Chapter 1619 Arranging the Afterlife

Cangtian raised his hand, took off his hairpin, and when he slowly raised his head, his beautiful hair fell down.

In those bright eyes that captivated everyone, the endless lake of thunder was reflected.

Then, as she raised her hand, the hairpin in her hand turned into a snow-white sword.

Cangtian held the sword in one hand and swung it towards the sky!

hum!

There was no surging of laws, no surge of sword energy, only a bright sword light, like a touch of autumn water, across the covering thunder lake...

Stab it!

The thunder lake covering the sky was suddenly split into two like a curtain!

The sword light continued to move forward, heading straight for Hongwan behind the scenes!

"What the hell is this?"

When Hongmaru saw the phantom again, fear was still visible on his face.

In his billions of years of memory, he had never seen such a powerful figure!

There is no material in this universe that can create a shadow talisman of this level!

And even if it really exists, one piece is priceless. Can the owner of that mysterious world really use them one after another?

Hongwan couldn't figure it out, but with his billions of years of combat experience, he didn't think much about it and immediately turned around and ran away!

At this moment, Mi Qiuer caught up from behind. Seeing Hong Wan fleeing, he quickly turned around and continued to run...

"Master Benimaru, what the hell is that woman?"

Hong Wan's face turned red. How would he know?

"Whatever it is, it must be extremely valuable. That kid only has this one chance!"

"The shadow body won't hold out for long, he can't escape!"

As the two of them were asking and answering each other, they were already thousands of miles away. Looking back, the sword light had already dissipated.

The figures of Zhao Yin and Cangtian had long since disappeared. In the void, only the terrifying aura left by Cangtian's sword remained.

If it were an ordinary level five god, in this terrifying aura, he would have probably lost the ability to track Zhao Yin long ago.

But the Thor's hammer in Hongwan's hand was still vibrating, constantly locking onto the aura of the core world!

The two turned and vanished in the blink of an eye. It looked like a raging thunderstorm and a holy light, which was gradually swallowed by darkness...

……

At this moment, Zhao Yin has enchanted again, a living second-level god.

This was also the last living creature he had captured with great effort, a second-level god-level Minotaur!

At this time, his only god-level living beings were two first-level angels and one first-level minotaur!

Zhao Yin didn't care about the pain. When he tried his best to teleport, he was still recalling Uncle Ahai's prophecy in his mind.

"After your death, the Inner World will collapse, and all the contracted beasts will perish..."

If his original body dies, all his contracted beasts will be buried with him!

Uncle Ahai did not mention it... Perhaps, his life span is not enough to mention it. What will happen to the human race that follows him after his death?

Zhao Yin never thought that one day he would have to arrange his own funeral affairs in advance.

But at this moment, he had to face it!

As the will of the core world, Zhao Yin clearly felt that the core world had been locked down by some terrifying force.

"If I can die, the herd can die too...!"

Zhao Yin felt strangely calm at this moment: "But they don't need to die with me!"

"If I survive today, that would be the best. If I die, they should continue to live!"

The most important thing is Zhou Lili's unborn daughter...

With a thought, the Wood Clan clone left the core world and appeared in the teleportation shield around Zhao Yin.

When Zhao Yin teleported madly with his Wood Clan clone, he took out the few remaining purple crystals, artifact dagger, and silver dragon spear on his body!

And the hundreds of thousands of SS-level enchanted armors and tens of thousands of SSS-level enchanted armors accumulated over these days...

He only left behind the second-level god-level weapon, the Cloud-Fanning War Staff, three sets of SSS-level enchanted armor, and the supplies he would need in case he could still survive.

Finally, Zhao Yin took out the Wanling Mirror from between his eyebrows and erased the mark of recognition.

Hand over everything to the Wood Clan clone.

The original body and the Wood Clan clone sighed at the same time, and then the Wood Clan clone returned to the core world.

The next moment, in the core world, the power of teleportation erupted, engulfing all the human race...

Song Xiaodao, Ning Yue, Jiang Xiner, Zhou Lili, Zhou Dandan, Lu Ling, Awan, Xiaoying...

The injured Qinglang, Ye Zang, Bai Wei... Liu Shun, Zhao Dehai, Liu Zifan...

Now, there are only 90,000 Daxia disciples left, and 80,000 young women from the Corpse Demon World...

Corpse demon Zhang Jie, Song Xiaojian, Niu Feng, Yuan Baoer, Corpse demon Shouwu...

Zhu Ba, Zhu Wang, Zhu Dan, Zhu Yao... and a thousand pig people!

In an instant, everyone returned to the center of the oasis.

Many people were injured and huddled together in a mess. Looking back, they found that except for Zhao Yin's contracted beast, all the humans, corpse demons, pigs... in the world had been teleported here by Zhao Yin.

At this time, in order to let people who have never seen him know his identity, the Wood Clan clone has transformed into his original appearance with the mask of the Heavenly Demon.

"Husband..." "Zhao Yin!" "Master!" "Boss..."

“Ayin…!”

At this time, everyone looked at Zhao Yin with confusion. When they found that everyone was talking and they couldn't hear what they were saying, everyone almost shut up at the same time.

Only Song Xiaojian, with his dead eyes wide open, felt something vaguely.

"Master Zhao, are you planning to run away? Or are you planning your funeral arrangements?"

The naughty young corpse demon was rarely serious at this moment.

"Song Xiaojian, if you can't speak, just shut up!" Song Xiaodao suddenly felt like his own brother had touched his reverse scale. His little face flushed red and he spoke loudly.

Zhao Yin raised his hand, interrupted Song Xiaodao's words, and nodded to Song Xiaojian.

"Xiao Jian is right. I'm going to run away and make arrangements for my funeral!"

Uncle Ahai is dead. In fact, all the core members have already learned Uncle Ahai’s last words from the little angel Aman.

They had already known Zhao Yin's situation, but out of trust in Zhao Yin, everyone believed that there was still a glimmer of hope, and with Zhao Yin's ability, he would definitely be able to survive.

No one expected that Zhao Yin would make arrangements for his funeral at this time.

"Liu Shun, take people to move the supplies immediately. All the food, materials, potions and elixirs, and extraordinary wines, put them all into the interspatial bracelet and take them away...!"

"Zhu Ba, go and take away the Pig Clan's sacred artifacts and the winemaking machines!"

"Lu Ling, Bai Wei, go and slaughter all the Cang Beasts. Leave 10,000 of each species as seeds. I will teleport them to the second life space to reproduce!"

"Ning Yue, Xin'er, Dandan... all of you go help Awan and dig up all the spiritual root-level crops and secondary mutation crops and take them away. Also, take some blue plants with you."

"And... never mind!"

Zhao Yin discovered that everything in the core world was cultivated by him step by step.

It is impossible to cover everything in a short period of time.

The second life space can't accommodate too much...

"That's it. Within two minutes, even if you can't finish the task at hand, you must leave immediately!"