Seeing Zhou Fei vomiting blood, Ling Zhaoyan's tears also instantly welled up in his eyes.

What is completely different from the previous one is that after the tears gushed out of the eyes this time, they were instantly frozen and turned into ice particles, which looked like a pocket version of pearls from a distance, falling on the grass, which reminded people of a poem: "Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate." ”

Ling Zhaoyan didn't dare to approach Zhou Fei, she was afraid that she would hurt the other party again.

The current Ling Zhaoyan can't even understand it on his own.

Cold and hot, cold and cold tortured her in turn, making her miserable, and life was worse than death.

After this situation lasted for about half a pillar of incense, a new change appeared.

Zhou Fei, who was lying not far away, heard a series of very fine breaking sounds.

It's like the sound of glass cracking.

Kerala's, some harsh, some sore.

Along with the voice, there was a change in Ling Zhaoyan's body.

Previously, under the attack of Ziwei Zun, Ling Zhaoyan became extremely transparent.

After the cold aura in her body erupted, her body gradually returned to normal.

But now, Ling Zhaoyan's body was split in two.

Transparent on the left, entity on the right.

The same is true on the ground.

The left side seemed to be swept by a raging fire, a dark one, and a faint green smoke rose up.

On the right, it has frozen so hard that it has even formed an extremely hard layer of ice.

Zhou Fei struggled to stand up, but as long as he moved, his whole body was like falling apart, and the pain was incomparable, so he had no choice but to continue to lie down, and quickly run his aura to adjust his breath.

The snow drinking knife was lying next to Zhou Fei, but he didn't have the strength to hold the knife now.

Ling Zhaoyan saw the Snow Drinking Knife.

She stretched out her hand and made a grabbing motion, and the snow drinking knife flew up automatically and fell into her hand.

The moment Ling Zhaoyan held the knife, a breath instantly spread out from the blade, and he came to the outermost part of the coalition army all the way unhindered.

The soldiers who stood on the periphery immediately felt that their blood was frozen.

A layer of ice slag has also formed on the armor and weapons.

You can imagine how terrible this breath is.

At the same time, the pair of wings behind Ling Zhaoyan was also glowing.

The light was faint at first, but in the blink of an eye, it became extremely dazzling.

The color of this light is strange.

At first glance, it will appear that the light is transparent and does not have any color.

But if you stare at it for a while, you will know that the light is black.

Extremely intense black.

The kind that can't be dissolved.

The light formed a pillar of light and then soared into the sky.

Ziwei Zun has built a world of absolute purity and light, and this world covers Ling Zhaoyan in it.

Now, the black pillar of light released by Ling Zhaoyan directly pierced the world of light, and a black hole appeared in the sky, and the hole was like the blood of a fierce beast, and began to devour the light around it frantically.

Gradually, a dividing line appeared in the sky.

Light and darkness, confronting each other in the sky.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and undercurrents surged.

This level of combat was far beyond the comprehension of many people present, and the vast majority of the coalition soldiers were cultists of the temple, and darkness was the object of their life.

So when the black sky appeared, someone couldn't help but shout: "The Demon King has come!"

People are very conformist, and when one person starts yelling, then soon more and more people will start yelling.

"The Demon King is coming!"

"Your Excellency saves us. ”

"Goddess, appear quickly. ”

"The light is always there, and we have nothing to fear. ”

"Come on, Demon King, if you have the ability, kill us all, the light is endless!"

When hundreds of thousands of people express their opinions at the same time, the noise can destroy the world.

"Hearts to the light!"

Ziwei said lightly.

These four words instantly suppressed the noise of the scene.

The cultists once again fell to their knees in unison, in the direction of the gods.

......

Unlike the panic of the coalition forces, the barbarians seemed very calm.

They also knelt, but not toward the light, but toward the night.

Towards Ling Zhaoyan.

This existence, which they had feared so much, had now become the only hope that their race could survive.

Or maybe after the Demon King really came, no one in the Great Wilderness could survive.

But so what?

There is no escape for the barbarians.

It would be nice if you could pull the entire wilderness to be buried together.

At least Huangquan Road will not be alone.

When darkness enveloped Zhou Fei, he suddenly felt that his recovery speed from his injuries had accelerated a lot.

Although he didn't know how it worked, Zhou Fei would never miss this opportunity, and as for whether there would be any sequelae, he couldn't care about it now.

After feeling that his hands and feet had regained their strength, Zhou Fei's first reaction was to run in front of Ling Zhaoyan.

He felt like he was running, but he couldn't move much faster than a tortoise.

Every step was tough.

But it was very resolute.

Slightly different from Zhou Fei's imagination, Ling Zhaoyan's condition did not seem to be as bad as he imagined.

Although it was half transparent and half physical, Ling Zhaoyan's face no longer had the previous panic and panic, the only eye that could still be seen was swollen, and even revealed a look that made Zhou Fei feel a little frightened when he looked at it.

Finally, Zhou Fei came to Ling Zhaoyan.

He stretched out his hand to touch Ling Zhaoyan's face.

But halfway through the hand, it stopped.

There is nothing to stop it, but Zhou Fei himself can't stretch his hand forward anymore.

He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Are you still Zhaoyan?"

"What do you think?" Ling Zhaoyan's voice changed, becoming a little rough, like a man's voice.

Zhou Fei's first reaction was that the Demon King was coming.

"Let's go. ”

Immediately followed by Ling Zhaoyan's original voice, he came out again: "I'm about to lose control." ”

"What the hell is going on?" Zhou Fei hurriedly asked, "Is he here?"

Ling Zhaoyan said: "I don't know, I don't know. Zhou Fei, hurry up. While I'm still conscious, I'm afraid I'll hurt you when I'm unconscious. ”

Zhou Fei's hand that stopped in mid-air finally stretched forward a few inches and touched Ling Zhaoyan's face.

"Are you stupid?"

"Live together, die together. ”

"I don't want to repeat that, it's kind of silly. ”

Ling Zhaoyan let out a series of dry laughs: "It's indeed a bit silly. ”

Zhou Fei said: "I don't care what you are, get out of Zhaoyan's body, otherwise I won't let you go." ”

"It's not very old, and it's not a small tone. Ling Zhaoyan said: "You are now at the end of the crossbow, and you will definitely die without my hands." ”

Zhou Fei said: "If I die, you won't be able to live." ”

"Oh? ”

"With no carrier, what do you do to rule the world?"

"It's just a shell, I can change it at any time. ”

"If it's as simple as you say, will you show me now?"

Ling Zhaoyan was silent.

Zhou Fei said: "Let me tell you, this kind of operation of yours is not a new thing for a long time, and there is a group in later generations who have written a thorough way of people like you coming." You are the most primitive way of coming, and there is nothing new about you. And the vector is the most important thing to you, and once it's decided, there's no way to change it? Am I right?"

Ling Zhaoyan looked at him: "You...... Who the hell is it?"