Tomb Robbers: Tiandao System

Hou Jian was huddled in the cave, and Zhao Zhuojun had his head down and his feet up. When his body had just entered the cave more than halfway, a huge noise reached the ears of the two people.

bump!

Zhao Zhuojun was pushed directly into the cave by an irresistible force and hit Hou Jian hard on the head, making his eyes roll involuntarily. All that appeared in front of him were small stars.

In the cave, Zhao Zhuojun used Hou Jian's flesh pad to prevent his body from being harmed, but the huge force shocked his internal organs. After he sat on the ground, there was already a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Zhu Fan, I'm afraid he's really dead this time."

Zhao Zhuojun felt an indescribable feeling of loneliness in his heart.

Regarding Zhu Fan, he now has a very complicated mood, especially just now, when Zhu Fan was dying, he did not forget to remind himself.

Hou Jian, the collaborator he had found, the creator of the ultimate killer, escaped alone without saying a word.

When he thought again, if it hadn't been for Zhu Fan's reminder, he might have been killed by the monster's self-destruction just like Zhu Fan. Zhao Zhuojun's eyes couldn't help but look at Hou Jian, who was still shaking his head.

Hatred really makes people lose their minds. Is it really right for me to cooperate with such a person? Such revenge.

In his heart, Zhao Zhuojun was a little confused.

Hou Jian, however, as soon as his eyes regained clarity, he glared at Zhao Zhuojun fiercely. When he saw that Zhao Zhuojun was looking at him, he snorted dissatisfiedly. Instead of saying what he was saying, he turned his gaze to Zhao Zhuojun. He looked outside the cave entrance.

Outside the cave, it was shrouded in a cloud of dust, making it impossible to see anything. The howling wind continued to echo outside the cave. It seemed that the aftermath of the self-destruction had not dissipated yet.

"Zhu Fan, you are dead."

Hou Jian was talking to himself excitedly, but as soon as he finished speaking, a slightly disdainful voice came from his side.

"You've said this many times, why can't you come up with something new?"

Upon hearing this, Hou Jian instinctively thought that Zhao Zhuojun was talking about him, and still raised his head and replied dissatisfied.

"If it weren't for me, you, Zhao Zhuojun, would be able to kill Zhu Fan, let alone revenge. If you don't involve yourself, you would be lucky."

"So you are so powerful, then why don't you go to heaven?"

"God!"

When Hou Jian heard this, he couldn't help but take his head back and look towards the place where the sound came from.

The moment he looked over, his eyes straightened up, and before he could fully react, he saw that the other party had come to him, picked up his collar, and threw him directly out of the hole. .

"Heaven lets you fly in the sky."

The teasing voice reached his ears from below.

"Zhu Fan, why are you here?"

Hou Jian's confused voice also came from the sky outside, and after these words, Hou Jian's scream was heard.

"idiot."

Zhu Fan still replied with two words, and rushed out in the direction of Hou Jian just now.

suck!

挡！

Change!

Zhu Fan, who used the magic power of Emperor Zi to protect himself, swayed freely in the aftermath of the self-destruction, and rushed to Hou Jian's side in a few steps. The spiritual energy in his hand transformed, and a spear appeared in his hand.

The tip of the gun flickered, and it pierced directly into Hou Jian, who had been wounded by the aftermath of the self-destruction and was recovering from his injuries.

Zhu Fan has never been merciful to those who plotted against him, let alone tell them what a gentleman does. Hua Xia has a wise and clear statement, which Zhu Fan agrees with in his heart.

Taking advantage of your illness, it will kill you.

Pounce——stab——

Hou Jian, who had just been slightly injured due to the aftermath of the self-destruction, did not expect that Zhu Fan would appear in front of him so soon and give him a fatal blow in the aftermath of the self-destruction.

Looking at the spear that passed straight through his heart, Hou Jian stared blankly at Zhu Fan with a look of disbelief on his face.

Using the family's secret method, he sacrificed the opportunity for the dead soldier to be resurrected, and unleashed the most powerful attack, but it had no effect at all. He was even injured as a result, and eventually died in Zhu Fan's hands.

Unreasonable, so unreasonable.

Fake, all this must be an illusion.

Hou Jian didn't believe what happened at all, and what happened next made him believe that everything that happened was just an illusion until his death.

suck!

Huangzi used the magic suction technique to directly take away Hou Jian's wood spiritual roots and convert them into nutrients for the spiritual roots in Zhu Fan's body. However, Hou Jian, whose spiritual roots disappeared, could only stare in disbelief with a pair of eyes in the end. Take your last breath.

Void grabbed Hou Jian's body and threw it in the direction of the monster that exploded just now.

This time it was Zhu Fan's turn to shout out the words that made him escape unscathed only by dodging the Emperor's Treasure several times.

burst!

boom!

What the dead soldiers and monsters experienced also happened to Hou Jian.

Retribution.

This should be the so-called retribution.

Zhu Fan naturally thought of these two words when he saw Hou Jian being exploded by spiritual energy and his body reduced to pieces.

"You killed Hou Jian."

A voice came from behind Zhu Fan. Without turning around, Zhu Fan knew that the person speaking was none other than Zhao Zhuojun.

Because the aftermath of the self-destruction had weakened, he used spiritual energy to protect his body and was able to walk out of the hole.

"Those who kill will always be killed."

"Zhu Fan, what about the people you killed?"

"My conscience is clear, that's enough."

Without looking back, Zhu Fan jumped up and left Duanshou Cliff.

Looking at Zhu Fan walking away, Zhao Zhuojun did not say anything to stop him. He knew very well that Zhu Fan was letting him go, otherwise, his fate would be the same as Hou Jian's.

Why are you doing this?

Zhao Zhuojun looked at Zhu Fan's back with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Uncle, my nephew may have no hope of revenge for your revenge in this life. Will you forgive my nephew?"

Zhao Zhuojun looked up at the sky with a look of confusion on his face. On a nearby cliff, a pair of eyes were looking at him quietly through the cliff.

"What, Hou Jian died, and Zhu Fan returned to the medicine garden safe and sound."

Jian Ren looked at the servant who sent him the message, keeping his eyes fixed on it. When the servant thought that Jian Ren would curse violently, and he was prepared to be scolded, he heard Jian Ren laughing loudly.

"It's a good death, it's a good death, it's great, Hou Jian, you died so well."

It's over, it's over, the master is so angry.

When the servants thought Jian Ren was mad, Jian Ren handed a piece of jade into his hand.

"Go and give this piece of jade to Hou Jian's servant and tell him to forward it to their master."

The servant didn't dare to say anything, so he took the jade and went to do as Jian Ren said.

Jian Ren looked up at the stars and said to himself proudly.

"Zhu Fan, it's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead, otherwise, this matter wouldn't be more interesting."