The feeling of tearing and peeling in the depths of her body became stronger and stronger, and something seemed to penetrate her fragile veins gushing out, and Yan Luo lowered her eyes as if trying to suppress the heat wave in her body.

There seemed to be a black light spilling in between his eyes, and then he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and a hot and sticky liquid gushed out.

The crown turned into a human form, jumped out from behind Yanluo, looked at the blood overflowing from the back of Yanluo's neck, and sighed lightly, he only needed to go a little deeper, this feather demon would inevitably burst its blood vessels and die, he looked at his palm with some self-deprecation.

He has never been a good person, and there are countless ghosts, demons and demons who have died under his hands for thousands of years. Today, he is soft-hearted, and he can't be ruthless for a while.

At the same time, a lazy voice sounded behind itself, and with the small friction of the clothes piercing the air, a red shadow flew in front of Yanluo.

Leaned down and probed her neck, then embraced her in his arms like fragile porcelain.

He probed carefully through his mouth and nose, and then gently looked at the whites of her eyes.

The big red fairy robe dragged to the ground for a long time, and now it looks particularly dazzling. The old man blinked, sure enough, he was old, his eyes were moist for some time, but he refused to give up half a cent in his mouth, and said lightly

"There's no need to waste your efforts, after receiving a blow from the crown of heaven, her pulse has been broken, her five internal injuries have been broken, and the blood vessels in her neck have all burst, and there is no way to return to the sky!" The old man was horrified to find that these cold and heartless words really came from his own mouth.

Mo Tong stood up straight and looked at the old man with shining eyes, "Do you really think you have won?" ”

The ground beneath his feet had long been stained red with blood from the neck of Yanluo.

Although the old man was a little surprised, he still said calmly, "That's the case. It's time for the old man to go back to his life! ”

Mo Tong stretched out his hand to intercept, "And please go slowly!" Mo Tong still has something to say! ”

The old man blinked suspiciously, but he didn't speak, just raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Tong playfully.

"The predecessors can obviously make the smoke disappear with one blow, why wait until now?"

"That's what you're trying to say?"

The corners of Mo Tong's mouth hooked up a playful smile, "Get rid of her." But you will leave me behind, and you will keep me no matter what the cost? Your Majesty's plan Mo Tong doesn't understand! ”

"Don't say what the Emperor of Heaven means, the old man doesn't know, and he is not interested in knowing. Even if you know, you are not obliged to tell! My mission is over, and from now on there will be no more power of the god of war in this world, and the seal of the demon world will only be more stable, and without the attraction of the same magnetic field, the souls of those resentful spirits who have been tempted will only gradually dissipate. These are not enough for the demons to break through! ”

"Sacrificing the life and death of one person for the Three Realms and Six Realms is the right way, and it is also what you have always believed in in your predecessors, it is better to kill by mistake than to let it go!"

The old man turned his head: "The old man of the moon is an immortal, you are a happy event in the world, and you have done too much." Instead, they forgot their burdens and responsibilities."

"Mo Tong never dared to forget, but there was a little bit that Mo Tong couldn't figure out, since Moon City was gone, why not eliminate the real demon seed. But locked in this demon realm demon mountain. Now the close range of offerings to the Demon Clan, is it also the right path?"

"You ruined Yanluo, but you left me alone, it's rare not because you know that I am the most suitable carrier for the survival of the ice spirit?" Mo Tong smiled, but the smile was only between his eyebrows and eyes, but it did not reach his heart.

The old man seemed to be slightly stunned: "How do you know?" ”

"I'm just speculating, is that really the case? So what lifetime is this in our reincarnation? ”

"Who told you this?"

Mo Tong shook his head, "If it weren't for the fact that something went wrong in this life, we didn't run according to the established track, so everything that Luo Xue and Lan Feng had been waiting for would have surfaced." This conspiracy is nothing more than a layer of window paper! ”

"What do you know?" A fierce light suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes.

"The answer they want to tell me at the cost of ashes - the truth you seem to be trying to hide!"

"The real power of evil in this world is not the power of the god of war hidden in Yanluo's body, you want to get the power of the god of war. It's just the fear of the power that Lan Feng possessed back then, or the evil spirits sealed by him and Luo Xue, aren't you afraid that one day we can awaken these sleeping souls? ”

"These may not be the direct purpose of making His Majesty kill the killer, there is another layer, that is, the ice spirit will automatically choose a host, and I am afraid that there are only two people in the world who can do it" Mo Tong stopped, and his eyes looked straight into the old man's eyes

"In the reincarnation of the world, only the reincarnation of Falling Snow and Blue Maple can attract Bing Spirit to appear and truly own him! Am I right?"

The old man suddenly raised his hand slightly, and the ink pupil was instantly choked by him, "Even if you are the host of the ice spirit, you are just an ant to me."

Mo Tong chuckled, "Your Majesty, why is you willing to let me die?" If one of the carriers of the ice spirit dies, all of them will be gathered in one person, so that the ice spirit can become one, and if all the carriers die, the ice spirit will automatically disappear, waiting for the next reincarnation to come."

"So what? Do you think the old man will be afraid of threatening the old man like this? ”

"Of course you're scared! Otherwise, why not let the thirty-three wandering spirits of Yanluo return to their places? After speaking, the old man pushed the ink pupil away

Mo Tong sorted out his somewhat sore neck, "Senior, you are a hundred secrets, do you think that if you don't gather the thirty-three wandering spirits, Yanluo will definitely die, but it's a pity that you are one step behind!" ”

"Oh? What step is missing from the elderly? ”

Mo Tong pointed to his neck and said, "Me! ”

"You?"

As soon as you said the words, the old man only felt the blue light in front of him, but he didn't feel a shock to his body, and pointed his finger at the place where the blue light was shining, "You, where did you get this thing!" ”

An endless stream of blue treasure light dispersed in the palm of the ink pupil's palm, and the phaseless and floating life that had disappeared with the golden light of destruction that had been turned into a crown of heaven suddenly appeared in its original form.

A strange blue light appeared on Mo Tong's face, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy, "You two voluntarily signed a contract with the descendants of Jade Feather."

The two looked at each other and smiled, nodding silently, and the old man only came and shouted "no" in horror

The blue color suddenly enveloped the entire space, and the old man staggered, without the slightest intention of fighting back, and sat down in the blue light, just muttering, "Impossible, he, didn't he disappear a long time ago!" ”

"Old friend, don't come unharmed!" The sudden fainting of a face in the blue light made the old man even more frightened.

"You, you're already in ashes, how can it be?"

"It is only the form and existence that disappears, how can consciousness disappear into a concrete state? I've said I've said I'll show up when the time comes! The laughter faded away.

The blue light gradually thinned, and a cloud of blue and blue light emanated from Yanluo's body, and the floating and unphased quickly disappeared into the painting that shone out of Yanluo's shoulder and back through her clothes

The wound on Yanluo's neck, which had fallen in a pool of blood, was gone, and she blinked and sat up.

"Ink Hitomi, are you awake?"

Mo Tong smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm worried about you," he said and touched Yanluo's hair dotingly.

"Senior! Do you believe this? ”

"Blue maple? That guy is—" The old man's voice gradually lowered to himself, and in the blink of an eye, the man was gone.

"Mo Tong, how could he let us go?"

"That's because you're stronger!"

"Is that so?" Yanluo looked at Mo Tong seriously

Mo Tong tapped Yanluo's head, "Silly girl!" ”

"What's in your hand?"

Mo Tong put away his grinning expression, "A close friend left it, and he saved us just now!" (To be continued......)