On the third watch, Lan Wujiang's body relaxed and sank into the bed, the silver silk was gently tucked on the sides, his hands were placed on the soul silk drops on his chest, and his lips murmured slightly, "Feng Zhao......"

But there was no response as usual.

"Feng Zhao?"

Lan Wujiang called again, and the silence around him was incomparable.

An inexplicable feeling of emptiness came up, accompanied by a hint of uneasiness......

"Are you there?" Lan Wujiang's fingertips trembled, and his eyebrows frowned.

A gasping sound echoed in Lan Wujiang's brain, Lan Wujiang's eyelids jumped, and his body muscles tensed.

"Are you hurt?"

Last time, Feng Zhao had already used up all his cultivation for Bao Lanqing's soul, but what kind of price did he use to help her today?

Lan Wujiang didn't dare to think about it, he only felt that his eyes were dry, and he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Feng Zhao in the sea of knowledge stood unconsciously on the rock, accepting the punishment of the god's curse.

His black hair and red eyes were as strange as a demon, and his sickly white wrists were bound with two long black iron chains, the chains could not see the source, and the emptiness was terrifying.

His eyelashes trembled when he heard Lan Wujiang's voice, his blank memories were filled with new thoughts, and his slender fingers wrapped around one red lotus after another, they bloomed and swayed, and then gently slammed into ashes and withered.

To live is to die, and to die is to be reborn.

Looking around, there was only boundless darkness, and he could see nothing but the golden runes engraved on the dark iron ring on his wrist.

The runes glowed and scorched, and golden thorns poked out from the outside to the inside, piercing Feng Zhao's wrists, and then merging into his body in the next second, absorbing his divine soul.

Gods and demons curse, gods and demons coexist, gods give birth to demons, and gods destroy demons.

At this moment, the soul of the god is damaged, and the demon soul is born.

The two unusually familiar words "Boundless ......" blurted out from Feng Zhao's mouth.

Suddenly, the internal organs were severely oppressed by the aura and demonic energy, and there was no time to react, and the pain of drilling the bones rushed to the top end.

Feng Zhao suddenly covered his heart, his face was pale, and his eyes were empty.

"Uh......" He suppressed his breath, but unexpectedly, another black iron chain flew from behind, tied him around his neck, and dragged him back.

Feng Zhao's forehead was bruised, cold sweat was dripping, and the chain of his hand on his neck was pulled out fiercely.

In the dark, his red eyes and blood light were like mandalasara, and he should have been the most unscrupulous, but he couldn't break free from the shackles and let this spell slaughter.

Braked, his feet kicked into the air, the three Xuantie chains took off, Feng Zhao's center of gravity lost control, and the whole person was drowning into the magma pool by the Xuantie chain.

A splash of heat rolled over.

……

"Feng Zhao!"

Lan Wujiang's heart was in turmoil, and he instinctively sensed that Feng Zhao was in danger.

If Feng Zhao disappears because of her......

No way!

Lan Wujiang's pupils narrowed, cold sweat oozed from his palms, and rows of red marks appeared on his nails.

Thinking of this result, Lan Wujiang felt like being eaten by ants.

Lan Wujiang's mouth was astringent, and he risked the destruction of his meridians and fell into the sea of consciousness.

She can give up anyone, but she can't give up Feng Zhao.

It was he who rescued him from the sea of suffering, and it was he who crossed her out of the abyss.

He's the light......

Lan Wujiang trembled and opened the realm of knowing the sea.

All you can see is the barren inferno-like rocks and lava......

She took a step forward, and cracks began to appear in the ground, and the magma beneath the ground flipped and heat rolled on.

Suddenly, the cry of the ghost baby, the sound of the soldiers on the battlefield, and the sound of the fire burning, mixed with the iron horse, the dead soul, and the sound of resentment and scolding, penetrated from the ground, piercing and tearing up.

The surrounding scene changed drastically, and the floating white mist was stained with blood.

If it was once just desolate, it's creepy now.

What's going on?

The sound gurgled from beneath the lava.

Like the fires, it grows stronger and stronger.

Lan Wujiang covered his ears suddenly, his lips trembled, his fingers were clasped in his hair, and the demonic nature in his body was urged by this voice to endure and wait.

The magma coalesced from the cracks in the ground and attacked the Boundless Realm.

Lan Wujiang bit out the blood from his mouth, his eyes burst with ruthlessness, and his hands gradually drooped down and clenched into fists.

He regained his senses.