"What are you going to do in your country?" Diapolo, who looked surprised, stood at the highest point of a tower, and his inquiring eyes were on Bai Youyou who was standing far away from him.

Because he was standing at his current position, he could see that in the sky not far away, three transport aircraft were slowly flying towards him with iron ropes, dragging a thick bronze coffin.

Diapolo gave him excellent vision assured by his dragon bloodline. The three transport aircraft dragged under a coffin. Regardless of the shape and proportions, or the rusty metal outside, they were all present, indicating that it was a bronze coffin that had been in existence for a long time.

"That is the foundation of the country!" Bai Youyou looked at Diapolo, surrounded by Yingying, but still explained.

"Ingredient?" Diapolo was completely confused at this time, "What is lying inside?"

"The deadline is approaching, use the secret technique to seal the last breath of energy and retain the power of a battle." Bai Youyou did not intend to hide it because he had to rely on the power of Diapolo.

"Do you want to try to use the source of life to pull back this martial master?" At this time, Diapolo's face was quite exciting. Things were out of his control.

Because once this martial master is really rescued, he will know with his feet that he will not want to save 80% of the distribution rights. Even the upper class of the country will not stand him up.

"This kind of attempt is not reliable! The deadline is approaching, no matter how much you make up for it, you can't get it?"

"That's right, if it's really a long time, nothing will be useful. But if martial arts practice, fighting for victory, ordinary warriors do not have the best way to cultivate, there are many people who die halfway, but even so, martial arts practice will still harm themselves.

In ancient books, it is recorded that the master of warriors is a thousand years old. However, most martial masters live to half of their theoretical age, and their blood and energy begin to decline, and they will uncontrollably go downhill."

Bai Youyou didn't agree with Diapolo's words.

"So, I don't want to change my fate against the will of heaven. We just want to try it out, whether you can use the life source quality you extracted to supplement the original essence that Wu Zun consumed in the fight, so that Wu Zun can live to the age he deserves."

"Yeah." Diapolo looked solemn and nodded slowly. Whether it was to extend his life or extend his life, it was no different for him. Once he succeeded, he would inevitably face great pressure.

"Your Highness Mu, don't worry too much. The martial masters have joined forces to kill two disaster-level monsters in the past two days. The corpses of the two monsters are already transported over, and they will all belong to you and will be distributed by you.

The one I have kept now, because you have burned it, is just half a monster, and then all the life essences extracted will belong to that old venerable."

"Yeah." Diapolo was not too happy to hear that two more monster corpses were about to be sent over.

However, even though he was worried, Diapolo could only wait quietly for the development of the situation, hoping that the refinement of the life source should not be too magical, otherwise his trouble would be great by then.

But the reality is that the more he doesn't want anything to happen, the more he will happen.

Two days later, under the gaze of the Zhengguo military and several martial masters who came here deliberately, Diapolo lit the remains of the monster that had been parked at the airport for three days with scarlet fire.

The strange scarlet fire leaped on the remains of the monster, madly devouring the remaining essence in the monster's corpse, decomposing the impurities in it, leaving only the purest part.

"Can you all solve my doubts? I am a person who is surviving. Although he has not yet reached the peak of his past, he is not a dying person. I wonder what kind of rare treasures you have used on me?"

After chatting for a while, Jiang Zikong asked curiously, he knew what his body looked like. If he had any help, he would not lie in the coffin.

He originally thought that this time he woke up was to release his last breath of blood and show his peak combat power, just for the peerless youth of that moment.

As a result, there was no enemy that needed him to sublimate himself, but his own blood and energy had recovered a lot. It was incredible. If Wu Zun's qi and blood were really easy to recover, there wouldn't be so many secret techniques for extending his life.

"Oh, senior, I don't know. The reason why you can recover again depends on who you are."

With the introduction of those martial masters, Jiang Zikong's eyes naturally fell on Diapolo. Then, the old man who attracted the attention of the audience walked to Diapolo, then bowed down and gave a big gift.

"What are you doing?" Diapolo sideways and frowned. He hated such curves and things that were the most circling. If he didn't pay attention, he would offend people.

"His Highness Mu is recreated by my husband's kindness, and I should receive a gift from me." The old man turned stubbornly and insisted on worshiping Diapolo.

"I'm using money to do business, you don't need to do that."

"It should be."

"You..." After avoiding this twice, Diapolo became impatient and simply stopped moving, asking the old man to thank him for a big week.

"Now you're satisfied!"

"Satisfied." Jiang Zikong smiled, like an old chrysanthemum. "If Your Highness Mu needs my help in the future, please tell me that I will help you with all my strength."

"No, don't you see those two monster wrecks? They are all mine, that's the price for me to take action." Diapolo felt a little unbearable.

"They count them, I count them mine. I, Jiang Zikong, acted openly throughout my life, and would like to be revenge. I would repay you with kindness and revenge if you have kindness to me."

"Okay, okay, I will call you if I need it." Diapolo really couldn't stand it anymore and could only accept it. Otherwise, he would feel that this old man could have a day off with him.

"Well, if nothing happens, I'll go there first."

"Well, okay, please, Your Highness." Jiang Zikong looked at the curious and fearful girls around Diapolo and bowed again.

"Senior Jiang, why do you have to be so polite to that alien? He just spat out of fire from beginning to end."

After Diapolo walked away, the martial masters surrounded Jiang Zikong. One of them was quite puzzled and could not understand why Jiang Zikong was so polite.

"But that whisper is the key to my being able to stand here and chat with you. You don't accept this affection, but I want to admit it." Jiang Zikong shook his head and looked solemn.

"Here, Mr. Jiang, look, we have prepared two and a half of the corpses of the disaster beast this time. Half of the extracted life source substances awaken you, and the rest belongs to that person."

"Well, that's the source of life?" Jiang Zikong narrowed his eyes and watched Diapolo ignite a corpse of a disaster beast with scarlet fire, and strands of blood rose.

"That's right, you always wake up because of things. Such a wonderful thing, we only get 20% of it in bloody battles, and this alien species accounts for 80%. How unfair?"

"Hey, you kid, you are sow discord in front of me, and you are only 80% of the distribution. Don't you all belong to my juniors in the country if you can't afford it? What's the injustice?" Jiang Zikong heard it and didn't agree.

"The result of our death-fighting is 80% to others. None of us, our descendants, can share one or two of them. Is this fair?"

"Well? The government, or this highness, has it ever said that our descendants are not allowed to receive this kind of favor?" Jiang Zikong turned around and questioned the people in front of him.

"No." Several martial masters looked at each other, then shook their heads. It seemed that the Zhengguo side had never said anything.
Chapter completed!