I live in a desert island property - Chapter 544

c525 Who destroyed the burial world

Zhang Ming suddenly came back to his senses, and the sun shone on his face, awakening his confused soul.

He was surprised and even pleasantly surprised to find that time had returned to today’s morning, that is, the few minutes he had just met with Shimama, the ghost crow, and the goat-headed monster, where he was talking about how to kneel down and lick the devil.

“Another precognitive dream? The Burial World has not been destroyed yet?!”

Is this what the hell it feels like to take regret medicine?

Ecstasy, shock and excitement were mixed together, and a feeling of happiness as smooth and rich as milk chocolate surged into his heart, making him almost shed bitter tears.

His heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Zhang Ming subconsciously took a deep breath of air to calm down the fear and joy in his heart and prevent his performance from being too abnormal.

The sun is in the sky, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, the temperature is about 20 degrees Celsius, the breeze is blowing, and the sun is shining on my face, making it warm.

The road under your feet is a hard slag road, as hard as an asphalt road, exuding a faint smell of sulfur.

No one thought that in a few hours, blood would rain from the sky and the Burial World would be completely destroyed!

“What’s wrong with you? You were so surprised.” Shimama rolled onto Zhang Ming’s butt and started to vibrate. “Are you the only one who can lick it, and the old brothers can’t lick it?”

Zhang Ming was really happy to the extreme. Everything that just happened was really just a precognitive dream!

He grinned and said, “To be honest, you are not determined enough to lick.”

“If the devil is a lovely girl and is willing to lick me, I hope I can lick it for 25 hours a day without stopping for a second.”

Zhang Ming said solemnly to these cheap slaves: “If there is a licking time limit, I hope it will be forever, forever!!”

[Hope] The lady saved his life again, can Zhang Ming not lick it?

Seeing his messed up appearance, the ghost crow and the sheep-headed monster both felt chills in their hearts.

Even Shimama is extremely averse to the cold.

It’s okay for you to say perverted things. I, Shimama, don’t know about it either.

The most important thing is that you can actually make such a serious expression and say this sentence sincerely!

“Are you still a fucking strong man? You really cultivated yourself, didn’t you get it by kneeling down and licking it?” The grumpy sheep-headed monster couldn’t help but cursed.

A pair of sheep’s hooves almost hit Zhang Ming’s face!

Zhang Ming said very humbly: “How can I compare to you immortals with great supernatural powers? Compared to you, I am just a caterpillar…”

He was really quite humble. When the Demonic Disaster broke out, these guys were all tough guys, and they all rushed forward to fight for their lives.

The sheep-headed monster’s body is a unicorn, and the ghost crow is actually a roc!

All of them have great backgrounds.

And I, Zhang Ming, can only escape. Isn’t this just a worm?

On the other hand, he is really just a “worm of time and space”!

The goat-headed monster felt like he had punched the soft cotton with his fist. He snorted twice and didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly the conversation changed, and a weird smile appeared on that sheep face: “You boy, you are thick-skinned, flexible and flexible, I am very optimistic about you. It is actually difficult for people who act bad to be deceived by the devil, and those who are deceived are often those who are pretentious. careerist.”

“According to this theory, the wise devil might actually be licked by you.”

Zhang Ming twisted his body like a worm: “Actually, I’ve licked it a long time ago. [Hope] that the devil is really my wife. Do you want to see me perform my licking skills?”

“Want to see!”

“don’t want!”

Shimama and the two old monsters have completely different opinions.

“Then I’m performing.” Zhang Ming began to spit out his tongue.

Secretly, Lao Zhang was not as mentally ill as he appeared. He racked his brains and thought hard: “There are still a few hours before the Blood Rain Demon God appears. Can I do anything?”

“If we don’t figure out the cause of that bloody rain, we will have to make the same mistakes again…”

“If we follow the established route, the Burial Realm will be destroyed after the Ten Thousand Races Conference!”

What should I do now?

Go catch Xiaobai and run away together?

“Xiao Bai was drenched to death by the rain in the precognitive dream just now…”

But if you just save a novice, the Burial World will still be destroyed.

Zhang Ming was a little unwilling to accept that such a good situation was suddenly overturned.

“Or, inform all the strong men that the demon who rains blood is about to attack? Will they believe me?”

“Let Old Qilin use the duel rules of the Demon God [Kill] to resist the Blood Rain Demon God?”

Or some other way…

He thought hard about every detail.

On a sunny day here, Shimama was still chatting and laughing with two old comrades, while Zhang Ming on the side seemed to have fallen into Pluto in a distant place.

An icy cold silence enveloped his whole body.

He thought about the situation as best he could.

“The current burial world, without the strong support of the Demon God Sea, cannot withstand this Demon God attack.”

“Those remains of the Eternals are extremely powerful, but they still cannot withstand the counterattack of a large number of demon gods.”

“So, it’s best to suppress the Blood Rain Demon God who is causing trouble… As long as the Blood Rain Demon God is dealt with the moment he appears, the Burial World can still hold on for a few more years.”

Zhang Ming used his soul clone to glance at the numbers in the piggy bank.

Still “4”.

“The number is also 4. It was indeed Calabash Girl who gave me this precognitive dream. I don’t know how much she spent, ugh.”

“In the precognitive dream, the entire Burial Realm was destroyed by the Demon God War. Although I did not die, the loss was too heavy. I can’t imagine what will happen next in the Demon God Sea.”

“Even if I can survive, I will still be living a homeless life, and it will get worse day by day…”

Zhang Ming blinked and found that the energy in the source of the world had increased to 250.

Monk Zhang Mingzhang is confused, why are you scolding me again? I’m already in a hurry!

The world is about to collapse!

He couldn’t help but look at the goat-headed monster and hesitated to speak.

In the precognitive dream, this old Qilin was indeed the strongest man in the burial world, and he used his own life to hold back the Blood Rain Demon God.

“The only way is to ask Old Qilin to prepare a few hours in advance, and then bring those eternal-level bones from the Burial Sect. Maybe he really has the strength to fight!”

But how do you talk about persuading others to risk their lives…

Zhang Ming hesitated.

“Why are you staring at me? You don’t want to lick me! Get away as far as you want!” The sheep-headed monster stared at him with its black eyes and said sarcastically, “You have to lick Miss Demon God 25 hours a day. Already committed to licking forever, unless you grow a second tongue.”

Zhang Ming licked his dry lips and asked, “Master Yang, who is that demon god you suppressed? I’m just curious, how do you get along with the demon god?”

Damn it, this guy actually wants to share his experience as a dog licker!

The goat-headed monster glanced at him and said meaningfully: “The guy I suppressed is called Demon God [Kill], a very weird Demon God. It will give you rules, urge you to grow, and urge you to challenge the strong. This The challenger must be much stronger than yourself…”

“After launching a duel, only one of them can survive.”

This Demon God [Kill] is really unique and specializes in training people to engage in duels.

The sheep-headed monster added: “If you really want to lick [Kill], you can, I will take you there. Your qualifications are quite qualified, and it will definitely take a fancy to you.”

“However, [Kill] is a demon full of murderous intent. He is not as easy to talk to as the demon lady you licked.”

Zhang Ming hesitated to speak. Just when he was about to tell the truth about the “Blood Rain Demon God”, the next moment, he broke into a cold sweat.

no! ! !

Absolutely…absolutely not to tell the truth! You can’t even look for the sheep-headed monster! !

Once he tells the truth about the prophetic dream, what will the fake gourd who is following him think?

Fake gourds will definitely make you suspicious!

Why do you, Zhang Ming, know what will happen in the future?

Don’t think that [Long-cherished Wish] is a big fool. It will calculate the result of “it has been exposed” based on the known facts in a short moment, and then kill Zhang Ming.

When the time comes, what he needs to face is not the Blood Rain Demon God in a few hours, but the [Long-cherished Wish] Demon God who appears immediately! !

This goat-headed monster is not its true body and has little combat power. [Long-cherished Wish] can easily kill everyone on the scene instantly.

“Master Yang, do you know that a demon can control blood? It can cause severe distortions in people.” Zhang Ming was sweating profusely and changed the subject.

He asked in an insinuating way, hoping to attract the other party’s attention: “When will the Burial Realm explode? Do you have an idea?”

The goat-headed monster said: “There are too many demon gods anchored in the Burial Realm now. I really can’t figure out who is doing what trick… In fact, many demon gods can control blood… If a piece of shit appears on the ground, can you Can you tell who pulled it?”

Zhang Ming could only shake his head.

The goat-headed monster added: “But the good thing is that the demon is not willing to destroy the Burial Realm easily unless it is absolutely necessary, so everything will be fine in the short term.”

“At the current rate, we predict that in as little as five or eight years, as long as one or twenty years, the burial world will be completely out of control and all living beings will be extinct.”

“When the time comes… we will take the initiative to destroy the Burial Realm.”

“Why?” Zhang Ming was shocked.

The goat-headed monster explained: “The war between demon gods will not take the initiative to destroy the burial world.”

“Although the devil has no wisdom, he is proficient in calculation and can know what will be beneficial to him in the future and what will be detrimental to him.”

The Burial Realm is the springboard to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods.

From the distant old mythological era, the Demon God first anchored the Burial World, and then extended its power to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods. It was equivalent to having an extra rest stop in the middle, which would save more effort.

If the Burial Realm disappears and the Demon God directly extends his power there, the distance will be long and the power consumed will undoubtedly be greater.

“So, for the Demon God, it is a good thing to fully occupy the Burial World.”

“But for us, once the Burial Realm is completely occupied and cannot be taken back, it is better to blow it up directly… As for the next Sea of ​​Demon Gods, let each one rely on his own ability. We can’t control too much.”

The goat-headed monster sighed lowly.

It can be seen that although this guy is not too serious, he cares about the world.

It is not impossible for him to sacrifice himself and stop the Blood Rain Demon God…

However, Zhang Ming had more confusion.

He thought to himself: “In other words, destroying the Burial World is a program set by the Burial Sect. Once they think that the Burial World has become the territory of the devil, those skeletons will directly destroy the planet.”

“Damn it, the culprit is still the Blood Rain Demon God!”

“In a few hours, the Blood Rain Demon God will come out… Then why does the Mad Dog Demon God suddenly jump out? It will also lose profits!”

As he was talking, the rotunda arrived, the electric door opened automatically, and the sheep-headed monster and the ghost crow followed in sneakily.

They were slightly curious about the technological products here and took a few glances at them.

Then, the two guys said the same words as in the precognitive dream: “Seeing is better than hearing. Some methods that can only be used by immortals can be used by ordinary people through technological means.”

Zhang Ming felt chilled in his heart. Miss Calabash’s ability to foresee was indeed powerful, and it was no different from reality.

But precognition does not mean turning back time.

It means that once he makes a wrong choice, his life will really be lost and everyone will die!

He couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of wool.

Mr. Sheep, save me!

“Oh, what’s the matter with you, you keep touching me?!” The sheep-headed monster was stunned by Lao Zhang’s strange behavior.

“This boy named Zhang has keen intuition and greedy temperament. He may know that Brother Sheep has a noble status and is collecting trophies so that he can brag to his companions when he returns.” Shimama was talking nonsense next to him, while secretly plucking the wool.

Zhang Ming felt like his whole body was swelling like a balloon, and he was about to explode!

But there was a [Long-cherished Wish] that was eyeing him, so how could he dare to predict the information in the dream?

But if he didn’t say it, the Blood Rain Demon God was about to attack again!

He was like a fat pig lying on the railroad tracks. On the left was a train approaching at high speed, and on the right was a large dump truck ready to start at any time. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not avoid the fate of being crushed into mincemeat. There was only a plump pig tail raised high, which meant that he had once resisted this damn fate.

The sheep-headed monster didn’t bother to investigate their wool-gathering behavior, and said exactly the same thing as in the prediction: “But, you want to hunt the devil with these things? It’s really fantastic!”

Zhang Ming was as anxious as a crab in a hot pot, and he hinted wildly: “Then let them dispatch the planetary fortress. The Burial World is useless. Those back-up men in the Burial World are from ten thousand years ago.”

“A real war requires a world-class war fortress. Don’t believe it.” The sheep-headed monster said, “A real demon war can easily destroy a few planets.”

“Some civilizations still don’t believe it. They have never seen a living demon.”

Ghost Crow took over the conversation and said helplessly: “But it’s a long way, and the world-class fortress can’t transport it!”