As soon as Ying Yanshu was about to stand up, an invisible and powerful force came from all directions, forcibly pouring into his mind, as if he was about to crush his skull. In the midst of his dizziness, Ying Yanshu vaguely saw that countless whistling knife arcs brought killing intent in the air. A scream of despair came out of nowhere.

It seems that something terrible is happening under his feet.

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On the eighth floor of the Soul Tower, a group of imposing guards suddenly rushed up. Unlike the previous guards, they were more imposing, and they also had this vermilion fingerprint on their foreheads. Seeing this, the down-and-out middle-aged man immediately threw himself down in front of the cage, clutched the railing, his finger bones roared, his green tendons were exposed, and his eyes were almost dripping blood. Round after round of swirling black arcs of knives appeared out of nowhere, whistling, heading straight for everyone's vital point.

The scarlet fingerprints on the top of the guards' heads suddenly burst into a bloody light, spreading, and burned a blood mark on their foreheads with a diameter of three fingers and a width of three fingers, and then floated out and floated half an inch in front of their foreheads. At the same time, the arc of the knife that roared in the air suddenly disappeared.

They are no ordinary guards, but elite troops in the Soul Tower Guards, and the blood mark on their foreheads can protect them from the Nightmare Illusion.

The guards quickly ran past the man without any pause. There was a hint of weakness in the man's eyes, and his eyes gradually dimmed, just like every day in the dark ten years. The sound of fighting upstairs reached his ears, and the guards' disdainful gaze fell on his eyes. What can I do? What can I do?

I will not, like a wasted man, waiting to die in a cage.

My fate is up to me, not the blood!

The man looked up to the sky and roared angrily, his long hair fluttered, his skin quickly withered, and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices like earthworms. The terrifying soul impact directly turned into a substantial sound wave, which reverberated in the stone chamber. The guards' figures suddenly froze, and their eyes blurred. The blood mark on his forehead shone brightly, resisting the erosion of nightmares. The two continued to clash, but it was still the blood seal that prevailed, and the soul wave gradually weakened.

Seeing this, the man's eyes overflowing with black blood added another bit of anger, despair, and madness, and the angry cry became more and more poignant. Suddenly, the man's eyeballs burst and black blood gushed like a waterfall. The long hair faded into white wilts in the blink of an eye, falling off the top of his head, and was lifted by the momentum emanating from the man's body, floating in the air like fallen leaves. The skin that was already withered like a dry corpse turned into dust little by little, and disappeared, revealing the white skeleton under the skin.

The soul wave surged instantly, and the blood mark on the guards' foreheads was shattered in one fell swoop. The arc of the knife roared, and apart from the skeleton lying on the cage, there was not a single intact corpse left on the eighth floor of Meita.

Nightmare - Ghost Slay!

The Soul Tower is made of ink-patterned stone. Produced in the primitive mountain system of Liuze, this strange stone of the South Mountain can block the soul and spiritual fluctuations to a certain extent. And in the man's desperate blow just now, the soul impact that surged out actually broke through the barrier of the ink-patterned stone wall, and rolled into the ninth layer like a wave crashing into the sky. However, its power has been weakened a lot compared to the original.

The blood seal was shining brightly, resisting the erosion of the illusion, and the falcon dragged its stiff body, still walking towards Ying Yanshu step by step. Ying Yanshu was not so lucky, the nightmare illusion instantly invaded his brain, and countless knife arcs swirled and roared. Ying Yanshu immediately turned over, and the jade willow sword swung to block the attacking arc. The blades tangent, sparks exploded, and the cold wind raised by the knife arc pierced Ying Yanshu's skin painfully. After the arc of the knife was blocked, it swung slightly in the air before striking again. And it's faster, stronger, and more ruthless. Ying Yanshu's pupils were once again covered with a layer of gold, and the arc of the knife quietly slowed down a little in his eyes, even so, he was still a little dizzying.

The jade willow sword danced rapidly, the tip of the sword was cold like mercury, and the sparks splashed around seemed to build a barrier in front of Ying Yanshu. Cold sweat gradually appeared on Ying Yanshu's forehead, and the force from his wrist became heavier. After all, the newly cast hilt is not as smooth as the original hilt, and under such a high-speed sword dance, the Yuliu Sword seems to be free of its hand at any time.

Just when the stormy sword arc was about to break through the sword defense, Ying Yanshu saw a pair of beautiful eyes through the sword light and sword shadow. The two looked at each other for a moment, and the sword arc in the sky passed away quietly. Ying Yanshu's golden pupils slowly turned gray, and his body gradually warmed, as if wrapped in childhood dreams, layer after layer. All pain and sorrow are gone, and you just need to sleep quietly.

Since the Ghost Slaying Illusion was weakened when it penetrated the Ink Pattern Stone Wall, Ling Chuyi directly used his own illusion to dispel the Ghost Slaying Illusion in Ying Yanshu's mind. At the same time, a gentle voice came into Ying Yanshu's mind.

"Don't sleep! you're in my nightmares!"

Ying Yanshu was shocked, and hurriedly kept the last trace of sobriety in his forehead. Ling Chuyi continued.

"The nightmare of the uncle you just saw downstairs, ghost killing. With this kind of intensity of illusion, he probably doesn't plan to leave a way for himself to live. Demon Slayer can contain the Falcon for a short time, and soon I will unlock the illusion, and after you return to action, if I can break the Demon Blood Mark on the Falcon on his forehead before the Demon Slayer disappears, I will be able to kill him. ”

"Trust me!"

Before the words fell, the warm feeling faded instantly, the ferocious killing intent cut from all around, and the whistling knife arc appeared in front of Ying Yanshu's eyes again. Cold sweat seeped from the tip of his nose, Ying Yanshu didn't have time to think about it, he kicked on the wall behind him, straightened his waist and tucked his abdomen, and passed through the blade of the sky like a dragon out of the water. With a "hiss", an arc of a knife slashed through his thigh, and blood flew. Then, an arc of the knife plunged into the wall behind the place where the wild goose book was supposed to be.

Ying Yanshu fell to the ground, and suddenly there was a pain in his thigh, and his feet were weak, and he actually knelt on one knee. A low "buzzing" sound came from behind, like dozens of huge wasps vibrating their wings together, and the arc of the knife that was actually inserted in the wall suddenly trembled, trying to struggle out. Ying Yanshu didn't dare to stay, slapped his palm on the ground, jumped up, and rushed towards the falcon.

At this time, the Demon Blood Seal had slowly emerged from the Falcon's forehead, and the blood was bewitching, as bright as the remnant sun. The originally vague fingerprints on the blood mark became extremely clear, and it seemed to be an ancient character for "Yu". The falcon was furious, and the violent beast roar blew up the hair in front of Ying Yanshu's forehead, and blasted it towards Ying Yanshu with a punch. At the same time, the sound of breaking wind sounded behind him, and the cold and cold wind pierced his spine. The arc of the knife that had just been inserted into the wall flew out again, whistling out.

Suffering from the enemy in the abdomen and back, Ying Yanshu's eyes were cold, and a touch of evil qi surged into his eyebrows, ignoring the arc of the knife behind him, and swung his sword to slash at the blood seal. The nails of the right hand holding the sword turned golden, and a few traces of dark golden fluorescence escaped from the fingers, spreading along the blade, embellished into a line of sword light, and the demon-breaking qi was contained in it.

When the swords were connected, the blood light instantly condensed, blocking the fluorescence on the blade and flicking the jade willow sword away.

Ying Yanshu's face changed slightly. In the next moment, a strong wind struck, and the falcon slammed into his face. Ying Yanshu flew out upside down, saliva mixed with blood in an arc in the air, and half of his face was bruised. He barely opened his other eye, clenched his teeth, and with a flick of his wrist, the jade willow sword spun out and slashed at the blood mark again.

The blood mark was hit twice in a row, and finally couldn't hold on, and the corner was gently cracked. The glow on the blade lasted only a moment. After the fluorescence dissipated, the jade willow sword bounced off the falcon's forehead like a dead branch through the blood mark, and fell to the ground.

The blood seal and the soul wave were originally inseparable, but the corner of the crack instantly broke the balance between the two, and the tiny crack gradually spread, at first slowly, and then like a burst of embankment, it turned into a little bit of blood and drifted away.

The falcon howled angrily and strode forward to catch up, trying to take advantage of the situation to kill Ying Yanshu. Suddenly, several sharp knife arcs suddenly appeared in his line of sight. There was a hint of puzzlement in the crazy demon eyes. As the Falcon hesitated, the arcs of the sword whistled past him one after another, raising a splash of blood on the side of his neck, waist, abdomen, shoulders, knees, and so on. The falcon was furious, roaring with its head held high, its muscles rising like rocks. The arc of the blade that had just flown out of the air slowly circled in the air before striking again, but this time, the blade only left a few white scratches on the falcon's skin. The Falcon, which had lost its mind, waved its arms in an attempt to knock the arc out of the air. However, each attack of the arc will be stronger than before. When the third attack came, even the falcon's tough demon skin was cut through several tiny cracks.

Ying Yanshu was knocked away by the falcon, and the man was still in the air, and a sharp arc of the knife slashed his back. In an instant, flesh and blood splattered. Ying Yanshu fell from the air like a lone bird with broken wings, landed on the ground head-on, and his nosebleed blurred his lips and teeth. On his back, the knife marks were hideous, and the blood was gushing like a spring. There was a feeling of emptiness behind him, and he didn't dare to slack off, endured the pain, and rose up. Two more knife arcs struck, and with a "bang", they were inserted into the ground where he had been upside down.

However, after two breaths, the injury behind him was affected, and Ying Yanshu fell from the air again. A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinheads. The gold on the right fingernail has long faded, blood is slowly oozing out from under the nail cover, and the meridians on the entire right arm are clearly visible. The left side of his face was completely bruised, and his eye socket was swollen like a blue-black bloody steamed bun. Nosebleeds spread across the face. There seemed to be a dislocated jaw, and saliva mixed with blood was salivating from the corners of the mouth. Covered in blood and covered in bruises.

"Damn, I can't die. Ying Yanshu supported his body with his left arm to prevent himself from falling, and said in his heart, "Wenwen is still waiting for me to go back." I promised my father and eldest brother that I would take care of Wenwen······"

Another arc of the knife slashed at his head with sharp energy. The seriously injured Ying Yanshu hung his head weakly and fell to the ground, like a flickering candle flame, which would be extinguished by the swirling sword wind at any time.

Suddenly, Ying Yanshu raised his head, his sweat-soaked hair was clinging to his forehead, and a pair of golden pupils stared at the incoming knife arc. Time slowed suddenly, and the arc of the knife slowly passed in the silence, like a light boat gliding across the water. A drop of sweat dripped from his face, as if he had fallen into the quagmire of time and space, and it had not fallen for a long time.

There was a "ding" sound, and beads of sweat hit the ground. The golden color in Ying Yanshu's pupils quietly disappeared, and everything returned to normal. The arc of the knife whistles. Ying Yanshu suddenly lifted his breath, turned over and let go, and the arc of the knife slashed heavily under his left armpit, sinking half of the blade into the ground. The blade scrazed the skin on his left ribs.

"Hoo ······" Ying Yanshu breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the ground for a while, and got up with a wry smile. Suddenly, another arc of the knife appeared in front of him silently. Ying Yanshu's pupils suddenly constricted. At this moment, he could even see the remnants of blood on the blade that was close at hand.

"It's over!" Ying Yanshu said in his heart. With such a close distance, he couldn't do anything. Fear, reluctance and regret appeared on his young face.

The sharp knife qi cut the epidermis of the bridge of Ying Yanshu's nose. At the moment when death was about to come, a withered corpse-like body in the eighth layer of Meita completely turned into white bones, and its jaws were wide open, just like the roar before death. His palms were still gripping the railing tightly, so hard that even his phalanges were cracked. Just as the monstrous waves were suddenly drained and the flames of the Burning Mountain were suddenly suffocated, the roaring sword arc in the ninth layer also disappeared in an instant.

Ying Yanshu was stunned for a moment, but he was a little overwhelmed, and there was even a tear hidden in the corner of his eye.

The Falcon was also stunned, the low intelligence of the demonized state was not enough for him to understand the situation in front of him. He shook his head, like a bear that had just woken up from hibernation, and the fierce light filled his eyes again, looking at Ying Yanshu. However, as soon as his gaze came, he met a pair of clear and beautiful eyes. The vision gradually blurred, and the warm feeling enveloped the falcon, and everything was like a childhood dream. Time seems to have returned to the beginning, he did not get into a sin because he joined the Charm Division, did not join the Charm Department because he was hunted down by the world, was not hunted down by the world because of his cursed body, was not cursed because he became an explorer, and did not become an explorer because his family was ruined······ The pain and sorrow are gone, and nothing has happened. Only, as long as he sleeps peacefully.

Nightmare - Heart.

Zhang Feng's pupils were gray, his body gradually changed back to the size of a normal human, and the sword wound on his chest that was stabbed by Ying Yanshu was clearly visible, but not a drop of blood flowed out. With a "plop", he fell to the ground, his lips moved slightly, and finally he stopped breathing.

The snake scale man spat out the forked snake core and licked his own eyes.

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The chaos in the city has gradually subsided, and only some ruins are still burning. On the banks of the Qiangyu River, the corpses were neatly lined up, waiting for someone to claim them under the guard of the army. Some of the charred corpses were so unrecognizable that they simply threw them into the flames along with the mercenary corpses to avoid causing the plague. On the other side of the city, lifeless mechanisms slowly turned, like the jaws of skeletons, and the machinery opened and closed slowly. The three figures between the megateeth, one lonely, one seriously wounded, and one indifferent, were slowly but surely fleeing the dark night of the city.