Infinite World Projection

"Anyway, you are already dead"

In front of the altar, Zhao Zheng slowly turned around, revealing his face.

The faint gleam was shining, and under the brilliance, his appearance looked very delicate, with a unique soft beauty, but at the moment it was a little gloomy, which was very different from the lively and cheerfulness of the past.

In him, a mighty, formidable aura continued to rise, faintly stirring up turmoil in all directions.

"It's my fault"

Looking at the incomparably stalwart ahead, Shang Zhong sighed deeply when he glanced at the infinitely majestic Zhao Zheng on the Internet. At this time, only regret remained in his heart.

"I was smart and used my life to open the formation. I wanted to suppress and weaken the life of the black dragon on you, but I didn't expect it to be used by you and ran out early."

"You were awake from the beginning"

His voice was low, and it sounded very weak at this moment, like a dying person.

In fact, it is true.

Chapter 189 The Black Emperor Revives

Before the mighty altar, Zhao Zheng stood alone on the altar, with a deep and terrifying aura, so calm, looking down at the head of Shang.

"Old man, you should die too"

Standing on the altar, looking at the end of the business, he smiled and said so.

"Cough cough cough"

At the beginning, looking at Zhao Zheng below, Shang finally tried to open his eyes wide, trying to say something, but found that he had no strength.

He coughed a few times, the corners of his mouth began to bleed, and the vitality of his body began to disappear, slowly returning to nothingness.

But even so, even though his life is gradually approaching the end, he still stares at Zhao Zheng ahead, with a full of unwillingness in his eyes.

He is indeed unwilling.

This time, he was still too careless.

Since the trajectory of fate has advanced, he thought that some established things could already be changed, so he was full of confidence and wanted to solve Zhao Zheng's problems.

Unexpectedly, his attempt this time led to the result he least wanted to see.

The order of the black dragon descended on Zhao Zheng's body. This was something that could be confirmed as early as when Zhao Zheng was born.

But according to the original fate trajectory, this black dragon's fate should only awaken in a few years.

At that time, the Black Emperor will recover from Zhao Zheng's body.

And his attempt this time not only failed to suppress the black dragon's life that was about to recover, but instead allowed all of this to proceed in advance.

The Black Emperor recovered from Zhao Zheng's body a few years in advance, and the Black Dragon's life was completely awakened.

This result is unacceptable to him.

Standing still, he struggled hard, staring at Zhao Zheng in front of him, as if he wanted to do something.

Unfortunately, this is just a dying struggle.

On the altar in front, Zhao Zheng's face was cold, and a cold breath emerged from his body, completely different from the past Zhao Zheng, as if two people.

Vaguely, a breath of majesty and emperor's aura appeared.

The person in front of him is like an invincible emperor, with the same majesty and mightyness, which makes people see at a glance, and they can't help but show a desire to surrender.

This kind of courage and aura, truly extraordinary people can have, makes people feel shocked at first glance.

Under normal circumstances, seeing such changes in Zhao Zheng would only feel joy in Shang Jun's heart, but at this moment it is extremely regretful.

Because the person in front of him is no longer the original Zhao Zheng, but the founder of the Black Dragon's Order, the ancient Black Emperor.

Through the connection of fate, he finally occupied Zhao Zheng's body, robbed Zhao Zheng, and returned.

This kind of result is something that Shang finally didn't want to see.

But now, what can he do?

Lying on the ground, Shang finally tried to struggle, but in the end he couldn't do anything.

In him, as time passed, his vitality slowly faded, and eventually he slowly returned to zero.

It didn't take long for his struggling movement to slowly disappear, and his whole body was lying quietly on the ground, already a cold corpse.

Standing on the altar, looking at the corpse of Shang Fu below, Zhao Zheng's expression slowly became a little complicated.

In him, an inexplicable struggle began to emerge, and there was a faint feeling of throbbing, which caused some changes in him.

Only the next moment, with the roar of the power of fate, Zhao Zheng's expression became cold again, that kind of awe-inspiring domineering.

"Does the body respond instinctively?"

Standing on the altar, feeling the feeling of just now, Zhao Zheng smiled, and slowly brushed the tears from the corner of his eyes.

His state at the moment is not stable.

Although he has successfully awakened, he has not succeeded in completely occupying this body at this moment.

The consciousness that belonged to Zhao Zheng still exists, and it will spontaneously rise from time to time.

However, Hei Di didn't mind this either.

Some insignificant struggles are nothing but no effect.

And as time passed, as his strength slowly recovered, the original consciousness of this body would slowly fall silent, and in the end there would be no way to affect him.

Step on

A faint footstep came from outside.

Under the faint dim light, the figure of a woman in white slowly appeared and walked slowly to the altar.

When Bai Ling walked all the way from the outside world, the first thing he saw was the body of Shang Zhong.

Under the altar, Shang Zhu's corpse was lying there alone, the vitality of his body has been exhausted, and the last vitality has disappeared.

On the altar, Hei Di had a playful expression, looking at the Bai Ling in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Another inheritor of Ghost Valley"