The divine soldier who had turned into a monster saw his companion burned out, and roared but did not pounce on the Xihuang Venerable God. He pulled Zhu Chi out of the hidden cabinet and wrapped him in his arms. Zhu Chi watched as his body was stained with the monster's viscous liquid, eroding his skin bit by bit.

Meng Shu looked at him and gently lifted his sleeves, the scar that had fallen on 'Zhu Chi's body was now faintly visible, with faint rose-colored traces. Zhu Chi never knew when the birthmark-like scar on his body appeared, and he suddenly realized it.

"Look at his eyes!" Meng Shu whispered.

Zhu Chi looked along, and the monster was so serious that it revealed horror and confusion, as if it was afraid in the depths of his soul. Those eyes were clearly still the eyes of a divine soldier, but it couldn't control its body anymore.

The monster's body was bubbling up, and it smelled of stinky fish and rotten shrimp like a quagmire and swamp. The beaded curtain on the house shattered, and the flames beside him burst out. That monster seemed to be about to explode by itself, and it was going to die with Zhu Chi.

Xi Huang flew forward, and the flames in his hands turned into ropes trying to trap the struggling monster. I saw that the human-faced monster was not afraid, even if the fire ignited the body, it hugged the body of 'Zhu Chi' tightly and roared in a low voice.

"It must be controlling his body, and an overload of demonic power will cause it to explode. Meng Shu stared at the two of them tightly.

Xi Huang frowned, and the monster next to him turned into a monster, and the divine soldier who shed blood and tears and shouted with his four-legged cornice. "Let him go!" Xihuang yelled, but saw that the monster holding his son hostage was constantly getting bigger and darker, and his skin could no longer see a good place, and it began to festering and regenerating endlessly. His bloated body appeared to be liquid, seeping into the cracks in the floor. Hearing only a bang, Meng Shu closed his eyes nervously, Zhu Chi hugged him, and protected him with his body.

There is no fishy smell.

There was no expected flesh and blood flying.

Meng Shu closed her eyes tightly, but the light shrouded her.

Surrounded by two people embracing each other.

Meng Shu quietly opened his eyes and saw that Xihuang Venerable God's whole body exuded unspeakable divine power, pure and clean, and that little bit of white light absorbed the dirty darkness. The tattered flesh that exploded between the monstrous monster's whiskers stood in the air. 'Zhu Chi' fell asleep peacefully, as if the two of them had entered the room for the first time. The flame in Xihuang's hand was like a clear river, constantly surrounding 'Zhu Chi' and healing his wounds.

Meng Shu froze in place and muttered in a low voice: "No...... You can't ......."

She knew, she finally knew why Xihuang had only disappeared for so many years because she had not seen anyone...... He used his body to absorb the irrepressible demonic power little by little, like a noble and gorgeous container, constantly desperately pouring filthy mud into it. Meng Shu's eyes widened and he shouted, "No!"

In her hoarse voice, Xihuang wrinkled his brows, and the drops of victory in his eyes were snatched out of his sockets, he endured it for a long time, and he could see that he was enduring the severe pain, and he was about to lose it. He glanced at 'Zhu Chi', who was sleeping peacefully, if he couldn't absorb all the demonic power, then he would be devoured by the demonic power around him, and there would be no death or life, and his son would have no chance of survival.

But if he absorbs all the demonic power, the body loads, he will die.

Yes, he will die.

The demonic power will corrode itself little by little from the inside out, and his heart will gradually be hollowed out, leaving only Sensen's white bones exposed. There was a pool of blood under Xihuang's feet, but his eyes burned. In the storm, Zhu Chi's tears burst out of his eyes, and he looked at his father, who he had never met, calmly, gently, and voluntarily absorbing the demonic power.

Meng Shu broke out in a cold sweat and remembered to go crazy, but she also knew that she was powerless in the face of the established facts.

The demonic power turned into a stinger and pierced into the heart. Xihuang's flowing robe was dyed, and his eyelashes moved, as if his soul was gradually being polluted, turning into a bottomless pool. Xihuang was drenched in cold sweat, and finally when he finished fusing the last bit of demonic energy, he let out a scream of extreme pain.

It was so shocking that it made people's hearts tremble.

The flesh that stayed in mid-air fell to the ground, and it didn't hurt 'Zhu Chi' Fenhao.

Xi Huang's body burst out of the soles of his feet as if burning, his body was ignited inch by inch, and his pupils gradually lost focus. His long hair was loose, his delicate collarbones were covered with tiny wounds, and blood seeped out from under his skin. He desperately wanted to go, wanted to hold his son's hand, but in an instant, he was about to turn into a cloud.

Zhu Chi stepped forward and held Xihuang's outstretched hands tightly.

He called out, "Father." ”

Xihuang seemed to hear it, and he laughed and said, "Are you awake?"

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Turned into a wisp of gold dust and fluttered in the wind.

Zhu Chi pursed his lips, looking at his empty hand, his body trembling. It was impossible for him to reunite with his father in his life, but now he finally knew what his father looked like.

"Demon power. Meng Shu said lightly.

"What?"

"Demon power. She repeated.

Zhu Chi looked at a layer of purple demonic power on his body, which seemed to protect him. In the blink of an eye, suddenly the hairpin that had just entered the door rushed straight into the man's chest, faintly fused into the heart of 'Zhu Chi'. Meng Shu hurriedly stepped forward and looked back at the man puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"I don't know. "He couldn't figure out the situation either.

Everything that happens here, he doesn't know cause and effect.

Meng Shu took a deep breath, "Let's go back, let's go back ......"

Suddenly, the surrounding space distorted, and the soles of his feet swayed as if he was stepping on the soft sea, and Meng Shu protected Zhu Chi with an unsteady hand. Everything around her gradually lost its color, and she could only hear the sound of Zhu Chi Dong knocking on his chest, and the two were so close that Meng Shu's cheeks were dyed crimson.

"What's going on?"

All was silent.

The surroundings were changing, a cloud of dust, and everything in front of me just now was just an illusion.

In the distance, a woman walked with a ruddy duck egg face, wearing a long dress embroidered with ice blue embroidered yellow hibiscus flowers, and wearing a lake blue colorful flowers and grass pattern tulle rain silk brocade. The flowing hair is inserted with a ruby flower inlaid with shells and hanging pearls, and the whole person can see that he is good. The woman approached the two of them and looked at them for a few moments.

"Dare you ask, where is this, who are you?"

"Too often. He smiled.

Meng Shu was stunned, "Too often Niangniang?"

"Exactly. Her voice seemed to come from far away.