Chapter 263 Resurrection? !
"Why? Because only if you die can I get more rights and power. I want your rights, your status, and your women. As long as you are alive, I will never be able to surpass you, so you Must die!”
"Is this the reason why you colluded with outsiders to betray me? There are three thousand dead souls in the Temple of Death. Today I want you to pay with your blood!" Zhi Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, exuding a surge of anger, and the momentum in his body was also rising.
Back then, Dong Chen was living in a foreign land with no money. If he hadn't been rescued by himself, he would have died long ago. Unexpectedly, he ignored his brotherly love and repaid kindness with revenge, causing the tragic death of three thousand souls in the Temple of Death.
However, even though the Holy Master knew that Zhi Xuan was terrifying, he was not worried at this time.
Facing Zhi Xuan who was getting closer, a sneer flashed across his face, "I forgot to tell you that Fang Lei's knife just now was stained with poison. As long as you use your skills, the poison will spread. I don't need to touch you then." I can’t survive either!”
"Really?! Have you forgotten that in addition to being the God of Death, I am also a miracle doctor? What threat do you think this poison can pose to me?!"
As he spoke, Zhi Xuan suddenly shot out, his figure turned into an afterimage, his toes tapped lightly on the ground, his speed surged again, and he disappeared instantly.
The entire hall suddenly became quiet, and the panic on the Holy Master's face flashed away. He clenched his fists and kept his whole body alert. Although she could not see Zhi Xuan's figure, she could feel his presence.
That familiar yet unfamiliar aura filled the entire hall, seeming to swallow him up at any moment.
At that moment, there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.
He originally thought that after these two years of hard work, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds and he could compete with the God of Death, but now he knows how strong the God of Death really is.
Death will always be an insurmountable gap in his heart.
But even so, he was not reconciled!
Suddenly, the Holy Lord closed his eyes, feeling Zhi Xuan's breath.
The next moment, he raised his eyebrows and attacked in the right direction, and the two of them fought instantly.
The more Zixuan fought, the more surprised he became. Two years ago, the strength of the Holy Lord was not that strong at all. Without help, he would not have progressed so fast.
There is also the group of people who attacked the Death Temple two years ago. With the Holy Lord's ability, it is absolutely impossible to find so many people to attack the Death Temple at the same time. Maybe there is a mastermind behind him!
At this moment, the Holy Master was also shocked. He had known Zhi Xuan for so many years, but he never knew how strong the other party was. Every time his strength improved, he found that Zhi Xuan's strength was also improving. The other party seemed to be a There was no limit like a bottomless pit, which gave him a deep sense of frustration.
The two fought like this for dozens of moves. Although Zhi Xuan suffered a lot of injuries, the Holy Master's injuries were even more serious.
With another punch, the Holy Master spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his entire arm instantly became numb. He forcibly suppressed the overwhelming aura in his body, and the thick power surged in his arm, colliding again.
"boom!"
The two of them were separated at the first touch. Suddenly, Zhi Xuan's figure suddenly accelerated and turned into a blurry shadow. He roared and a bright light appeared in his hand.
"call out!"
The dagger made a strange arc and cut into the Holy Lord's right arm like lightning. Blood spilled and a severed arm flew out instantly.
"This knife is for you!"
Before the Holy Master could scream, Zhi Xuan kicked him out again, the ground cracked, the Holy Master's entire chest sank, and blood kept pouring out.
This blow directly shattered all his confidence. Just when Zhi Xuan was about to end his life, the Holy Master suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing?!" Zhi Xuan's eyes exuded an icy chill.
"I'm laughing at you for not even recognizing the person you love in front of me!" The Holy Lord smiled coldly, as if he was not afraid of his deadly attack.
Zhi Xuan's heart trembled fiercely, and he subconsciously glanced at the figure in the crystal coffin, and the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"Impossible, I personally buried Yurou two years ago!"
"Can't I dig her up again after you bury her?!"
Although the severe pain in his body was unbearable for the Holy Master, he felt particularly relieved when he thought of Ye Zixuan's aggrieved look, "If you kill me, you will never be able to revive her!"
"resurrection?!"
When he heard these two words, Zizixuan was shocked. He had never heard that a person who had been dead for two years could be resurrected.
Even with his superb medical skills, he couldn't do such a fantasy.
"To tell you the truth, on the day you buried her two years ago, I dug her up and put her in a crystal coffin. The crystal coffin can preserve the body from decay. As long as you let me go, I will tell you to resurrect her. way!"
A bright light flashed in the Holy Master's eyes. Although Zhi Xuan was very strong and he couldn't defeat him, the opponent had a fatal weakness, and that was women!
When he learned that Zhi Xuan had escaped two years ago, he prepared a way out for himself. In his opinion, as long as he kept his mouth shut, Zhi Xuan would definitely not kill him.
But he was wrong about one thing. The God of Death is never threatened by anyone!
"Tell me, what is the method?!" The voice was cold and bone-chilling. For Zhi Xuan, no matter whether the other party's words were credible or not, he would not give up any opportunity.
The Holy Master had a sinister smile on his face and raised his head stubbornly, "Do you think I'm stupid? As long as I tell you, you will kill me immediately! If I don't tell, I might live longer!"
"You're going to tell me or not!"
A simple sentence, but it revealed endless murderous intent.
However, the Holy Master still gritted his teeth and refused to reveal even half a word, especially with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"If you don't want to talk, then stop talking forever!"
Zhi Xuan's eyes turned cold, his murderous intention exploded instantly, and he exerted force on his right foot.
"boom!"
The Holy Lord's entire body was instantly trampled to a bloody pulp, and he suddenly lost his breath, but there was still an expression of disbelief on his face.
At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. They were steady and powerful, making the ground tremble. It seemed that many people were coming.
Zhi Xuan looked up and saw a group of dark figures jumping in like lightning. They exuded a powerful aura, as if they were awakening beasts.
At the front of the group of people was a man wearing white clothes, with a pair of red eyes filled with ecstasy.
"Boss!"
(Thank you, Charlemagne, for the reward from the cold-eyed man, it’s Chinese New Year, I wish you all a happy New Year, okay)