The villain's daily corpse collection

"What!" The hoarse and unclear voice actually clearly revealed surprise.

The monster obviously didn't expect Wang Wei to ask the same question back. The roar made her head hurt, and a sense of chaos surged in her heart.

She was worried that she would get out of control again, so she quickly said, "Either continue to be a stone, or... die!"

Wang Wei formed seals with his hands and stones gathered from all directions to form a stone giant. The giant grabbed the long bone monster and tore it into two halves with his bare hands.

The huge bone fragments hit the ground heavily, and the force waves formed were impacted in all directions. She raised her sleeves to block it, and a sandstorm came, and it roared like thunder. Then there was a bigger tremor under her feet, forcing her to stabilize her body and stand firmly on her feet many times.

When she looked into the distance, she finally understood what the power impact was.

Somehow the skeletons had come together again, and their vengeful nature made them devour the stone giant instantly - the rubble on the ground said it all.

Wang Wei frowned. She really didn't expect that this thing would be so difficult to kill. She held the staff tightly in her hand and began to think secretly.

However, her vision seemed to be lightly covered by a layer of mist, and her consciousness seemed to be squeezed into a hazy corner...

"I will never allow you to enter this city!" She picked up the staff and took the lead in attacking the monster.

"...So, in order to protect our city and the people in it, this nameless god died together with that strange monster?" The leader listened to Jun Zhao's story and guessed the ending first.

"He must have sacrificed himself." Someone nearby replied, "If such a kind-hearted god is still alive, she would definitely not have the heart to watch us suffer from the monster. She would definitely appear early to protect us!"

Everyone around nodded. Jun Zhao had not finished reading the mural, and he did not see the ending. When he was in heaven, he did not know who this god was. He also speculated based on the magic power on the mural that she came from a certain god in a cave in the fifth heaven.

And what she did for mortals was never spread in heaven, but was quietly engraved on the wall of this tower.

Jun Zhao felt a little guilty. Since he inherited the position of Heavenly Lord, he merely took over his brother's former duties. The rest was to compete with the water tribe of Chenzhongtian. His jurisdiction and concern over other heavens were indeed insufficient. He basically relied on the information provided by the reigning God Lord, and inevitably there were mistakes and omissions in the details.

He also saw some scattered fragments from the murals - this god had tried to seek help from the Heavenly Palace, but for some reason the news did not reach the Heavenly Palace, and he knew nothing about it.

"Do you think the great god back then is related to the great man we met today?" The young woman wanted to lean over to look at the statue, but was blocked by the dazzling light from above and saw nothing.

"Oh, yeah, isn't she protecting us today? Could it be that the true God of the past has appeared?"

Only Jun Zhao understood that they were definitely not the same person. However, it was meaningless to reveal the truth now, and it would only wipe out the hopes of these people.

"Don't worry, no matter who she is, we will get out safely." Jun Zhao comforted everyone.

Could she really take everyone away safely? He was also wondering in his heart.

Like is like, trust is trust, and everything should be treated separately.

Frankly speaking, he would not trust his former enemy with all his heart. At this point, he could only take a gamble. When he saw Huo Feng, he still held a glimmer of hope that Huo Feng could control the situation. However, his relationship with her was also hard to describe, and there was no precondition of trust either.

Jun Zhao looked down at his hands, this was the first time in his history as a mortal, and overcoming the divine tribulation was as smooth as his life as a god.

All the ups and downs he had experienced were due to him provoking the little devil from the Demon God's family. He often wondered if it was his own intervention that led to the situation that happened later.

However, it was useless to think about these things now, as fate and causality had already changed and could not be changed at this moment. He could only passively wait for a result, whether he accepted it or not.

Wang Wei, or rather, Lord Chang Yue, used almost all his strength to fight against the strange creature that came from nowhere.

The monster seemed to have broken the stone formation. The same trap could not trap the same clever prey a second time, and the divine power would always be exhausted. Wang Wei had to accept this miserable ending.

"Have you made your choice?" The monster's unpleasant and hair-raising voice rang in her ears. It coiled its body like a hill and came closer to her. A chill in her air made her sober up a little.

Wang Wei: “…”

After a very unsatisfying battle, her consciousness seemed to be awakened, and everything seemed to be intentional.

But her subconscious told her that if she had fought in person, she would not have lost so miserably. She would not have fallen to the ground with her clothes torn and her body covered with bloodstains.

Do you really have to make a choice?

I hope you don’t know.

She did participate in the establishment of the Red Queen and briefly protected the citizens here, but there was always another voice in her heart.

"You have forgotten who you are, Bo Shangwangwei." The voice was clearly the same as her own, and it actually called out another name that was particularly familiar to her.

"Who are you? What are you talking about?" Wang Wei replied with her mind, and she was instantly pulled into another space - a place where she was very comfortable and extremely familiar.

Although she has forgotten, this was once the ultimate source of her power, in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Bo Shangwangwei, that's your name. You are not Chang Yue at all, you are not that weak and incompetent person at all, you are the devil that no one in the four realms can match!" A light gray shadow turned into her figure, which was reflected in a chaotic spring in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The face of the shadow slowly emerged. It was a completely different appearance, very different from her current appearance - the face of Lord Chang Yue.

But she was also very familiar with this look.

Who is she? Wang Wei knelt down beside the pool, looking at the ever-changing face in the water. The sword of memory broke through her sealed memory, and the past scenes surged out like a tide.

Wang Wei covered her head with her hands, revealing a painful expression. Fragments of past memories pierced through her defenses, and the countless experiences of being killed and resurrected tortured her heart.

Everything is about to collapse... The shackles in my heart that hold everything back suddenly collapse.

The voice sounded again: "You are now powerless to resist. Do you want to choose those who have nothing to do with you, or yourself... What's wrong with keeping yourself safe?"

The monster's voice became clearer and clearer, and he patiently said, "This world has never been kind to you. You have done everything for them, and you have done it under someone else's guise. You are making wedding clothes for others. Are you really willing to accept this?"

"I'm not willing to accept it." She finally spoke.