Return from the second dimension

After the monster turned into a corpse, it quickly decomposed into a pile of mud, exuding a foul smell.

It looks familiar, the green mud on the deck should be this kind of thing.

The monster turned into this mud can swallow the victim and make it a part of his body.

Although the monsters were resolved, these unlucky monks who had been swallowed had no chance of resurrection.

Tang Zhen could see that the lines of fate on these monks had all been cut off.

In this case, they don't even have the qualifications to play monsters, and they can't die anymore.

Over the monster's corpse, Tang Zhen moved on.

A locked iron door appeared in front of his eyes, and countless threads of fate floated out of it.

So even if it was extremely quiet, Tang Zhen was still sure that there was a group of monks hidden inside.

It's just that there is a lock hanging on their iron door, and there is no rust on the surface.

This is a new lock. Tang Zhen had seen it before. It was carried on his back by a begging boy.

Seeing this lock, Tang Zhen knew the cause and effect. Obviously, there was a group of stingy guys in the house.

It cannot be said that what they did is wrong, but the rules are the rules, and the price of violation is punishment.

When Tang Zhen appeared, there were several pairs of eyes immediately behind the iron gate, staring at his every move with great vigilance.

The monks were frightened too much, for fear that Tang Zhen who appeared in front of him would be a terrifying monster.

Observing silently and not touching each other may be the most correct choice.

Tang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to these guys who were dying, but were still suspicious, but instead focused on the lock.

Compared with the monks and monsters controlled by the thread of fate, this lock does have special features because it is not affected by any rules at all.

When you use violence to destroy it, you can't have any effect on it, and you can only open it with the key.

This shows one thing, if no one is willing to help, use the key to open the lock, these guys in the house will undoubtedly die.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhen raised his head again and looked at the iron gate, facing the pair of vigilant and cautious eyes.

He suspects that up to now, these self-righteous guys have not realized how dangerous their situation is.

Otherwise, what they have to do is to ask for help the first time they see Tang Zhen.

Unfortunately, if they didn't do it, it was tantamount to missing the last chance.

"Good luck, a bunch of idiots."

Tang Zhen said in a light tone, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Not long after I walked out, I heard a call from the iron gate behind me.

After Tang Zhen left, these guys suddenly thought of regret, and then tried to get his help.

It's a pity that this approach is destined to be a waste of effort. There are too many cultivators in the world of Ziguang, and they are not bad at all.

Besides their life and death, what is it to do with Tang Zhen?

But in an instant, Tang Zhen met a group of acquaintances.

The old man and his group of disciples were gathered in the hall, sitting silently on the chairs.

There was a mess around, I don't know what happened, and there was a smell of blood in the air.

Several bronze oars were thrown on the ground at will, even broken and broken.

On this huge ship, similar flavors are everywhere, but the flavors here are fresher.

After seeing Tang Zhen, the old man and his disciple turned their heads at the same time, their eyes were cold and strange.

But in an instant, their faces were filled with smiles.

"Your Excellency, you are out!"

The old man said to Tang Zhen, stood up at the same time, and took the initiative to approach him.

As for his disciples, they all smiled, as if they had met their closest friends.

They had completely forgotten before, they cursed, wishing to swallow Tang Zhen and other monks.

As the old man and his apprentice approached, the bronze oar in Tang Zhen's hand suddenly waved out.

The monk closest to him was beheaded by a bronze oar and his head fell to the ground.

The headless corpse was not affected in any way, and it still walked towards Tang Zhen, the head that fell to the ground still had a grim smile.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Seeing that his disciple was beheaded, the old man was indifferent, still looking at Tang Zhen with a smile on his face.

The distance between the two sides is already less than five meters.

At this moment, he saw Tang Zhen smile and stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers gently.

The remaining ten disciples of the old man burst into pieces instantly, like a bunch of broken human-shaped balloons.

The smiling old man still kept the original smile, but in that rigid state.

The hidden cruel and sarcasm eyes gradually turned into panic, staring at Tang Zhen in front of him.

"When did you see it?"

He asked Tang Zhen in a stiff tone.

"From the beginning."

Tang Zhen replied, and then continued to move forward.

The old man standing behind him struggled desperately a few times, and then burst into pieces instantly.

This time Tang Zhen's direction had changed, because he was going to save people.

Strangers can not be saved, but acquaintances are not included.

Following the guidance of the line of destiny, Tang Zhen walked forward and saw another hall.

In this hall, there is a huge dining table with twelve chairs on either side.

Twelve huge balls of meat were sitting on these chairs, and the flowing fat had already wrapped the chairs.

But even so, they kept reaching out to grab the food that appeared in front of them, and then poured it into their mouths.

The other monks were starving to death, but the twelve monks in front of them had already suffered severely deformed bodies.

But from their faces, there is no enjoyment at all, but full of pain and despair.

When Tang Zhen appeared, the monks who were eating frantically at the same time cast their eyes for help, hoping to help them get rid of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Now it seems that your life is very good, at least don't worry about being hungry."

Tang Zhen walked to the table, looked at the meat balls that were constantly swallowing food, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency...help us...please..."

From the meat ball's mouth, there were intermittent voices, not because they didn't want to say complete, but because they were being blocked by the food that was constantly stuffing their mouths.

The important thing is that this voice is exactly the same as the old man.

Tang Zhen naturally knew that the identity of the twelve meat balls in front of him was clearly the old man and his apprentice.

This group of hapless guys, although they weren't hungry, they were kept to death.

The food they swallowed was clearly the remains of some hapless monks, who appeared on the table inexplicably after being torn to pieces by a group of monsters posing as old men.

Then the remains of these monks became food for the elders and their apprentices, and after rapid digestion, they became the terrifying appearance they are now.

"Well, as you wish."

As soon as Tang Zhen's voice fell, the old man who had eaten like a machine frantically stopped his mechanical movements.

The table in front of them collapsed suddenly and disappeared into a pile of fly ash.

The twelve meat balls that fell from the chairs collapsed directly on the ground, and then vomited frantically.