Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 472 Soul Illusion
Click!Click!
In the blink of an eye, the cracks spread all over the ball of light, and then shattered. A mysterious incantation was born in Xia Ye's mind, which made him realize many things in an instant.

The world seemed to become clear all of a sudden.

puff!
Zhao Wang's saber pierced Xia Ye's chest, and hot and humid blood flowed down the blade.

Seeing Xia Ye's mouth opening and closing, but unable to make a sound, like a dying catfish after being thrown ashore, Zhao Wang was very happy.

"Die with peace of mind, this world is about to be destroyed anyway."

After Zhao Wang finished speaking, he pushed Xia Ye's head.

boom!
The body crashed to the ground, splashing some dust.

King Zhao turned his head, and originally wanted to kill other people, but they had already scattered like birds and beasts.

"Big brother is dead, run away!"

Song Guo stepped forward with short legs and disappeared in an instant.

"This bloody tribal life."

King Zhao cursed and did not go after him, but continued to walk towards the lower level of the temple. He is not a modern person, but as King Zhao, as the supreme ruler, he is qualified to know many secrets.

After inheriting the throne, King Zhao knew that the original world was not like this, but declined to this point after a catastrophe.

Those civilizations, those technologies, and those entertainments are all gone.

Father Wang is an outstanding scientist. Coupled with his status as a king, he has countless money and manpower. He has excavated many ruins and found a lot of lost knowledge.

Fat House Happy Water is an invention of my father. When I was young, I drank it several times, and until now, I still have a lot of aftertaste.

From King Zhao's point of view, it was a drink that was enough to become a national treasure, but with the death of his father, he not only destroyed the blueprints and factories for making Coke, but also burned all his inventions.

At that moment, it was the darkest day of King Zhao's life.

If you don't know, it's fine, but King Zhao knows the history before the cataclysm, and knows the once glorious era.

"My king, I'm not as good as a fat man who stays at home every day!"

King Zhao laughed at himself. He knew that those things could not be left behind, because his father and the Great Prophet said that the farther the civilization goes, the closer it is to destruction.

And the desolate beasts are the evil beasts that tear apart civilization.

"But that's none of my business? I've had enough of this day."

As Wang Zhao walked, his thoughts went back to the past. The Coke chilled with ice cubes was so delicious and refreshing. Drinking it on a hot summer day will remove the heat from his body.

Sitting in front of the computer, playing a game of racing, playing a gun battle, or even a simple game of duck shooting is all fun. If you can eat a handful of potato chips, this day will be even better.

A glass of Coke appeared in his hands at some point, and there were drops of water on the cold and transparent glass.

King Zhao didn't hesitate, picked it up and drank it.

Gum!Gum!
Coke spilled out, drenching the chest, but this color, why is it so bloody?And a strong smell of blood began to waft in the nose.

"Blood?"

Zhao Wang was in a trance for a while, and when he recovered, he found that he was still standing in the hall, and the boy with a blue halo in his left pupil was standing in front of him.

In his hand, he held a long sword and pierced his heart.

"It hurts!"

King Zhao felt the severe pain, but his lips moved, and what he asked was: "Are those illusions real?"

Xia Ye hesitated for a moment, thinking that a dying person should not leak the secret, so he nodded.

"Are you from before the Great Cataclysm?"

Even death did not change King Zhao's face. At this time, he showed a shocked expression, and then became unwilling, screaming in pain: "Why did I have to be born in this era!"

Xia Ye didn't answer, nor drew his sword, just lowered his head, not knowing what to say, he also recalled the past days, to be honest, if he didn't want to repay Xia Lingyue's kindness, he might have chosen to commit suicide, right?After all, it is too difficult to live in this era.

"Owner!"

"Xia Ye!"

"Great Chief!"

Jia Duo and his entourage surrounded him, even though King Zhao seemed to be dead, they were still facing an enemy.

Song Guo stretched out his hand and tried it on King Zhao's nose: "I've confirmed it, I'm not breathing!"

call!
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even the strong-willed female warrior of Eternal Island collapsed to the ground.

"How did he die?"

Ghost Lord frowned.

"Illusion?"

Lu Lingxi looked at Xia Ye suspiciously. The situation was not good at first, but after Xia Ye's left eye erupted with a golden light, Zhao Wang froze in place as if he had been cast a body-holding spell.

"It's the seventh ability of the Dominant Eye, called Soul Illusion!"

Xia Ye didn't hide anything.

At this moment, his heart was full of rejoicing, this kind of ability was simply too suitable for the occasion.

The so-called soul phantom, as the name suggests, is the phantom that most directly points to the heart, the kind of phantom that is engraved deep in the heart and cannot be forgotten.

When this illusion is activated, it is almost impossible for anyone to distinguish between reality and illusion, but quickly immersed in it.

No one's life is perfect, and the illusion of the soul is the placebo, the kind of desire that the caster lacks most.

"As long as people live, they will have regrets!"

Xia Ye was filled with emotion.

Zhao Wangquan is all over the world, and he has seen as many beauties as an ox hair. It can be said that power, wealth, and sex are not attractive to him. He is also powerful, and he is a rare genius. Otherwise, he would not stand out and be selected as The crown prince, so it is impossible to kill him by force, but he also has regrets, and there are things he wants but can't get.

Zhao Wang's state of mind is his only shortcoming, otherwise he would not be world-weary and want to commit suicide.

The phantom of the soul aimed at this loophole and dealt a fatal blow.

"Win a fluke!"

Xia Ye was stunned, he didn't want to experience this kind of battle again: "Jia Duo, arrange someone to find Zhao Lianyu, let her control the situation in the palace as soon as possible."

Although the development of the situation is slightly different from the plan, it has not deviated from the track on the whole, so the thing to be on guard now is not to let others pick the peaches.

You know, King Zhao has several sons.

"Here!"

Jia Duo was worried, ordered a few people, and was about to do it herself, but not long after leaving the hall, she retreated again, accompanied by deafening shouts of killing.

"Slay the traitor and save the king!"

"Kill the traitor, reward ten thousand gold!"

"Surround this place, don't let anyone go!"

Chasing Jia Duo and his party into the main hall were teams of elite soldiers in full armor, with excellent weapons in their hands and serious expressions on their faces. Even when they saw the temple that was almost in ruins, they were not at all moved.

These people are dead men!

"I'm really afraid of something!"

Xia Ye was speechless, pinching the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache, with his current combat power, he couldn't stand this kind of battle.

(End of this chapter)