In the dimly lit thousand-year-old underground palace, among the grottoes full of mechanisms, there are rows of staggered rock pillars, each with countless arrow feathers inserted on it.

Only on the pillar in the center, a haggard man sat alone with a cold corpse in his arms, and the bright red blood stained almost everywhere.

Xu Dongyang couldn't understand why the people who desperately wanted to protect would die because of saving themselves.

The little boy who always appeared in his dreams, crying and calling for his brother, repeated countless times.

This dream also became the motivation for him to find his brother, which he believed was a revelation, a prophecy of reunion.

But now it was all in vain, and the younger brother died in his arms, with sharp arrows stuck in his back. Each one was like a plug into his heart, and it hurt him so much that he couldn't breathe.

Dongyang gently stroked Zhang Yao's cold cheek with his hand, wiping the blood stagnation on the side of his mouth little by little.

And Zhang Yao didn't leave at this moment, he was standing beside his brother, his eyes were full of sadness. A layer of glowing soul-gathering spirits attached to his soul.

He knew very well that he was dead and should go where he should go, but he still couldn't rest assured of the people here. What can be done to get Dongyang back on his feet and out of danger?

Just as he was thinking hard, Wu Yingtian appeared at the entrance of the cave when he came.

Although he was not injured, he looked very tired, presumably because the skeleton was not easy to deal with.

He seemed to see Dongyang and shouted, "Who's where?" ――”

Dongyang didn't pay attention to him at all, or simply didn't hear it, and looked at Zhang Yao's corpse blankly.

Wu Yingtian saw that the figure in the middle of the stone pillar did not move. It's not clear what the hell is going on. He took a few big steps back, ready to leap onto the nearest stone pillar.

Stare at the ground, hold your breath and exert force. A few steps rushed up, jumped, Wu Yingtian's body soared into the air on the abyss, and when he approached the edge of the next stone pillar, it seemed to be a little bit worse, and he stretched out his arms, only his fingertips touched.

But that's enough. One hand rests on it, and the rest of the body hangs in the air. Push your feet hard and lift your body up. In two clicks, he jumped to the top of the stone pillar.

Moving one after another, he quickly jumped to the place where Dongyang was.

"Stinky boy, why didn't you help me just now!" Wu Yingtian shouted angrily into the air.

Zhang Yao looked at him in confusion: "Can you see me?" ”

"I didn't see you, why did I come here?" Wu Yingtian frowned and glanced down at Dongyang: "The woman outside is dying." I thought you were dead, too. Who is he holding? ”

As he spoke, he looked carefully at the person in Dongyang's arms, and his expression became more and more surprised: "Zhang Yao~~ You are dead?" ”

Wu Yingtian spoke into the air, Dongyang raised his head and looked, and suddenly became crazy: "You said he was here?" Where is Zhang Yao? Tell me where he is? ”

"He's dead, so you can't see it." Wu Yingtian said indifferently, life and death have long been downplayed for people like him.

Zhang Yao is nothing more than a chess piece in his heart, if he can use it, he will use it, and if he can't use it, he will abandon it. He didn't care what the demons thought. Now as long as she stops her plan, protecting the lives of the Wu people is the key.

The Celestial God Ding is still on the monster. There is no good way to deal with it for a while, and it seems that you can only withdraw first and then make plans.

"Wu Yingtian!" Zhang Yao's soul stood in front of him: "You help me tell Dongyang, let him live well, I'm fine." ”

He snorted coldly: "What do you think I am, the medium of communication?" ”

Zhang Yao clasped his hands together and pleased him reverently.

Wu Yingtian shook his head helplessly, and said to Xu Dongyang, who was sitting on the ground: "Zhang Yao asked me to tell you, let you live well, he is fine." ”

"It turns out that he is really here" Dongyang was not very conscious, and looked left and right in confusion.

The sound of footsteps came from the cave, and Wu Yingtian and Zhang Yao both looked over. I saw five figures appear at the entrance of the cave, led by Ding Xiaorou, who was holding the Tianshen Ding in her hand, and standing behind her were Zhen, Kun, Li, and Qian.

The cold blue eyes were full of coldness, and the black skirt covered the fair skin. When she heard that Wu Yingtian had attacked Zhang Yao again, the hatred spread infinitely.

Pan Zhen stood forward, carefully observed the situation in the underground palace, walked to Kun's side and whispered: "The old man is in the middle, there seems to be a person sitting on the ground, let's see how to get over first." ”

Kun brushed the hair that was blocking the other in front of his eyes, and looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

"Zhen, you go outside to help Lianying and they rescue Xu Xiaoli first, and Zhang Yao will hand it over to us."

He said this entirely because he saw something that he couldn't see, and beside Wu Yingtian on the stone pillar, Zhang Yao's soul was shrouded in white light.

Zhen shook his head: "Lianying can handle it, Xiao Yaoyao has to be saved by me personally." He smiled slightly, two pear sockets appeared at the corners of his mouth, and continued proudly: "Let him owe me a favor again, and see how he pays it back this time." ”

Qian couldn't hear it, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned on the rock wall: "Can you bully him less, Zhang Yao's kid is good, but his mind is too heavy." Last time, in order to look at you, I almost killed myself with a knife in both ribs. Why don't you repay him? ”

Kun stood aside and watched them arguing about Zhang Yao, and his mood became even heavier.

Ding Xiaorou also saw Zhang Yao's soul, but it didn't matter to her, without a physical body, her lover could accompany her for a long time, and he would no longer appear in front of those irrelevant people.

Zhang Yao lost his parents, brother, Zhen, and Qian, so he could completely belong to Xiaorou and the demon spirits in her body.

She also thought about taking Zhang Yao's soul for herself, but she couldn't bear to do it, just because she was afraid of seeing him sad again.

Recalling the past, he looked at his eyes desperately with the injured shock, it was so cold. For the first time, the demon spirit realized what it meant to regret and what it meant to be unbearable.

She looked at Zhang Yao in the distance, and as soon as she raised her hand, her soul was pulled over. Zhen and Qian were puzzled by her actions, and only Kun could see it.

"Little apprentice, why did you become like this?"

Zhang Yao sighed and looked up at the top of the pitch black: "Uncle, it turns out that you can see me too, it's great." There was a rain of arrows falling on it just now, and I blocked Dongyang, thinking that my shield could be useful, but I was careless. ”

Kun glanced at Xiaorou: "Can you still be saved?" ”

She stood in front of Zhang Yao, looked up, stroked his cheek with her hand, and said with tenderness: "There is no way, he can only become a soul without a body in the future, and I will not let you go back to the Six Realms, now you will always belong to me." ”

"Can you do a few things for me?" Zhang Yao looked at the woman in front of him, her petite body contained powerful energy, maybe she would make changes for herself.

"What are you talking about?" Shocked, he walked up to Kun and looked at their strange actions and words in confusion.

The uncle pulled Zhen to the side, and Qianheli also leaned over, his expression was heavy: "Zhang Yao is dead." ”

One sentence shocked everyone present like thunder. (To be continued.) )