——Black land, Afang Palace. From morning to noon, the scene of the black land does not change much. Huge and heavy dark clouds float above the black land, and the bright sunshine can hardly fall to the ground. All the existence of the black land is exactly like black, trees, rocks, flowers and plants, insects, birds, and beasts. No matter what, except black, no second color can be found.

So no matter how you look at it, whether it is during the day or at night, the entire black ground seems to be cast in a huge black shadow, dead and heavy. When the wind blows from a distance and passes through the woods, it seems to be dyed into a silent black. Erhui quietly crouches on the black ground, blowing the black wind, staring at this black world blankly.

(But in fact, what Erge was thinking was: Damn, how long should we stay in this dark and lacquered place? Zhang Liang, please hurry up, okay?) But a hundred meters away from Erge, Zhang Liang, wearing a cloth windbreaker, was holding Yan Ling Ancient Book in his hand, and floating in the void. On the ground in front of him, Bian Que was lying seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Bian Que was lying quietly on the black soil, as quiet as a stiff body. His pupils were frozen with a constant coldness. The thin white strand of black hair fell on the tip of his eyebrows. A pale wall-like gray appeared on half of his cheek, and he was still wrapped in a black scarf, and it was impossible to tell whether he was breathing. But Zhang Liang knew that he then stared at Bian Que's almost static face and said in a deep voice. "That's it, Bian Que. With your current physical condition, it is difficult to survive, and it is even more impossible to release the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day".

"Bian Que lay quietly on the ground. Zhang Liang's voice fell, but he didn't even turn his eyes. He didn't know if he was listening to Zhang Liang's words. "You have been defeated." Zhang Liang said in a deep voice again. However, Bian Que still looked like a corpse and did not respond at all. "But now, I have one last important question to ask you, I hope-I unilaterally hope you can tell me."

Zhang Liang stared at Bian Que's stagnant and cold eyes and said sincerely. Bian Que just lay quietly, his eyes and expression did not change at all. But after a moment of silence, he suddenly spit out two words through the mouth of the scarf.

"Ask." After finally hearing Bian Que's reply, Zhang Liang felt a little relieved. He was actually very worried that Bian Que would die directly because he still had very important things to ask Bian Que. So he looked at Bian Que's cheeks, which gradually became pale, and continued. "I want to know all the detailed information about the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day" in the ancient magic path you have practiced."

This is what Zhang Liang is most concerned about. In order to truly crack Lingchi and forbidden art, he must know all the information about the ancient demon path "Reincarnation Day". Before that, although Zhang Liang learned a lot of knowledge about the ancient demon path because of his learning from Jiang Shang and reading a lot of books, he could quickly make important decisions about the overall situation. But everything he knew was limited to the superficial written records in the books. If he did not know the essence and principles behind the ancient demon path, he would not be able to crack the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day" that was already brewing.

In other words, even if they kill Bian Que and find Mi Yue, it is likely that they will not be able to resolve this incident involving Qin Chu. Because Lingchi has brewed too much energy, it is as dangerous as a huge bomb that may explode at any time. If they cannot truly understand the principles of the ancient demon path, any touch on it will most likely lead the situation to irreversible destruction. Therefore, Zhang Liang must know the detailed information about the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day" and even the ancient demon path. Only by understanding its essence can he be sure to try to crack it.

In this world where the ancient demon path has been extinct for thousands of years, it is obvious that only the manipulator of the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day" in front of him, Bian Que, who has truly practiced the ancient demon path! Only through him can Zhang Liang know more about the ancient demon path.

"...Is this why you didn't let Liu Bang kill my life?" Bian Que turned his cold eyes a little, but did not look at Zhang Liang. He just slowly exhaled a weak voice and asked. "That's right." Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes slightly and said. As for the current situation, they really need Bian Que. If Bian Que really dies, they will fall into a dilemma of helplessness.

"Then why... should I tell you?" Bian Que's coldness did not change at all, and he continued to say in a weak voice. Zhang Liang looked at Bian Que's still face and said nothing. "I am a dying person... what's the need to talk nonsense to you?" Bian Que's voice was getting lower and lower, obviously his physical condition was getting worse and worse. Liu Bang's sword actually had severely damaged his life.

"You can no longer release the forbidden art "Reincarnation Day", but Ling Chi always needs someone to solve it. You won't hope to let it continue to brew like this until you evolve into a meaningless natural disaster that will endanger the world, right? You will always end all this." Zhang Liang looked at Bian Que's cold gaze and said seriously.

Bian Que slowly turned his cold eyes, stared at the huge dark cloud above his head, and breathed faintly, "That ancient book of Yan Ling was thrown in the air, let it hang on itself, then immediately pull the scarf on Bian Que's face with his left hand, and at the same time, he opened the medicine tube with his right hand, poured three blue potions into Bian Que's mouth in succession. Zhang Liang didn't know much about medical skills, but he was really anxious, so he found the medicine and immediately gave it to Bian Que to drink.

He didn't know if these medicines were really useful, but he hoped that even if it was a little useful, he couldn't let Bian Que die like this. Fortunately, after three tubes of blue potions flowed into Bian Que's body, they still had obvious medicinal effects. Soon, a bright luster flashed in Bian Que's cold eyes, and a hint of vitality also overflowed from his pale face. The faint breath was slightly filled, and Bian Que recovered slightly. However, blood was still slowly flowing out from his chest. And Zhang Liang also knew that the effect of this medicine was immediate. Although the reaction was obvious, it was not a treatment for the symptoms. The key was to use the magic method of medicine to save it.

"It's useless..." Bian Que said coldly, "Bian Que, I don't know why you have to give up your hope of survival. But I tell you, please live. Whether it's for this world or for yourself, please live."
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