When the spell landed, an unbreakable barrier was automatically generated, automatically protecting the three gods and demons Li Mian Ao Ling, and the rest of the cultivators were furious when they saw that they couldn't cut them, and they continued to attack the barrier, but to no avail.

Li Mian and Ao Ling are still fighting.

Seeing that Ao Ling barely had room for a battle, the three demon gods breathed a sigh of relief. The exhausted pig did not quit and simply slid down the barrier and sat down.

Gasping for air.

The position he leaned against was only separated by a transparent wall from the red-eyed people of the Four Seas Alliance.

The battle situation was barely stable, Ying Xiaochuan relaxed a little, and controlled the Lingshuang Sword to come to the butterfly demon, facing him from a distance, with a cold expression.

Unexpectedly.

This turned out to be the worst outcome.

Ying Xiaochuan looked at the butterfly demon quietly.

sighed silently, he didn't expect so many people, and in the end, he was the only one left, facing this monster alone.

People say that butterflies are beautiful, but this butterfly is full of evil spirits, and it is so ugly.

Well...... It's ugly.

Ying Xiaochuan closed his eyes and summoned the little golden wheel.

The little golden wheel lying quietly in the pouch, feeling the call, immediately flew out of the mouth of the pouch and appeared on the palm of Ying Xiaochuan's hand.

For a time, the light was in full bloom.

Between heaven and earth, only he is the center.

Li Mian and Ao Ling, who were beating you to death, stopped attacking in unison and looked up.

The cultivators who frantically attacked the enchantment also stopped, and looked at it with a dull and reverent look.

It seems that where the light source is, it is the faith in their hearts.

Ying Xiaochuan didn't know that at this moment, his whole body was covered with powerful power.

Even the butterfly demon, who had previously disdained his arrival, suddenly sensed the crisis and looked at it suddenly.

The golden wheel rotated on Ying Xiaochuan's side, so that a layer of pale golden light enveloped his body, like the arrival of a god, like the arrival of a Buddha.

Mutter!!

A shrill cry. The butterfly has no sound, but this monster has a soul-stirring voice, it screams angrily and violently, and it wants to crush this person under the dust.

Ying Xiaochuan stared at the small golden wheel flying around his body, it carefully pasted over, as if he was tempting, and as if he was showing goodwill, the light of the golden wheel shone on his body, like a lover's gentle soothing.

It's weird.

He obviously used this golden wheel for the first time, why did he feel a strange and familiar feeling out of thin air in his heart?

Inexplicably, he felt that he could easily control the golden wheel, as if this golden wheel had accompanied him for countless years and was an inseparable part of his body.

Ying Xiaochuan's gaze gradually softened, and he whispered, "Wheel Treasure ......"

Mutter!!!

Mutter!!!!

The demon butterfly's angry screams intensified.

It turned out that it was it that when it saw the golden wheel appearing, it was terrified in its heart, so it kept screaming sharply.

It also forced it to focus all its attention and attack power at Ying Xiaochuan. The pressure of the sky was rolling, and the smile on the corner of Ying Xiaochuan's mouth froze, and he felt a pain in his chest, and he was almost distracted.

This demon's power is really strong, just coercion, which makes him feel strained. Ying Xiaochuan's anger rose sharply in his heart, and he roared in a low voice: "Lunbao, go!"

The golden wheel understood, instantly turned into a golden light, and spun towards the huge butterfly demon, the golden light penetrated the butterfly demon's left wing, tearing its wings, and then turned around, spinning back to Ying Xiaochuan's side.

Bouncing, a burst of joy.

I don't know why, Ying Xiaochuan actually understood its meaning.

It's saying, "Look, I'm great! I can be even better!"

Ying Xiaochuan couldn't help but smile.

However, on the other side, the demon butterfly that was hit hard was crazy!

Its eyes erupted with hatred, and its body began to exude an even more eerie aura, and even the shape of its body became distorted and strange.

Ying Xiaochuan looked at its reaction in surprise, and an incredible thought crossed his heart: Could it be that it is preparing to die with them?

Even more surprising followed.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the body of the demon butterfly is rapidly shrinking and aging, but after this strange situation, there is a surging force, like a frenzy that sweeps everything, bursting out in all directions.

Worst!

It's ready to play and die!

Ying Xiaochuan was caught off guard, and even avoided it, and was the first to be swallowed by the power of the butterfly demon.

As if someone had taken out his soul from his body and put it back in, Ying Xiaochuan's eyes widened, and he knelt on the Lingshuang Sword in embarrassment.

Burst......

A mouthful of turbid blood gushed out.

The chest cavity was concussive, and the pain was not only in one place, but the whole body was crying out for pain. But the saddest part is not the body, but the mind.

He gasped for air.

There was a mess in my head.

Countless fragmented images come to mind.

Along with these fragmentary images, there are countless people he is familiar with. Seeing them, for some reason, his eyes became inexplicably hot.

The distraught emotions exploded in his brain, and the memories poked at his heart like pins and needles, and the pain was so painful that he didn't want to look at it.

But there was no way, it was as if someone's fingers forcibly opened his two eyelids, forced his head, and his face fixed in front of the TV.

The man stood in front of the young and powerless him and warned him: look at it, finish it, or else everything you hold dear will come to naught.

"Xiaochuan, why are you fighting with your classmates again?" his father sat at the dining table, slapped the table angrily, and scolded him with his head and face.

"I didn't fight with him, it was obviously his hand that made the first move, why are you scolding me, have you ever understood the truth? You just scolded me!" the young man stood in front of his father, not only did he not repent, but he also roared back with confidence.

"You, you're mad at me!" the father grabbed the rattan from the table and stood up, grabbed it and whipped it his back.

One time.

Two clicks.

He clenched his palms and tried his best to hold back the pain, and there was no grievance on his small face, full of hatred that was not understood.

Suddenly, he exploded in anger and pushed him out. The father was defenseless, staggered back, accidentally stepped on the rattan that fell on the ground, leaned back and slipped out, the back of his head hit the table, and he couldn't get up immediately.

He stood there dumbfounded, as if frightened.

Blood poured out of the back of his father's head, and his father looked at him in disappointment, and he didn't dare to move.

It didn't take long for my father to die.

My father spent a whole month in the intensive care unit, spending all the family's savings, but it didn't save his life.

On the day of her father's funeral, Fan Shulan looked haggard and looked at him with red eyes: "Do you know why I want to hide the true cause of your father's death from everyone?"