Mo Zhanchen sniffed and said a little wistfully, "Xiaoge, I'm sorry, I'm still dead after all." ”

As soon as his voice fell, his sturdy body began to become transparent.

"No! don't die!" I grabbed his arm and shook him vigorously, "You're the Demon King of the World, how can you just die?"

Mo Zhanchen smiled softly, "Xiaoge, will I be able to live on the tip of your heart forever?"

"I want you to live in my eyes, not in my heart!" I slashed my wrist with the Xuanyuan sword, trying to resurrect him with my own blood.

The blood coffins around him smelled of blood and began to move.

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of blood-red coffin lids fell into the clouds in unison.

In the coffin, there was a rickety old woman grinning at me with a mouthful of yellow teeth, a man with unfocused eyes jumped at me with his arms raised, and a boy with yellow hair and drooping hair stared greedily at my wrist with his fingers......

Ink Dust stopped the blood on my wrist with clouds in the air, and a trace of pain flashed in his red eyes, "Never hurt yourself! ”

In the next moment, he pushed me into the blood coffin with brute force, and pressed the heavy coffin lid against the blood coffin.

"Brother Mo, what are you going to do!" I was suffocated in the coffin, and my divine power was greatly reduced, and I couldn't rush out for a while.

"Little Song, this is probably the last thing I can do for you!" Mo Zhanchen muttered in a low voice, his hand tapping lightly on the lid of the coffin, each sound hitting the depths of his heart.

Outside the bloody coffin, Ink Dust roared at the ghosts of the unjust souls that kept crawling out of the coffins.

An aurora of light skimmed through the sky, and the blood coffin was split in half in response.

As soon as I sat up, I realized that the other ghosts that had come out of the bloody coffin had been slain by the ink-stained dust.

And the recent situation of ink stained dust seems to be very bad. He knelt on one knee, and black gas poured out of the pair of horns above his head.

I ran to him with a rolling belt, covering the black gas that kept leaking from his horns with both hands, "Brother Mo, you hold on!"

"The first time I saw you, you were only fourteen years old, and you looked very good, but you were a child after all. But somehow, since then, I have never been able to forget you. Ink Dust put one hand on his heart, and smiled lightly, "There will be no time in the future." ”

The ink stained the dust and turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

I threw myself into the air, knelt in the sea of clouds, and couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

In my ears, the cry of babies and the wailing of birds became more and more rampant. The noise was like a spell that hit my heart and made me unconscious.

"Shaoxia, come with me!" Feng Yu tugged at my sleeve and looked around very vigilantly.

"These blood coffins, what's going on?" I kept staring at the coffin of the ink stained dust, hoping that when night fell, the blood coffin would be sealed again, and the ink stained dust would be resurrected again.

Feng Yu made a silent gesture, squatted beside me, and whispered, "These blood coffins are the instructions of the Holy Monarch, if you can walk through the blood coffin array unscathed, you can get out of Ghost City smoothly." But you haven't walked a few steps before you are soaked in the resentment in the blood coffin, and if you continue to walk, you will definitely be tripped by the demons in your heart, and you will lose all your sanity when you go mad. ”

Demon ......

I forced myself to calm down, but the murmur in my ears was worse, and I just felt a splitting headache.

"Ahh

I covered my head with both hands and pressed against the bruised tendons that had suddenly jumped up on my forehead.

For a while, the killing intent suddenly rose, and resentment was overwhelming.

Everything in my line of sight was covered in blood, and it was terrifying to look at.

"Shaoxia, I'm sorry!" Feng Yu gritted his teeth, took some effort to bring a coffin board, and swung it towards my head.

Bang –

I was dizzy from the coffin board, and there was sticky liquid gushing out of the back of my head, which hurt and hurt, but it was lighter than the pain of the eighty-one heavenly thunderbolts on my body.

When Feng Yu slammed my head with the coffin board again, the place I could see was finally liberated from the terrible blood, and with it, there was an infinite blackness.

I don't know how long it took for me to wake up with a small stream of warm water.

"Ahem......" I coughed softly as I clutched my chest, but found myself buried in the soil, with small plain flowers on the back of my hands, on the bridge of my nose, and on the top of my head.

Feng Yu happily carried the kettle, pinched my jaw, and poured the spout into my mouth for a while.

"What is this?" I glanced at the soil-stained jug, afraid that the seal would pour flower fertilizer directly into my mouth.

If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll never be able to wash this mouth again!

"Shhh ”

I exhaled a heavy breath, and in my mind, I still had a voice and a smile stained with ink.

Feng Yu dragged his chin and looked at me in confusion, "Shaoxia, don't you want to go out of Ghost City?"

I only silently picked up the soil, trying to get out of the spirit flower field as soon as possible.

Feng Yu stretched out his hand and said to me quite sincerely, "The water god is kind to me. Since you are the son of the god of water, I should help you. ”

I glanced at his dirt-stained hands, deftly dodging his hands and holding his trouser legs firmly.

Who knows, I just hugged his wide trouser legs and was about to climb out of the Linghua Field with my strength, only to realize that he had no legs!

I let go of my hand and asked in surprise, "Where's the leg?"

Feng Yu blushed shyly, biting his fingers and twisting his body at the same time, "I hate it! Where did our ghost get its legs?"

I see!

While sighing about my loneliness, I sank into the dantian divine power, stepped on my feet with the divine power, and finally crawled out of the spiritual flower field with a lot of effort.

The terrible thing is that my trouser leg is already full of roots, and at first glance, it looks like a white radish that has just been dug out of the ground, which is a little weird in its comics.

"Wow, wow, wow, help!" Linghua Field, like me, the people who were buried in the field with half of their bodies buried saw that I had successfully escaped, and they all pulled their throats and asked me to help them.

I shook off the roots of my trouser leg and looked at them with trepidation.

Feng Yu said, "Their spirit is damaged, and they can only cultivate in the field." The end of the seedlings is to wither and yellow. ”

After the words fell, Feng Yu flashed in front of me, blushing and discussing with me in a low voice, "Shaoxia, I have lived more than two thousand years, and I have never seen the feet of a normal person." ”

I straightened my face and looked at him warily, "What do you want to do?"

Hmmm-

He suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes and said with some embarrassment, "I'll show you, you can show me too, how about it?"

......

I had just been hit on the coffin board in the head, and I was not very conscious, and now I was forced to look at things I shouldn't have seen, only to feel dizzy and stumble to the ground.

"Feng Yu, you're enough!" I was a little annoyed, I was teased by this stunned young man, it was really embarrassing.