As time passed, Mu Yan's pace became slower and more difficult. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this time, there was a trail of blood flowing behind him, and those were all the blood from the wounds on Mu Yan's body, extending from his feet. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died of excessive blood loss a long time ago, but it was obvious that Mu Yan was not an ordinary person.

He is a monk, and he is a powerful monk, the blood in his body is not comparable to ordinary people, and as long as the monk's soul is directly annihilated, once he has aura, or has a heavenly treasure, these blood are nothing at all.

But Mu Yan's face at this time was a little bad, his lips were a little pale, his calm eyes were a little gloomy at this time, and there was a circle of black under his eyes, which was the reason why those unjust souls were raging in his body and mind.

And looking at his whole body, several places have rotted and emitted a foul smell, and against the backdrop of bloody wounds and rotting flesh, Mu Yan's whole state at this time looks extremely bad. And that's exactly what happened.

Mu Yan felt that although he was walking slowly, he had been walking for a long time, and this fact could be seen from the fact that he could barely see a piece of intact skin and fleshy arms and legs, but even after walking for so long, he still couldn't see the end of the White Bone Bridge. If it weren't for Mu Yan, I'm afraid that the will in my heart would have been worn out by other people.

It's not that Mu Yan has to go forward with a tendon, because there is no other way, stop is death, jump out of the White Bone Bridge, and welcome the yellow spring water.

It stands to reason that after such a long time, except for Bai Xue and Mu Yan, the rest of the people should have arrived at the White Bone Bridge, but Mu Yan didn't find anyone except him and Bai Xue.

He didn't believe that those people died like this, and if he couldn't even get through the yellow spring, he wouldn't be the one who could talk to him. Although he didn't dare to say that all of them could break through, as far as he knew, like Long Aotian, the elven clan's Asaring, Tianhuang, Zhu Ling, Lan Jiyun and others would never be able to resist even that mere yellow spring water.

Mu Yan was swept away by the sleepiness again, and fell to the ground after stumbling, but he immediately knelt up, he didn't dare to let himself lie down, for fear that once he lay down, he would never get up again.

After confirming that Bai Xue behind him was safe, Mu Yan raised the knife in his hand, and the knife pierced his left arm again, and the faint pain made Mu Yan's heart gradually become solemn. He shook his somewhat heavy head and stood up again. But I knew in my heart that I couldn't go on like this.

First of all, this strange tiredness grew heavier and heavier as he walked forward, and secondly, he was now gradually numb to the pain of the dagger piercing into the flesh, and he could not keep his sobriety for too long. Another problem is that the large number of unjust souls are causing more and more damage to his body and spiritual consciousness.

He stopped and glanced quickly behind him. On the bloody road behind him, at this time, there were three or three souls pounced on those blood, and it was obvious that those souls knew that they couldn't help Mu Yan's difficult bone for the time being, so they temporarily turned to his blood.

His blood contains the breath of life, and it is these vitality that these unjust souls need.

While Mu Yan's mind was resisting the attacks of those unjust souls, he was also analyzing the situation at great speed. If it was usual, Mu Yan only needed a glance to know why these unjust souls were interested in his blood, but at this time, he was already a little confused, and all the energy in his head was used to resist those unjust souls, in order not to fall asleep at any time, he was always awake, so he was naturally a little sluggish. But when he started to think about it, he soon knew why.

His eyes lit up, and combined with the decaying flesh on his body and the bloody phenomena of those unjust souls, he knew what to do next.

When fatigue swept through Mu Yan's consciousness again, Mu Yan pulled out the dagger that was pierced in his arm, and then swung it down, and a piece of bloody raw flesh was cut off by him.

The pain of cutting off a piece of flesh was far greater than the pain of piercing into his arm, making Mu Yan couldn't help but snort.

Mu Yan's eyes were sharp, and he threw the piece of meat cut from his body behind him.

Mu Yan's face, which was like a knife carving, stiffly pulled out a sneer at this time: "Don't you need to be angry, my piece of flesh and blood is enough for you to eat for a while." ”

When he said that sentence, that is, threw out the piece of meat, in addition to some unjust souls from the outside world surging over, some unjust souls in Mu Yan's body also rushed out of his body and pounced on that piece of meat when they saw this. Compared to the consumption in Mu Yan's body, it is better to absorb the huge vitality in this piece of meat.

That's right, it's a huge anger, Mu Yan's cultivation, the essence and aura contained in a piece of his flesh and blood are much stronger than the ordinary blood he shed before. Although he could completely make that piece of meat auraless and angry, he would not be able to achieve Mu Yan's desired goal by doing so.

After Mu Yan felt the severe pain and the relatively relaxed situation in his mind, he immediately increased his speed and rushed forward. His eyes were resolute, and he said in his heart: Xue'er, no matter what, I will take you out, and I will never allow you to fall.