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That's how he died.

In his past life, Zhu Yan has been injured many times, but he has never been injured like this.

The moment the dragon slayer stabbed into his body, it destroyed his spirit seed.

He himself burned the Suzaku bloodline again.

He lost his spiritual power and bloodline power at the same time, and he was no different from ordinary people.

No ordinary person has the ability to survive if a hole is cut in the heart.

So, he's going to die.

In the stories that his brother told him in the past, when he died, he would see a huge demon floating in the air, holding a soul hook, a sword in his mouth, dressed in black, with white hair, and a sickly face, this demon would sing obscure songs to take people to the afterlife.

That demon was called Yama by his brother.

But he didn't hear any obscure songs, only heard the mournful cries of the children of the Zhu family before they died.

He didn't see Yama either, only a young man who was dumbfounded.

That person is not a demon.

Although he had never seen it, he knew that the young man was Han Feiyu.

A man who appeared in his dreams several times.

I can see you.

Your face, your nose, your eyes, your expression.

I can see you.

Your hatred, your incomprehension, your anger, your sorrow.

Zhu Yan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the person in the sky, wanting to soothe the anger and sadness between his eyebrows.

Han Feiyu also stretched out his hand, wanting to pull the man on the ground up, wanting to pick up his sharpness and ambition.

The Supreme Fire released by Zhu Yan exhausted the power of his bloodline seemed to burn Han Feiyu's nerves and ignited all his sleeping memories.

He remembered who he was.

He didn't remember who he really was.

He didn't understand many things, but he didn't want to see Zhu Yan die like this after all.

There was an indescribable feeling in my heart, as if I had lost something.

The two hands got closer and closer, but they never met.

A fiery red figure passed through Han Feiyu's body.

A thunderous "no" resounded throughout the world.

Zhu Rong rushed back.

His state is not good, but it is not bad.

The meridians appeared on the surface of his body, like a stream of fireflies.

His breathing was unusual, revealing an unnatural confusion.

The majestic spiritual power entered Zhu Yan's body from his body.

Super-fast regeneration.

Zhu Yan's pale face was slightly better.

He coughed twice, a grim smile on his lips.

"Brother, you're here. He said.

Zhu Rong didn't answer him.

The spiritual power is still output at maximum power.

The divine law that is familiar with the heart keeps repairing Zhu Yan's injured body.

Zhu Yan repeated with a smile: "Brother, you are here." ”

Zhu Rong held Zhu Yan's hand with his free hand, "I'm here, Yan'er, I'm here." ”

Feeling the temperature change in Zhu Yan's body, the strongest saint made of steel almost burst into tears.

He held Zhu Yan in his arms, "I'm sorry, Yan'er, I'm sorry." ”

With his identity, the three words sorry are shocking even once, let alone twice.

This shows that he is really guilty.

His guilt stems from complaining about himself.

His blame for himself led to a lot of anger in him.

The king's wrath ambushed millions of corpses and shed thousands of miles of blood.

The wrath of the saints, the heavens and the earth are discolored, and the sun and the moon are without light.

Zhu Rong is both a saint and a king.

His wrath will only be more terrifying than that of a single saint or king.

All the rest of the Zhu family slaughtered in all directions with red eyes.

Do not seek to be born in the same year, month, and day.

But he died on the same day, the same month, and the same year.

I can go to Huangquan with the two brothers of the Zhu family, although I have not regretted it after nine deaths!

The army of ghosts overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

Like a extinguished torch, the spiritual power left only a little smoke.

Zhu Rong ignored those people, just hugged Zhu

Inflammation, motionless.

In the distance, a field of white sand suddenly rose into the sky, mixed with magma and volcanic ash spreading.

Smoke fills the air.

Countless ghosts have died in the lava.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe just a quarter of an hour.

Maybe it's just an hour.

But in Zhu Rong's eyes, it seems to be as long as a long time.

The magma has finally receded.

The white sand is covered with a thick and heavy layer of volcanic ash.

Miraculously, the ash only spread in one direction.

The army of ghosts is almost wiped out.

The Zhu family was almost completely wiped out.

Zhu Yan still has a breath.

He said, "Are you still not willing to help me?"

Zhu Rong was slightly stunned, and always felt that the object of his brother's words was not him.

But if it weren't him, who else could there be?

Now he was the only one in the room except for the ghosts.

It can't be said to those ghosts.

Zhu Rong didn't know, but the other person knew.

Han Feiyu looked at Zhu Yan and didn't speak.

More than sadness, there is anger.

In addition to anger, there is also a slight regret.

He wanted to raise a glass of water that he hadn't raised at the time.

Zhu Yan smiled and coughed.

Blood spat out of his mouth mixed with his organs.

Han Feiyu looked at the scene in front of him, as if he had been hit hard.

His face turned pale instantly, and his body kept shaking, threatening to fall from the sky at any moment.

Because he's seen it before.

On the night of his father's departure, an apparition appeared in front of him when he woke up.

It turns out that it was the future.

The question is.

The scene in front of me happened countless years ago.

So, is this the future or the past?

(Mention)

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In the midst of nothingness.

The co-worker carried the co-spirit and frowned.

With his strength, he should have arrived at Zhu Rong for such a long time.

But now he hasn't arrived.

Zhu Rong's position was still not far away in his spiritual power perception.

No one could do anything in front of him, especially the magic laws.

He frowned.

There was the sound of the tide.

Immediately afterward, the sound of space shattering sounded.

A monster emerges from the shattered void.

Its shape is like a sheep's body and human face, with eyes under the armpits, and tiger teeth and human hands.

The Lord of the Devouring Sons of Chaos, he is especially proficient in the power of the Void.

The co-worker said, "It turns out that you are playing tricks. ”

The Devouring Lord said, "That fellow of the Blood Lord begged me so easily, how can I release his pigeon?"

Gonggong's eyes were cold, and a tsunami-like wave appeared behind him, and in the huge waves, a snake-tailed turtle loomed.

It's going to go big.

The Devouring Lord's expression also became solemn.

The fighting methods of the co-workers are not very elaborate.

In a duel between the strong, who will use the means of pressing the bottom of the box?

Three people play poker, who will come up and throw the king bomb?

No one can take the king bomb.

But the Devouring Lord wants to see if he can take on the co-worker's attack.

The Twelve Demon Lords are not ranked by birth, but by strength.

Among them, the evil lord is the strongest, the blood lord is second, the chaos and tyranny are side by side, and the remaining four, five, six, seven and eight are the next.

He wanted to see how strong a human being could be even if he was a blood master.

The waves formed a sea and swept towards the Devouring Lord.

The Devouring Lord stretched out his palm against the edge of the sea, and a black hole spread out from his palm, and countless seawater rushed into the black hole and disappeared.

The Lord of Devouring can devour all things in heaven and earth, let alone an ocean.

The snake's tail struck down the swallowed ocean.

The Lord of Devouring grabbed the serpent's seven inches with his other hand.

A chill emanated from the snake's tail and devoured it

In the blink of an eye, the Lord's arm was covered with a thin layer of ice.

A snake head suddenly grew from the tip of its tail, and it stared coldly at the Devouring Lord, spitting out a long snake letter, and a sky-blue mist attacked the Devouring Lord from the snake letter.

Xuanwu was already a snake and turtle, and there was no surprise in this situation, the Lord of Devouring did not have the slightest surprise, he launched an attack before Xuanwu, and there were several fine black cracks in his palm, and the cracks cut the body of the spirit snake, and blood flowed.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar in the ocean.

Xuanwu was furious.

The Devouring Lord looked at the ocean in front of him, but his attention was completely focused on the fast-moving Xuanwu in the ocean.

At his level, it is difficult to be sneak attacked.

Whether the co-workers released the lake or the ocean, they couldn't cover his eyes.

His figure vanished in an instant.

The next moment, he landed on Xuanwu's back and looked at Gonggong's burning eyes.

He stared at Gonggong's right fist.

This is where he is most vigilant, and in comparison, Xuanwu is nothing more than a toy.

Gonggong's offensive is mostly above his right fist.

"It's been brewing for so long, and you're not going to let me see it?"

The co-workers looked at him coldly.

The Devouring Lord smiled, "It's quite arrogant. ”

The co-workers still ignored him.

The Devouring Lord instantly moved in front of the Gonggong and struck out with a palm.

Co-workers flashed sideways.

After dozens of rendezvous, the co-workers would rather be injured than punch.

His fists grew heavier.

The Devouring Lord's face also became solemn.

Gonggong is bland punching.

The Devouring Lord touches each other with his palms.

A thunderclap rang out.

The sea rushes into the air in a swirling shape and disappears in the blink of an eye.

The Devouring Lord sat on Xuanwu's back, his right hand shattered, and there was a bottomless wound in the palm of his hand, filled with ice crystal blue around and inside the wound.

It was a sword wound.

Why do the punches made by the joint workers cause sword wounds?

"It's so strong. The Devouring Lord sighed.

"It's no surprise that it's a surprise. Co-workers said.

The odd and the unsurprising seem contradictory.

The Devouring Lord understood what he meant.

He really didn't expect the Communists to melt such a divine weapon into their arms.

The arm is meat, and the divine soldier is the weapon.

How can different attributes be compatible?

He didn't expect that, so it was a surprise win.

On the other hand, it is certainly not surprising that Gonggong has achieved this, and has spent so much time condensing the sword momentum, and has achieved victory.

The Devouring Lord said, "I have a question. ”

The co-worker said, "Ask." ”

The Devouring Lord smiled and asked, "According to the attack power of that sword just now, although it won't kill me, you can completely make me lose my combat effectiveness, why didn't you do it?"

Gonggong's eyes were slightly condensed.

The Devouring Lord's smile became more and more wanton, "Because you're afraid of hurting this Xuanwu under your feet, right?"

He pressed his left hand on Xuanwu's turtle shell, and there was a slurp.

"The breath of the same ancestry, this is your blood relative?"

The co-workers clenched their fists again.

The Lord of Devouring said: "Don't pretend, although you and the Blood Lord won the battle, it was only a residual victory, in order to be able to help Zhu Rong, he took the risk of fusing the weapon into his right arm in order to show your peak attack, and he has just consumed ten **, now you, what can you do?"

Co-workers are silent.

No matter how the Lord of Devouring is, he is also a veteran powerhouse in the modern world, and his vicious eyesight can see through his true state at a glance.

He let go of his fist and said, "You're right, I really can't kill you with the strength I have left." ”

Injuries are not enough.

For them who have super-fast regeneration, no matter how serious the injury, there is a time to heal.

But no matter how minor the injury, it will take time to heal.

Gonggong looked at the Lord of Devouring and sneered, "Now that you have how much combat power you have left?"

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