In Yuan Fengqing's pupils, the black mist was getting closer and closer, and she only felt that something in her body seemed to be attracted to surge rapidly, and the qi and blood all over her body seemed to be ignited by the fire and began to boil like a tide, burning her whole body as if she was being poured with boiling water, and she was so painful that she couldn't help but scream, and her face twisted into a ball uncontrollably. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black mist quickly approached her spiritual platform, and from the outside, the black mist at the center of Yuan Fengqing's eyebrows was rolling, like a blooming black lotus, and a black vortex was generated in the middle of the stamen, and this vortex rotated rapidly, as if it was about to drill through her flesh and dig out the contents inside.

Yuan Fengqing only felt that something in his brain was being dragged into his body by a huge force, and immediately reacted that it was everyone's soul hidden deep in the depths of the sea of knowledge, once the soul was sucked away by the bat man, he would really have no essence and blood, and he would become a stenching corpse in this mass grave.

Horrified in her heart, she desperately recited the Heart Purification Mantra, trying to drag back the soul that was constantly sucked towards the spiritual platform, but the other party's energy was too strong, with her little cultivation, where could she have the power to resist? Seeing that Zhihai was exactly the same as herself, but the compressed soul villain moved towards the spiritual platform inch by inch, her brain hurt as if she had been stabbed by countless sharp thorns, and the heart-rending pain made her struggle instinctively, but the more she struggled, the more her body fell to the bottom of the pile of bones, and she felt that the bones in all directions were pressing towards her, and her vision gradually darkened, and she was desperate after all.

At the last moment when his consciousness was on the verge of shattering, Yuan Fengqing was already overwhelmed by layers of corpse bones, and the thick stench aggravated the surging of qi and blood in his body, but there was no room for vomiting, I don't know how uncomfortable that feeling was, it was really better to die.

As if he was drowning in the water, Yuan Fengqing, who was gradually struggling to breathe, was about to lose consciousness by the dull pain in his brain, but his struggling right hand didn't know what to grasp, only to feel that the thing was like a round inkstone, the tentacles were as cold as iron, and bursts of coolness soaked into the body, but it calmed the tumbling blood a lot.

At that time, she was no more than a line away from death, and the soul villain in the sea of consciousness was no more than an inch away from the spiritual platform, and she was only a few seconds away from being sucked out of her body by the bat man and devoured clean.

It is not fun for demons to devour the soul of human beings, but to use the spirit of human beings to strengthen their own cultivation, especially the disciples of cultivating immortals, whose souls are a hundred times stronger than ordinary people, and the more they devour, the more their cultivation will be replenished, so the bat man has taken such great pains to order his subordinates to ambush in the cities and towns where human beings live, pretending to be human beings to secretly carry out illegal acts.

Yuan Fengqing was on the verge of life and death, only to feel that every inch of nerve was painful to the extreme, roared, and instinctively rushed upward, and the little strength left made her lucky to rush out of the endless bones, and with a wave of her hand, the thing she had just caught smashed towards the bat man's eyebrows like lightning.

In the field of vision, Yuan Fengqing saw that the thing suddenly bloomed with endless blue light, and the sky was shrouded in a faint green light, as if the woods in front of her had turned into nine hells, and there were all forest ghost fires in front of her, enveloping the world with endless coldness, which made her shiver with cold.

But her vision was clearly clear, and she saw that the black mist connecting her spiritual platform and the palm of the bat man was cut off by the blue light, and the bat man took three steps back to stand firm, with an unbelievable look on his face, as if he had really seen a ghost.

The original situation, Yuan Fengqing was only a second away from being sucked out of the soul by the bat man, turned into a dry bone, who expected that she picked up a hard object from the mass grave and threw it towards the bat man's eyebrows, this guy was caught off guard, not only the black mist that sucked the soul was cut off, but the face door was also hit by the thing that flashed with blue light and was as cold as ice, only to hear him scream, suddenly stretched out his wings and rose into the sky, and the powerful force knocked down many trees, making the sky full of flying fallen leaves.

Yuan Fengqing finally rushed out of the corpse pile, and he didn't care to see where the bat man had fled, so he crawled onto the pit of 10,000 corpses, and fell to the ground panting. But the smell of the corpse pile next to her was too bad, and she was also contaminated with the stench, and she couldn't help but turn over and vomit.

But she hadn't eaten anything today, so where was there in her stomach to vomit? Retched for a long time and couldn't vomit anything except some green stomach acid. She was afraid that Batman would go and return, and she didn't care about the bitterness in her throat, so she got up and stumbled out of the woods.

I had just run two steps when I tripped over something under my feet and almost rolled to the ground again. Yuan Fengqing hurriedly grabbed the big tree next to her to stabilize her figure, and when she looked down, there was a round blue inkstone lying quietly at her feet, which seemed to be what she had caught in the mass grave before!

I replayed the previous situation in my mind, and it seemed that this thing bloomed with blue light, not only cutting off the black mist that Batman used to devour her soul, but also hitting Batman's eyebrows, which made him flee in pain, and it was still his own savior!

At this time, Yuan Fengqing's brain was in chaos, although he vaguely remembered that it was this thing that saved him, but after a series of life and death struggles, he was already at the end of the crossbow, and when he leaned down to pick up the inkstone, there was a violent dizziness in his brain, and his consciousness was finally swallowed up by the endless darkness and he fainted to the ground.

The night was as cool as water, the night was silent, and the sky blew a few dark clouds at some point, and then the rain fell like a curtain.

Yuan Fengqing was stimulated by the cold rain to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was still an endless night sky overhead, except that the full moon had long been covered by dark clouds, everything else had not changed.

She blinked her eyes and felt a few drizzles of rain flowing into her lips and tongue, and then her consciousness slowly focused, remembering everything that had happened before, and quickly turned over and sat up.

It was quiet, and the night breeze blew lightly, and although it was a little cold and biting, it was not unbearable.

Yuan Fengqing looked up at the sky, the bat man fled in panic after being hit by the green inkstone before, could it be that he was seriously injured? But he hasn't come back for so long to harvest his life, so that blow must be not light, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look down at the inkstone not far from me, it was washed by the rain for a long time, more and more blue like jade, faintly revealing a faint green light, like a magic weapon of the fairy family.

Yuan Fengqing picked it up curiously, the tentacles were cold, like a cold jade material, she slowly pulled out a trace of spiritual power in her palm and probed in, there was no other consciousness in the inkstone, it was already an ownerless magic weapon, presumably its owner was one of the ten thousand corpses, and her heart couldn't help but be sad.

Holding the inkstone in her hand tightly, Yuan Fengqing endured the piercing pain all over her body and climbed up, she stood on the edge of the mass grave, glanced at the piles of corpses, slowly knelt down, bowed respectfully three times, and mourned for a long time, which can be regarded as a worship of these undead.