Gu Fangyan suddenly came back to his senses as if he had been awakened, all in cold sweat.

It was as if he had sunk into a nightmare that had no beginning or end, like a bottomless abyss, and he kept falling like a doll with a broken thread, passing through the longest hell in a dead silence.

The nerves in the brain were like being scalded by red-hot iron tongs, and Gu Fangyan squatted on the ground with his head covered, and an unknown whisper kept sounding in his ears, which didn't look like a human at all, cold to the bone, as if it came from the deepest part of the earth.

A tide of utter despair struck him, shattering his already fragile nerves. The wails of those dead souls penetrated into his eardrums through the millennia, and each sound was so bitter and sad that he couldn't help but want to cry.

There were strange fluctuations in the air, and Gu Fangyan felt that everything around him had become a little unreal, but he didn't know what was wrong. He struggled to his feet, and walked towards the door of the warehouse, step by step.

When he finally stood in the open doorway, what happened outside shattered his original worldview.

Before Gu Fangyan knew those exorcists, he had always been a social teenager with three views and normal thoughts, until he met Ling Chenxuan on that rainy night, that guy was standing in the deepest part of the alley wearing a long windbreaker, hanging a long knife, his eyes were eternal, and he was in a mess. Since then, Gu Fangyan's worldview has gradually begun to crumble, and he is worried that one day his three views will be worn out like a camel crushed by straw.

But he was wrong, God didn't let him wait until the day when he was crushed to death by straw, everything at this moment had completely collapsed his worldview, and there was not even scum left.

Gu Fangyan gasped slightly, he felt that his soul had been deprived of something, and the Heavenly Spirit Gai was trembling as if he had been struck by lightning.

The night sky was covered in darkness by a huge black tower rising from the ground, but it seemed to be burning with stars. But if you look closely, you will see that they are not actually stars, and there are countless stone walls suspended in the sky, like parts responsible for activating some kind of giant mechanism, each stone wall is running in an orderly manner, and they are all wrapped with a faint blue floating light, like fire but without any temperature. Countless stone walls almost set the night ablaze, like dying meteors, revealing cold and terrifying wreckage.

There was a huge shadow in mid-air, Gu Fangyan had an impression of that figure, the moment the white-haired man put on the bracelet before, he was also as hideous as a Shura ghost!

At this moment, the devil is hanging high in the air in defiance of physical principles, his black wind is like a big flag, with the majesty of oppression of heaven and earth, you can only look up and see the demon god-like figure like a god.

The devil who escaped from hell represents the opposite of God, who is as powerful as God and who rules death and is immortal.

Under his guidance, the huge black tower emitted a floating light that symbolized destruction, everything was between the real and the unreal, and Gu Fangyan even suspected that the world in front of him was crumbling, and the underworld would rise from the ruins.

The scene before him was solemn and solemn like a ceremony, and the king would be the messenger of the ceremony, chanting the mantra of excesses in front of the idol, his movements extremely solemn and slow, powerful and graceful.

No one knows what will happen after the ritual is completed, and perhaps the world will be turned upside down, and the kingdom of the dead will tear apart the space and return from the void in an irreversible manner!

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The skulls of the undead in the yin wind opened exaggeratedly, and dark blue flames poured out, and they were as hideous as demons in the torrential rain.

The bright blade flickered in the darkness, cutting through the wind and rain sharply. Ling Chenxuan wielded a long knife to cut through the bodies of the undead, their armor was too heavy and hard, and it was usually difficult to penetrate them with a single sword, so he specially picked those key parts, which were enough to deprive the enemy of most of their ability to move in the shortest possible time.

Usually the most vulnerable part of these undead is the spine, which is the blind spot of armor protection, and the bones are brittle and thin enough to be cut with a single knife. Without the sensing of the nerve center, the undead will be like an insect with a severed head, and will lose all combat effectiveness in an instant.

Another head flew in the air, Ling Chenxuan's slashing was extremely accurate, and he was preemptive, his methods were extremely cruel and decisive, the blade wrapped in thunder chips was as sharp as a laser, the incision was blazing red everywhere it went, and the hard armor was flipped over.

His range of action has always been around Cheng Xinuo, and the distance between the two is imminent. Cheng Xinuo's combat ability plummeted because of the backlash of yang blood, but Nan Nizi did not show weakness and loved to be reckless. At first, Ling Chenxuan was reluctant to let her kill him again, but Cheng Xinuo's decisive expression was determined to die with him, just because of the young man who had already died.

To be honest, Ling Chenxuan was extremely annoyed now, he had never been so angry, the knife in his hand was also decisive and violent, and his mind was clear, just chopping, cutting everything in front of him.

It doesn't matter if he accompanies Luo Fan to die tonight, but Cheng Xinuo can't, it's a responsibility and an agreement. Responsibility is the responsibility of being a senior, and an agreement is an agreement as a friend.

Ling Chenxuan understood that if she died, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life, so she couldn't die.

Luo Fan was also fighting, his spinning hilt sword light swirled like the wind, the thick black mist bloomed in the rain, and countless undead fell, but more undead surged towards them.

They were already on the verge of extreme danger, the number of enemies was endless, and the only thing they could rely on at the moment was the Yang blood on the verge of collapse and the hilt of the knife in their hands. Ling Chenxuan had almost used up all the newly purchased spirit runes, and the spirit runes in the sky were flying in the rain curtain, and the restless elements exploded in the air, but they could only temporarily resist the frantic attacks of the undead.

The only killer weapon was the blasting talisman, and Ling Chenxuan had several on him, but he didn't dare to use it. A blaster is as powerful as a military mine, and if it is used rashly in such a closed space, the huge flames that may burst will not affect them, but the air wave of the shock wave can easily be swept to the ground. They can't fall, and if they do, they may not be able to get up again.

"Luo Fan!" Ling Chenxuan yelled at him, "Think of a way!"

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and under the mental manipulation of the general, these undead no longer attacked in disorder, and their every move was purposeful, consuming their physical strength like insects and ants devouring leaves.

"I must get close to the king!" Luo Fan shouted at him, and the only way they could communicate with each other was the roar of hissing, the explosion of fire, and the clanging of tangential metal.

"What can you do if you get closer, there's no chance of winning!" Ling Chenxuan's fighting figure passed by Luo Fan, and the long clothes behind them flew in the wind and rain, invisibly conveying a certain tacit understanding, like a dance partner who is about to break up.

A grand dance of death, the two of them drew their knives extremely smoothly the moment they turned around, the narrow blades brushed away the rain curtain, and the next moment several undead exploded in the sword light.

Cheng Xinuo's wheezing sound became more and more obvious, her whole body was in pain everywhere, her head was about to crack, and the blood in her body was restless and violent, devouring every inch of flesh and blood. The tearing pain was particularly clear in the rain, and the tears were about to come out.

"Don't care so much! Cover me!" Luo Fan raised his knife and yelled, his whole body exuding a strong smell of blood. There were several more blood marks on his body, which made it even more hideous, and there was a kind of fanatical violence in his breath.

Ling Chenxuan looked at Luo Fan who rushed towards the king general in astonishment, no one could understand his actions at the moment, as if he was going to die generously, but also as if he was bound to win.

Several spirit runes flew towards the charging Luo Fan under Ling Chenxuan's thoughts, the power of these spirit runes in the realm of the spirit array was tempered to the extreme, every trace of spiritual power was enough to stir up the wind and rain, and the power they released created enough range of movement for Luo Fan.

Luo Fan soared into the air on Pagani again, his figure distorted by the high speed of movement.

The king will get closer and closer to him, but Luo Fan's jump height is obviously not enough, and he begins to fall in mid-air, his body falling downwards in free fall.

A horde of undead surged underfoot, and if nothing else, Luo Fan would eventually predictably fall into the horde of undead and be torn to pieces.

Ling Chenxuan's gaze followed Luo Fan who was falling, of course he didn't believe that Luo Fan would make such an irrational move, but at this moment, he really felt that the reckless young man was going to die.

Luo Fan suddenly threw out a spirit rune towards the floating king general, Ling Chenxuan had never seen such a spirit rune, and the trajectory it swept out was extremely light, exuding a dim halo.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth fell silent, and only the spirit rune silently cut through the void. It was slight, but nothing could stop it, the storm, the thunder, and nothing outside could extinguish the faint brilliance it emitted.

As a reserve member of the crusade group, Luo Fan certainly has his own hole cards.

As the only collective organization approved by the headquarters, the Raid Group gathered the most cutting-edge exorcist elites of the entire Dao Alliance, who had undergone extremely rigorous training and experienced the crusade mission of nine deaths. Only these people are the real assassins who roam the tip of the knife, the thugs who kill and wipe blood!

Unlike all exorcists, they are faced with the king, the supreme ruler of the underworld, and in a sense these monsters can be summed up as gods. And their mission is to bring these demon gods back to hell.

Usually a raid team consists of eight members, each of whom plays an irreplaceable role in the mission. Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, each represents a serial number, the eight serial numbers are combined into a whole, and the eight symbols are condensed into a hexagram array.

Although he is only a preparatory member, Luo Fan actually already has his own serial number, the serial number is "Li", heaven and earth, wind, thunder, water, volcanoes, and Ze, Li represents fire.

The Soul Charm struck lightning bolts in the air, leaving the hexagram and returning to the formation, like a wooden stake being nailed into a fixed groove.

The burst of yang energy in the air shook all the undead in the realm, and their bodies froze in the rain, looking up at the vast rainy night. These undead do not theoretically feel fear, they do not even have an independent personality, but this fear at this moment is deep in the soul, the most primitive and purest instinct.

Wang Jiang's figure froze slightly, and even an existence of his level was aware of the fear, he glanced at it, and the cold killing intent surged upside down, almost covering the clouds and rain.

But he didn't take action, the ritual continued, and from the beginning it could no longer be stopped, and the king would open his arms in the void of the polar night, like a transcendent master holding a cross in his hand to mourn the dead.