Zhao Yu and seemed to be smiling lightly, but in fact he had murderous intentions.

Erha on the side naturally sensed the Tao, and his whole body was ready to go.

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to stop Erha, and then said to the man: "Bu's Protoss, every hundred years there will be a unique genius, and everyone's appearance is almost exactly the same, even the name will not have the slightest deviation."

"You are Bu Jingyun from 200 years ago!!"

"Hahaha……"

'Bu Jingyun' laughed loudly when he heard the words, and looked into Zhao Yu's eyes, as if looking at a dead body.

But the great monk beside him took a step forward at this moment, looking at Zhao Yu with murderous eyes.

Facing the smiling 'Bu Jingyun', Erha put on a posture of risking his life at any time.

But facing this monk with murderous intent on his face, Erha turned a blind eye.

"Back off, you can't save this person!"

Seeing the monk rushing out, "Bu Jingyun" said calmly behind him.

The big monk with a fierce face frowned slightly when he heard this.

He stood up because he wanted to force Zhao Yu and Erha back, lest they die in vain in this wilderness.

But his thoughts were clearly seen by the people behind him.

The great monk sighed and retreated.

"If you hadn't lost the power of two successes first, this deity would have nothing to do with you. It's a pity..."

'Bu Jingyun' walked towards Zhao Yu and the others unhurriedly, his voice was not loud, but it surprised the great monk behind him.

How powerful this master is, he also has a contest in his heart.

In the whole world, there are people who can beat him, the great monk understands that no one can beat him except for the dead woman.

But right now, he himself admits that if the young man does not lose his two successes, even he would not dare to take advantage of him easily.

Zhao Yu also understood in his heart that what this person was talking about was Mo Ke Wuliang.

At the beginning, he chased and killed Zhu Wushi in the palace, and in the end Zhu Wushi accidentally swallowed Yao Taisui's hundreds of years of luck, and then absorbed [-]% of his Yuanji Moke Wuliang (correction).

Originally, Zhao Yu was also able to make up for Zhu Wushou when he lost his soul.

It's just that in order to support Jiang Yuyan, he had to hand over the killing of Zhu Wushi to Jiang Yuyan.

Those two successful powers also entered Jiang Yuyan's internal organs.

Although the fat and water did not flow out after all, Zhao Yu's cultivation at the peak was somewhat discounted.

'Bu Jingyun' walked towards Zhao Yu step by step.

Strong winds blew up all around, Erha flew upside down before he even had time to react.

Zhao Yu's expression was normal, but he just stood there, unable to move.

If the internal strength is in the same realm, the [-]% difference is actually not difficult to make up.

It's just that this is the general realm of cultivation.

Such a magical power as Mo Ke Wuliang, even if it is a little bit, the gap is as insurmountable as a natural moat.

Therefore, Zhao Yu, who stood still, seemed to be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of others.

And Erha, who was the helper, was suppressed by the man's terrifying aura, and couldn't even stand up.

"Your aptitude is mediocre, but you can also be like this deity. You have realized the supernatural powers of the sages, but you have a lot of blessings by your side. It's a pity..."

'Bu Jingyun' had the chance to win, he came to Zhao Yu leisurely, not in a hurry to kill Zhao Yu, but shook his head and began to comment.

There is a saying that people who get carried away with themselves die from talking too much, and this is not true at all.

"It's a pity your uncle!!"

Looking at 'Bu Jingyun' who was within three steps, Zhao Yu suddenly jumped up and went straight to the next three roads!

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