If you don't have the guts, you'll die here in no time? Hearing such words, although Yan Moying felt that it might not be credible, what he touched and smelled just now told him that this possibility existed. At this time, if you don't take the initiative to find a way, who can you wait for? Either way, it's all about moving forward. Now that we have reached such a situation, there may be changes as we move forward, and there will be new hope when there is change. Yan Moying walked forward with twelve points of vigilance.

"Ahh

A sharp hiss pierced Yan Moying's ears, the sound was loud, and it was even more terrifying because of the suddenness of its appearance.

"What's the matter?" Yan Moying asked subconsciously.

The shrill hiss suddenly vanished, along with the laughter and moans of the moment, leaving behind a more terrifying silence after the wailing.

There was no light, no voice, no external object that could give him courage and energy, no one who could help him, only boundless darkness and deathly silence. But he has faith, and he may still not see a way out when he moves forward, but if he sits idly by, even if there is a way out ahead, it will become nothing. Moving forward may be the only way out. He didn't think too much about it, just moving forward, it was enough. Although he was prepared for the worst, there was still an undercurrent surging in his heart, flowing to the light, to life, so he strode forward in the darkness, and he began to sing loudly. If he can live, he will go out happily, even if he dies, he will die in the song full of courage and life opportunity, and die brilliantly in the prosperity of life like gongs and drums that a person inspires with extreme loneliness!

His steps grew bigger and stronger, like the beat of a drum to accompany his singing. His heart gradually became noisy and boiling, and this powerful force made him fearless.

So, there was really a boom in front of him - a raging fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and in the burning flames, countless evil demons with weapons in their hands stared at him, their faces were hideous, their bodies were mixed with blood and dirt, and they muttered "rush over" and "kill him" in their mouths.

After experiencing the dead silence just now, Yan Moying was not afraid of such a scene at all. He drew the sword and dagger he was wearing, holding the dagger in his left hand and the sword in his right, and prepared for battle with all his might.

"Who are you? Why kill me? Yan Moying asked.

No one answered, and it seemed inevitable that a fierce battle would be avoided. If you can't communicate, it's futile to ask why.

"Up!" I don't know where a shout came from, and those evil demons rushed over in unison, slashing at Yan Moying with the big knife in their hands.

Kill it, it's a different world! Yan Moying told himself like this, although he knew that even if he killed, there might not be life ahead.

Either way, it's no longer as dead and silent as it was just now. Looking at the blue-faced and fanged demons who rushed over one by one, Yan Moying felt as if he had been expelled for loneliness.

"Hehe......" Yan Moying laughed and laughed out loud - there are always some inexplicable vendettas in this world, and he obviously didn't provoke anyone, and there was such a scene ahead. Don't ask, don't explain, come up and attack. He was not laughing at what happened to him this time, but the vendetta he thought of in the world since ancient times for unknown reasons that he had not even communicated, and he laughed it all away.