On the field, Zhao Chong saw that it was the blue-faced First Saint, not the black-faced Black Treasure.
His heart lightened.
As long as it wasn't Black Treasure.
Little did he know that First Saint's methods were no worse than Black Treasure's.
First Saint smiled eerily, looking at Zhao Chong like a big bad wolf looking at a little sheep.
Zhao Chong, who had fallen to the ground, knelt down to hide his guilt.
"Lord Deputy Commander … I really didn't kill Commander Wudao, I'm innocent …"
"Lord First Saint, you have to believe me …"
First Saint ignored him, still smiling eerily.
After a while, Zhao Chong felt his eyelids grow heavy.
Before he could resist, the scene in front of him changed.
He was still kneeling on the ground, but not on the field.
It was as if he was in a palace in the sky surrounded by clouds and mist.
The clouds and mist gradually dissipated.
The situation inside the palace was revealed.
A huge figure sat on the dragon throne in the middle of the palace.
"Ah … Lord Deputy Commander?"
Zhao Chong felt like an ant.
Zhang Xing's figure was like a huge god.
He was so scared that he started trembling.
'Why am I here?'
'How did Zhang Xing become like this?'
'Has he become a god?'
"Boom boom boom!"
At this moment, the ground of the palace started shaking. The sound came from behind him.
He quickly turned around.
"Ah … Giant Dragon …"
Zhao Chong's face was pale with fright.
He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
On the left, about a hundred ancient giant dragons were striding over.
On the right, a hundred unknown dark blue giant dragons were also marching in unison, as if they were meeting a god.
Soon, the giant dragons on both sides were in formation.
"Eat him!"
Just as Zhao Chong was shocked and terrified, Zhang Xing's voice came from above the palace.
Then, a blue giant dragon on the right opened its mouth and bit Zhao Chong.
Crunch crunch, crunch, crunch. Then, he swallowed it in one gulp.
"Ah … Spare me …"
The scene changed, and Zhao Chong realized that he was not dead.
Instead, he was back to when he was ambushed by his fellow disciples when he was out on a mission many years ago.
'This …'
Zhao Chong was dumbfounded.
The feeling of being chewed up by the dragon was still vivid in his mind.
The pain and horror made him think that he had really been eaten.
Am I dreaming?
Zhao Chong was confused. He couldn't remember why he was hallucinating.
He also didn't know why something that happened so many years ago would happen again.
He was completely confused. Gradually, he could not tell whether he was in an illusion or in real life.
Next, he knew that his fellow disciples were going to ambush him.
He also wanted to dodge or strike first to gain the upper hand.
But he realized that these things were out of his control.
And so …
History repeated itself!
However, many of the scenes were jumping around.
It wasn't until last night's patrol that the operation returned to normal.
"Wu Dao!
You forced me to kill you!
If you don't die, I will!
The Vermilion Bird Sect forced me to betray the Vermilion Bird Sect and tell them about Zhang Xing and his guards.
You're all forcing me! "
“.....”
At this moment, all of Zhang Xing's commanders, Captaincy, chiliarchs, centurions, and captains were present.
They looked on in shock as they listened to Zhao Chong's most realistic performance.
They knew the deepest secret in Zhao Chong's heart …
'Sigh!
A pitiful person must have a detestable side! '