From brutal to weak, after completely changing a state, King Xiaoyue clenched his pants tightly, timid, looking particularly weak, as if he was just a child who had just been involved in the world.

He blinked his big eyes, pitiful, and his two watery purple pupils looked at He Zhuang and said, "Big brother, it's not me, it's not me who did it, I... That's not ...... me."

Speaking of this, his eyes shimmered, hazy rain and mist lingered, tears were dotted, and then he lowered his head and looked at He Zhuang again.

"This ...... Yes...... I don't care, Wu Yan is my good brother, he is now on the verge of death, the primordial flame is about to be extinguished, you must bring him back!"

Wu Yan was crazy, drooping his head, looking at King Xiaoyue with a fierce expression, his eyes seemed to be on fire, Jingguang said, and scolded King Xiaoyue with a face.

On the jade (chuáng) like white sheep fat, Wu Yan's (shēn) body was blown to pieces, his hands, feet, arms and legs were broken one after another bloody holes, his mouth and stomach were full of blood flowers, sticky dark blood continued to flow out, and his face was even more blurry, and the blood (ròu) was stuck together, and he couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

The bones that exuded a shiny luster also fell apart, and they were scattered horizontally, like a pile of chaotic bones next to the bone grave, and some of them were even mutilated, damaged, or even broken, and they didn't know where to go.

Now Wu Yan's state is really miserable, it can be said that he is not human, he doesn't even look like a living being, he is properly like a lonely ghost who has suffered boundless calamities in hell.

He Zhuang was anxious beside him, wandering back and forth, pacing, and then looking at King Xiaoyue viciously, or Olnie and Sayaleng next to him, and finally looked at Wu Yan with a worried face, muttering something in his mouth.

Olnie and Sayalen, two high-level intelligent beings, look at me, I look at you, and they also show helplessness, you know, they are not involved in this matter (qíng) at all, and they are purely passers-by, and they are completely innocent.

Then He Zhuang looked at the two of them and said eagerly: "Don't you know what kind of technology, since you can clone a monk with a few drops of blood, can you save Wu Yan now?!"

Saya shook his head coldly, and said helplessly: "Cultivator, although we can save injuries that are even more serious than this, but it is only limited to ordinary beings, and there is nothing we can do for cultivators, we can't save it at all, and that clone is just a cloned substance without a soul, and it is not a concept at all." ”

"Ah......h

He Zhuang looked up to the sky and roared, his black hair fluttered wildly, his black eyes turned into a pair of blood, and he was murderous and majestic, and then walked in the direction of King Xiaoyue.

"King Xiaoyue!"

He Zhuang seemed to have fallen into a demon, as if he wanted to kill all the enemies in the world, and the terrifying aura of Zhou (shēn) continued to spread, and his Buddha (xìng) all turned into nothingness in that moment, transforming into a murderous monk full of curses.

"You humiliated us before, and now you have killed them all, do you take pleasure in humiliating others?!"

"I ......"

"Wu Yan is dead, and I don't plan to live anymore, poor Xiaoli...... I can't keep my promise because I'm going to fight to the death now!"

"May there be a chance to see you again in the next life......"

He Zhuang sighed sadly, and at the same time (shēn) continued to run the True Fire Technique, and began to kill King Xiaoyue.

Fortunately, King Xiao Yue had already isolated his magic and other supernatural powers from the interior of the spaceship, otherwise, no matter how strong the spaceship was, it would cause a big vibration, and it was more likely to cause the system to malfunction, causing it to lose its necessary functions.

Olnie and Sayalen were also protected by a special energy, they were very surprised, they didn't expect that the little Yue King would actually save their lives, this is simply the sun coming out in the west!

"Ahh

He Zhuang roared and said, "Come here!"

He said what he said, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and a line of red and blood-like true fire lingered on his fist print, and then, with a wave of the big fist, the terrifying power exploded, as if it was an incomparable fist light, rushing out from He Zhuang's hand, and killing directly towards King Xiaoyue.

Although Xiao Yue Wang looked weak now, and his weak and short child's body (shēn) was different from the previous court, with a slight wave of his palm, the fist light towards him suddenly dissipated, as if he had entered another invisible space, and he did not touch a single hair on Xiao Yue Wang (shēn) at all.

"Alas...... Big brother, I really didn't do it......"

At this time, King Xiaoyue sighed, shook his head and looked at He Zhuangdao.

In fact, He Zhuang and Xiao Yue Wang only saw this different Xiao Yue King not long ago when Wu Yan suffered a disaster, but they all thought that this was just another hobby of his, just having fun, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

But now the performance of Xiao Yue Wang is also extremely weird, as if he has changed a person, if the scarlet eyes of Xiao Yue King earlier represent evil, then now this Xiao Yue King with purple eyes is likely to represent good.

However, no one deliberately paid attention to all this, because Wu Yan was dying, and their attention was all on Wu Yan (shēn) in this weak state.

"It's not you, then why did Wu Yan get out of this broken thing, we can't come back to this broken thing until he is dying, and then you are willing to take him back, isn't this the style of fun you always like?!"

He Zhuang snorted coldly, without the slightest intention of letting go of King Xiao Yue, in his opinion, King Xiao Yue let Wu Yan fight with that mysterious woman for his perverted pleasure, in fact, it was also done to humiliate them and belittle them.

Olnie and Sayaren watched silently, without saying a word, after all, they were no match for the monks, and they had no right to speak at all.

When King Xiaoyue heard this, he took a deep look at He Zhuang: "Big brother, the person before is indeed not me, and my name is not King Xiaoyue, in fact, I and King Xiaoyue are two completely different people." ”

He Zhuang was unrelenting, and he was still angry at this time, so he scolded angrily: "It doesn't matter what your relationship is with King Xiaoyue, in my opinion, you are King Xiaoyue, what is good and what is evil, it is just your excuse!"

King Xiaoyue glanced at He Zhuang, and after hearing him scolding like this, he didn't get angry, but said with a hint of weakness: "You (ài) believe it or not, anyway, I and that King Xiaoyue are opposites, he represents evil, and I represent good, the two are opposed to each other, and they can't speak with the same person at all." ”

"I don't care! Wu Yan is dead, I don't have any meaning in living, he treats me so well, my brother who regards death as home, I want to avenge you!"

He Zhuang yelled, and then attacked the world angrily, without a trace of hesitation.

King Xiao Yue shook his head and sighed, "Alas...... Big brother, then don't blame me......"

After that, King Xiao Yue's right hand pressed the void, and with a buzzing sound, it was like an invisible light slapping towards He Zhuang's primordial spirit, shaking He Zhuang for a while before stopping.

And at this time, He Zhuang was already dizzy, and he fell to the ground without saying a word, and was stunned by the strange magic power of King Xiaoyue.

Olnie and Saye Leng were surprised, looking at the little Yue King at this moment, they were even more sure in their hearts that what he said before was indeed the truth, otherwise, how could the Xiao Yue King, who represented evil, let them go?!

"Dear (ài), do you see?"

"See, it's weird, it's like two souls are symbiotic, or rather, two personalities standing side by side?"

"However, the personality of the cultivator has always been one, and there can be no second personality, otherwise it will be a suicidal path, and the future will be bleak, and only two souls will coexist, or split into two, will there be such a manifestation......

“.........”

Olni and Sayalen were communicating in their minds, expressing their own unique opinions, and the more they talked, the more amazing they became, and they felt that the cultivator (shēn) in front of them might have a different chance.

King Xiao Yue was as weak as a child, then slowly walked over, came to the jade (chuáng) like white sheep fat, looked at Wu Yan's broken (ròu) (shēn), shook his head and said: "Alas, big brother, your injury is caused by the evil (shēn) in my body, now, let me pay back this cause and effect, you hold on, otherwise it will be a failure......"

This sentence, both on the surface and internally, was transmitted to Wu Yan's near-death consciousness word by word through the great supernatural powers, which made Wu Yan in a state of confusion shake his spirits.

He was startled, he felt as if he was dead, although he didn't see any space from heaven and hell, but he could hear a distant and simple bell ringing, and there were chanting like gods and demons praying and sacrificing, the sound of scriptures kept ringing, and more clearly, there was also a child's voice in his ears, like a voice from outside the world, suspended above his mind, every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds, like a mountain pressing on the top.

At this moment, he (shēn) was above a vast and boundless void, no matter was suspended, everywhere was dim, and the luster was faint, as if he was trapped in a strange world, and he couldn't escape if he wanted to.

This is...... I...... Where am I?!

Where am I, the place of darkness and depth, the land of emptiness (dàng)?

Is it hell, or is it heaven?

No joy and no worries, no pain and no sense, what does it feel like?

Without any ** and thoughts, without everything, the past, once, now, everything is nothing, it doesn't exist, it dissipates, the vanity turns into dust, and it is gone......

I'm Wu Yan, where am I (shēn)......

Remember, when I finally touched the edge of the Great Avenue Fire, and after entering the demon, I released the last mana......

Fate, does it exist?

Wu Yan sat in the void, not wanting to read it, every word seemed to come out of him naturally, without a trace of obsession.