"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I will definitely take you out of this place!" Han Zigui didn't know how many times he had said this, from being full of confidence and firmness at the beginning to becoming a little disbelieving even himself in the end. 『』

The oasis was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the creatures hidden in the jungle became brutal at the whispering spell, and they began to kill each other, they tore and wrestled and turned into plasma and melted into the blood-colored light curtain.

The air was filled with the terrible aura of ferocity, slaughter, destruction, and burial, and the roar and scream of billions of creatures before death could be faintly heard, filled with endless unwillingness, anger and despair.

There is a long river in the depths of the earth, mighty and mighty, making a loud sound of turbulent waves, and the river is flowing with Yin Hong's viscous plasma, and countless white bones in the plasma float and sway.

In the luxurious and gloomy Heavenly Demon Temple, there is a majestic altar of hundreds of miles in size, which is carved with a hideous corpse, a giant several feet high, a demonic beast nearly 100 meters in size, a human saint with white wings behind him, an abyss demon with black scale armor, and a Buddha monk ...... shining with golden light around him. The reason why he called them corpses was because he knew very well that these people had died at his hands, and that the Heavenly Demon had nailed them to them with his own hands.

In the depths of the ancient desert, the endless yellow sand was swept up in the black wind, and it roared fiercely, it was the unwilling roar of the soul.

He didn't know why the Heavenly Demon had created these sins, but if the sins of the previous life needed to be redeemed in this life, then what he had done in this life was far from enough to redeem him.

The blood-colored altar here is just a small doppelganger of the Heavenly Demon Altar, and the place where the altar is located must be a dead land, and the Heavenly Demon Temple is silent somewhere, and he must go out and destroy this altar that destroys all things.

If the Heavenly Demon Blood Altar is not removed, the soul of the Heavenly Demon will never be destroyed and will never decay, and the energy absorbed by the altar will automatically supply the Heavenly Demon's body, and the spirit will not disperse, and the soul will not dissipate.

The soul of the Heavenly Demon is the main killing, the cruelty of the shadow, the bloodlust of the night, if he doesn't have the edification and kindness of Master Rulai, maybe he advocates ruining Miè.

All qiē are reincarnations of cause and effect, but if you want retribution, then retribution can be retribution on me alone, Xiaoxiao is innocent.

"Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid, I'll take you out, we will definitely be able to get out!" Han Zigui turned around calmly, holding Emperor Xiaoxiao and striding in the direction of the altar, he was one of the incarnations of the Heavenly Demon, the Blood Altar was his altar, and the exit from this place of death must be on the side of the altar.

After Han Zigui lowered his head and gently glanced at Emperor Xiaoxiao, who was still sleeping in his arms, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and he took a steady step firmly, suppressing the violent demonic nature in his heart and moving forward.

The qi and blood in his body flowed wildly, Han Zigui's body was rippling with a terrifying aura that should not belong to him, his blood-colored eyes lit up like a dark night star, calm and calm, all he had in his heart was resolute belief.

He must take her out of here! Even if the original mind of Ming Xuan is transformed into a demon, he must take her away. He wouldn't let her die.

Tired!

Deeply tired, as Han Zigui got closer to the Blood Altar, Emperor Xiaoxiao's consciousness became weaker, and she wanted to fall into a deep sleep in the constant shaking.

Di Xiaoxiao tried hard to stay awake, and she felt Han Zigui's deep panic when she was vague. He carried her and wandered in the sound of muttering incantations that were getting more and more urgent, with no direction, no goal, and he who she had always thought of as calm and self-contained was already in a big mess.

At this time, she did not try her best to think about the words that ridiculed him, her consciousness could still feel it shallowly, the surroundings began to turn dark red, the air became viscous and thin, and the lonely, irritable, and desperate feelings were infinitely amplified by this rapid whisper.

Even her super divine consciousness and will can be wiped out, she thinks that even if Han Zigui's mind is firmer than her, she can't support it for a long time, right?

Would she be happy if the two of them died here like this?

No, she hasn't married Han Zigui yet, they haven't gone to the end of the world together to fight the sword, she doesn't want to die like this, she can't sleep like this, she has to wake up and tell Sù Zigui, the birth gate is under the blood altar.

Strong desire to survive, hope, let Emperor Xiaoxiao run the mental method of refining the gods, the body was imprisoned, and the soul seemed to be blocked, but she thought that her divine consciousness had been awake, indicating that the resistance of the divine consciousness to the blood altar was more obvious.

Sure enough, her analysis was right, although her divine sense was already relatively weak, it did not affect the operation of the fetal breath refining god, the fetal breath operated in a circle, and time passed little by little.

I don't know how long later, Di Xiaoxiao's eyelids suddenly trembled slightly, as if there was a thousand catties of weight pressed on them, she struggled for a long time, and finally slowly opened a slight gap.

She saw the figure in her heart again, the stones are like jade, the pines are like emerald, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world. No, now there are also sunsets and shadows as gorgeous as Zigui. No, the three of them are the same person.

Anyway, all in all, in short, although Han Zigui in front of her had a gloomy and evil face, he was still the dashing man in her mind.

Beep!

No, she actually stared at Zigui's face and had a nosebleed, which was too unproductive. It's okay, it's okay, Zigui doesn't seem to notice it.

Di Xiaoxiao quietly stretched out his sleeve and secretly wiped the two red dragons under his nose, but he didn't know if it was the reason for his weak heart, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Ahem, ahem, it hurts!" Di Xiaoxiao only felt the discomfort in his body at this time. It turned out that she was really injured, just now the five senses were trivial, so naturally she didn't feel the pain, and now that she was closer to the blood-colored altar, the depressing feeling in the air was even deeper, and Emperor Xiaoxiao, who had just recovered her spiritual sense, felt that she was about to suffocate to death.

"Xiao Xiao, where does it hurt, where does it hurt?" Han Zigui, who was full of anger, stopped, he sat on the completely black and scorched sand, held Emperor Xiaoxiao in his lap, and put his fingers on her wrist to take the pulse.

Sweat had begun to rain on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling on Di Xiaoxiao's face.

He was once known as a generation of miracle doctors, savior bodhisattvas, but now his sweetheart vomited blood in front of him, but he couldn't diagnose the cause, and he couldn't think of a way to alleviate her pain, so he could only powerlessly ask her where she was in pain.

"Idiot, lie to you, I'm fine....... It's all your fault, why are you so handsome? Hurt people lose too much blood when they see you in the eyes....... Look, don't look at it, I'm really fine!Pull me up, let's hurry up and go to the Blood Altar, the Birth Gate is ...... under the altar. Don't ask me how I know, I'll know!Let's go!" Seeing Han Zigui looking at her so worriedly, Di Xiaoxiao wanted to turn over and jump up, and told him with infinite vitality that she was fine.

As a result, her body did not fully regain consciousness, so she jumped with all her strength, just raised her head high, and then landed heavily on Han Zigui's chest.

There was a muffled bang!, and Han Zigui's more worried eyes looked at her face.

Although it was very strange to lie in Han Zigui's arms with such a stiff body and unable to move, it was very strange to speak, but in order to reassure Han Zigui, Di Xiaoxiao joked with a grin.

Han Zigui obviously didn't believe it, but Di Xiaoxiao sensed the condition of her body, so she asked Han Zigui to pull her, and after standing up, it seemed that the consciousness of her body had recovered a little faster, and after a while, Di Xiaoxiao jumped up, jumped over, pulled Han Zigui's cold night face, and pulled his arm in the direction of the blood altar