Temple of Madness

Chapter 226 Ice God Consciousness Projection

Chapter 225 Ice God Consciousness Projection
After a long time, the dust settled, and the sound gradually disappeared. At that time, the big hole in the glacier mountain range was still showing, the beam of light that seemed to pierce the sky just now.

Zhang Yang looked coldly at the Caesar in front of him. He no longer had the prestige and strength he had before. Now he is just a middle-aged man with disheveled hair. ability to resist.

Because at this moment, there is a huge hole on his right shoulder, and that hole was given to him by Zhang Yang.

"Why?" Caesar was very weak and his voice was very small.

Zhang Yang didn't respond, but just looked at him in a daze.

"Why are you... so strong?" Caesar suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at Zhang Yang's golden eyes, with unwillingness and resentment on his face.

Why is Zhang Yang so strong?He, the majestic lord of the empire, was defeated by a little furry boy?He was still such a young man.

"In this world, there are too many things that you can't imagine." Although I have the strength to instantly kill Julius Caesar, Zhang Yang knows that the strong in this world, or the strong on earth, are stronger than himself Yes, too many.

The world is very vast, but he lives in his own world and thinks he is invincible. Such a person will always be a frog in a well, just like the Ice God ten thousand years ago. Continents are united together.

But in fact, he was just a slightly stronger ant, and finally returned from a serious injury and died soon.

Zhang Yang will not be proud of this. The breakthrough of strength is endless. No one can be strong forever. There will be countless new trends behind him. Therefore, if he wants to maintain his position, he has to keep working hard.

"Hahaha, what a talented young man, I, Emperor Caesar, have been around for many years, and today I admit defeat." Emperor Caesar looked sad, with a strong self-deprecating look.He was overconfident, and similarly, the way he stumbled was also very embarrassing.

Zhang Yang saw that he had lost the Caesar who wanted to resist, and his heart moved. The grand plan and hegemony generated in his heart should have been formed at this moment.

As the spiritual power circulated, a mark of a slave suddenly appeared on his hand. He slowly placed the mark on the top of Caesar's head, and said slowly, "Don't resist."

Emperor Caesar's pupils froze, he felt a different kind of pressure from this imprint, and suddenly understood something in his heart, and said sharply: "If you want me to be your slave, don't even think about it! I am the great Emperor Caesar, and I will never be a slave !"

"Hmph, you are now a prisoner, it's not your turn to pay attention." Zhang Yang naturally expected this, he snorted coldly, and suddenly burst out his own strength, an indescribably powerful coercion firmly imprisoned Caesar the Great live.

However, in the process of the imprint falling, Caesar's eyes were tearing apart and he was reduced to a slave. Who can agree to it?
Want to resist, but Zhang Yang's strength is too terrifying. After breaking through just now, Zhang Yang has reached the level of a fifth-level warrior, and his blood is growing again in an explosive trend. To deal with the little seriously injured Caesar, a pair of eyes directly You can stare to death!
Finally, the servant mark was integrated into Caesar's head, his eyeballs almost popped out, and a strong look of hatred emerged.

The word "slave" appeared on the forehead of Caesar the Great, and his expression suddenly became confused. After a while, he looked at Zhang Yang with extremely devout eyes, knelt down on half of his knees and said, "Master."

Zhang Yang felt that he had already concluded some kind of contract with Julius Caesar, and his life was in Zhang Yang's hands. As long as he wanted to, just one thought could kill him directly.

At the same time, the slave mark has one of the most important functions, that is, the slave will not have the slightest rebellion against the master, and will completely obey the master's words.

That's why Zhang Yang didn't kill Caesar, he was of great use to his legendary dominance.

"Get up." Zhang Yang said lightly.

"Yes!" Caesar stood up, but his injuries were so serious that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Yang looked at him with a frown, and asked, "Don't you have healing potions on you?"

Caesar nodded. He took out a bottle of green life potion from the storage ring. After drinking it, he saw the big hole on his shoulder recover quietly, and the granulation had begun to grow.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but lament that the alchemists in this world are so strong that even potions can be made into this appearance, which is similar to pills.

"Very good." After dealing with him, Zhang Yang turned his attention to "Grimoire"

The "Magic Code" kept spinning in mid-air, Zhang Yang flew up and touched it with his hand.

Ding!
The light was shining brightly, and the "Magic Code" exuded a terrifying spiritual force, wrapping Zhang Yang.

As if soaking in a hot spring, Zhang Yang closed his eyes in enjoyment, carefully feeling the tempering of his spiritual power brought by this force.

This process didn't last long, only half an hour, but within this half an hour, Zhang Yang's mental strength had improved a lot.

However, the "Magic Code" was still spinning on it, without any intention of landing. After seeing this, Zhang Yang thought for a while, bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of bloody arrows to the top.

After absorbing Zhang Yang's blood, the "Magic Code" swished into his mind.

When looking inside, Zhang Yang was a little speechless when he saw the "Magic Code" quietly spinning in his mind. Could it be that he is so attached to books?

Adding "Book of Man" to "Magic Code", Zhang Yang felt that he could start a library with a few more books.

However, at the moment when the "Grimoire" disappeared, a ghost suddenly floated out of the crystal coffin on the ground.

Zhang Yang caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and almost scared himself to death, and shouted, "Ghost!"

Hearing Zhang Yang's exclamation, Caesar hurried forward to rescue him, stood in front of Zhang Yang, looked at the ghostly figure with vigilance, and shouted: "Where is the ghost, hurry up and report your name."

Ghost has a very kind face, long eyebrows, and a beard that can almost drag the floor.

Seeing this ghost image, Zhang Yang seemed to have a guess, and asked uncertainly, "Ice God?"

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that after ten thousand years, there are still people who can remember my name." The ice god consciousness laughed and brushed his beard.

Zhang Yang looked at him in shock, yes, ten thousand years have passed, but why is he still able to communicate with them through ideology? Is he not dead?

"Don't panic, little friend, this is just a projection of my consciousness left over ten thousand years ago." Bingshen said.

(End of this chapter)