Thinking about it, this "ancient demon body" touched the black gauze demon girl a lot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No wonder Liu Yan'er's little goblin is very fond of you......" muttered to herself. smiled at Mu Qingyang, and then Mu Qingyang felt a strong force coming and rose into the air. The black gauze demon girl rushed away with Mu Qingyang, her body was like a cloud, and she didn't look fast, but after a few slides, she had already disappeared into the darkness......

It didn't take long for it to disappear.

A purple cloud suddenly came in the sky, and the speed was almost to the limit. In the blink of an eye, it landed on the muddy ground where the battle had just begun. It was a raging mass of purple flames, and then the purple flames quickly faded away, revealing a graceful figure. The snow-like silver hair, the thin curved eyes, and the moon like lotus petals in the sky have a charm that seduces the soul and the bones.

Liu Yan'er, she's here.

Gently twitching his small nose, a cold and gloomy cold light suddenly swept in the eyes of the lotus petals like a crescent. She bent down and stuck her fingers on the blood, washed away by the rain. With a gentle rubbing of two fingers, she looked around, and with a wave of one hand, countless purple points of light swirled from all around, gathered in her palm, and gradually turned into a purple petal. After receiving the slight consciousness from the petals, Liu Yan'er's eyes were already covered by two balls of purple flames, and she snorted angrily: "Meng Po, you cheap woman!" The palm of her hand tightened violently, and purple flame erupted from her body, instantly encircling her, and the purple light flashed and chased away.

"Who the hell are you?" Mu Qingyang asked in a hoarse voice, his open mouth poured cold wind into him, making him cough several times when he was weak and weak, and his throat was full of fishy sweet taste. The fast-flying black gauze demon girl slowed down a little, gained more strength in her hands, and dragged Mu Qingyang in front of her, watching him droop his head, thin bloodlines oozing from his mouth and nose, and his shape was miserable.

Mu Qingyang's vision was already blurred, but he could still feel that the woman who controlled his life and death was looking at him with an interesting look. And the violent sound of the wind in his ears also made him understand that this woman was still flying at high speed. This seems to be an ordinary flight, but it is the most powerful one. This enchantress is definitely the most terrifying and unfathomable enemy he has ever encountered. In the face of overwhelming strength, all intrigues and tricks, all slippery rhetoric are useless. Anyway, now it's a chicken on the board, and life and death are determined by heaven.

Think of this layer. Mu Qingyang's heart relaxed, and then an indescribable sense of frustration slowly leaked out of his internal organs, soaking him in waves, engulfing his 36,000 pores, engulfing his mouth and nose, and making him so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

has been struggling in this world for a long time, and Mu Qingyang has always been a little isolated with pride.

The people he saw and the things he saw were excellent, but Mu Qingyang had never been afraid of them, let alone felt that he was a little shorter. Even if he wanted to challenge the demon army on his own, he was never discouraged. Whether it was good luck or tenacity, he came step by step. As his strength continues to increase, he even has a peculiar sense of superiority, and he is comfortable in a strange and harsh environment. There is no doubt that he has always considered himself a strong man, a man who is on the verge of being at the head of most people. After all

He's just a young man in his twenties, and he's proud.

Until I met this enchantress.

He realized that he had been wrong.

This world does not revolve around him, there are people who are a hundred times stronger than him, a thousand times stronger. The frog crouched at the bottom of the well, thinking that the sky was just a small patch overhead. I didn't expect the sky to be big and the sea to be so wide. I'm the frog myself. Mu Qingyang's heart, which had always been proud, was suddenly overwhelmed, and the impact was particularly violent, and he was even confused for a moment. The faith he relied on, the tough shell he had packed, was shattered overnight. Even he didn't know what the meaning of his so-called revenge was. In the eyes of the high-ranking people, all this turned out to be just a farce.

This sudden thought blew through his heart like a wind, blowing away the little fog that had just been drawn up. Praying mantis spreads its teeth and claws in front of elephants.

What's the point, in the eyes of a person like a demon girl, isn't he the praying mantis? Isn't it the clown in the stage repertoire?

What made him feel most uncomfortable was that even the book spirit turned his back on him, he knew that when the demon girl used spiritism on him, the book spirit could come out to save him, but the book spirit didn't.

Even his most trusted partner has abandoned him.

Mu Qingyang was filled with desolation and melancholy, and he was so depressed that he couldn't suppress the mouthful of blood that pressed on his throat anymore, and he spit it out, and blood beads were sprinkling.

The black suddenly went away, Mu Qingyang felt that the world was spinning for a while, and then he fell heavily to the ground, under the huge impact, all the internal organs seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and it was so uncomfortable that Mu Qingyang rolled over and over, and the fragments of internal organs mixed with purple-black blood spurted out in a big gulp.

The demon girl got rid of Mu Qingyang, just to avoid the blood that was spilled. After Mu Qingyang struggled for a while and gradually calmed down, she floated down leisurely.

Lingmei's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, neither pity nor disgust, as if she was looking at a dead thing.

Is it disdainful?

Then why don't you kill me, don't kill me?

Under the impact of constantly complex emotions, Mu Qingyang's blood surged upwards and crashed into his mind. After all, he was an extremely proud man who could not bear such humiliation. The faces stained by the muddy water were also distorted. He yelled vaguely. A little strength oozed from his body, which was dried up by a wave of death, and this strength sobbed and choked, as intermittent as a woman's cry, and finally made Mu Qingyang stand up and stumble towards the demon girl......

With a snap, his forehead was flicked by a finger of the demon girl.

Mu Qingyang flew upside down for four or five meters, and fell again.

The little bit of strength that was finally born suddenly evaporated cleanly.

Mu Qingyang was completely unconscious.

Consciousness is like a shelled egg spinning and floating, where is this......

Who am I?

Who am I?

At the moment when this confused consciousness tried its best to recall, a huge suction force pierced, and it was pulled into an orange vortex, and countless fragments of consciousness were absorbed and continuously integrated. The memory gradually became clearer.

I am......

Mu Qingyang.

It's me, wasn't I taken by the enchantress?

Where is this?

"Don't think about it anymore, this is your spiritual sense, this is your body."

Book Spirit ......

It's you!

Mu Qingyang shook violently, looking extremely excited.

He looked around and saw only an orange flame suspended in the air, but in the center of the flame was a book of ghosts.

Are you a book spirit?

"It's me!"

The consciousness was finally clear, the book spirit was still in his body, but his heart sank suddenly, and the scene of spiritism occupying his heart surfaced again, why didn't he save him when he saw death, why didn't he help himself.

Isn't it the most trustworthy partner?

Isn't it the Origin Ritual of Living and Dying?

Mu Qingyang asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, but I can't be discovered by the people of the Night Temple, so I can't help you."

Shu Ling's voice came coldly and indifferently, although it was an apology, but it became a matter of course in its mouth. This sentence broke the last trace of luck in Mu Qingyang's heart, he had comforted himself that Shu Ling might be powerless, but ......

The book spirit ruthlessly shattered his last extravagant fantasy......

broke the last bit of trust he had in his partner......

It wasn't that it couldn't help itself......

It doesn't help......

Just because you can't be discovered, that's the reason.

Mu Qingyang chuckled. Suddenly felt so strange, the scholar who had walked the long road together and accompanied him, was it really a partner that he recognized?

Years of wind and rain, mutual support, unreserved trust.

His only familiar companion in this abyssal world, just like that, brutal annihilation......

Mu Qingyang didn't even have the strength to be angry. He didn't want to see it again, never.

Mu Qingyang turned around, and at this moment he found that there was another golden flame in the dark sky.

It's just that this flame is not only pitifully small compared to the book spirit, but is even about to be extinguished.

"You can absorb it, it's pitifully small now."

The voice of the book spirit came again, but Mu Qingyang didn't hear it, his consciousness came to the golden flame, and a brutal evil aura suddenly burst out, it was it, the sealed evil thing Heavenly Silkworm Gu.

After being burned by the black flames of the enchantress.

The Heavenly Silkworm Gu had already melted, and only the origin power of this evil thing remained. The consciousness probed, and the evil consciousness struggled, and the golden flame actually expanded a little. I didn't expect that in the end, you saved me.

Mu Qingyang smiled self-deprecatingly, stretched out his "hand", the power of the evil thing was really weak, and he was easily caught in the "hand" by Mu Qingyang. It's just that the evil qi transmitted by the power of the evil thing also infected Mu Qingyang, and the originally pure consciousness body obviously became variegated.

A series of blows and betrayals made Mu Qingyang, who was already extremely depressed and angry, feel evil.

The dark black red on the evil thing slowly seeped out, melting bit by bit, and then secreting an evil turbid liquid, which soaked Mu Qingyang's spiritual consciousness body, constantly fermenting and infiltrating, until a gloomy message was transmitted: "You saved me, presumably for self-preservation, in order to thank you, stay in my body forever." ”

The gloomy tone made people's hairs stand on end.

The evil creature seemed to have a premonition that its end was coming, and it screamed wildly, shooting evil energy, and shaking in a frenzied struggle. But how could it, having lost most of its strength, escape Mu Qingyang's control. The voices of struggle are getting weaker and weaker.

However, Mu Qingyang's consciousness body is constantly expanding and contracting, and every time it wriggles, there is more yin and less vitality on the body.

There was a piercing scream, and the whistling sound shook the skull, almost piercing the entire void into two petals. The scream lasted only a breath before it stopped abruptly. In the dark sky, the golden flame was no longer visible, and only a dark red evil heart fire kept burning......

The black gauze demon girl Meng Po dragged Mu Qingyang, who fell into a coma, through the forest and the mountains.

It didn't take long for Sorodon to be left far behind. A pungent smell of blood entered her nose. Her eyebrows were slightly raised, and they slowly landed on a small branch, and her white feet glowed faintly in the dark night.

Although her target is only Mu Qingyang, those demons in the abyss must also take care of it, otherwise how can she explain to the Monarch of Los Angeles. But at the thought of going to meet the beasts, she couldn't help but twist her eyebrows, revealing an uncomfortable look.

Of course, it's not because she's afraid, but because she has a habit of cleanliness.

The gore seems to be heavier.

Meng Po didn't see any movement, a faint black mist enveloped her, repelling all the smells, she was a little more delicate, and she had slipped out, maybe it was because she was uncomfortable with the smell of blood, she didn't even notice that Mu Qingyang who was dragging had some changes.

The red on the man's right hand was receding, and the wounds on his body were healing at a terrible rate, the flesh wriggling and quickly filling the cut wounds.

Meng Po soon came to the venue with a strong smell of blood.

Even when she was not shocked, she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. The dense black clouds in the sky were bloody, and the surface was covered with broken limbs, soaked in thick brown plasma, and the wind blew, causing blood-colored ripples...... Countless fragments of human flesh and bones can imagine the tragedy of the battle at that time, and that's it, what is even more terrifying is their dying expression and the weirdness of their death, that kind of expression, only people who are stimulated by great fear and have a mental breakdown, that kind of death, it is actually sucked dry by people and torn into pieces, and everyone is so similar, but it is impossible to see whether they were killed by a group of people or one person. The crazy and hideous faces under the night seemed to announce what fierce emotions they had before they died. Meng Po endured the discomfort brought to him by his cleanliness habit and floated in such a Shura field. Soon, she confirmed that none of the demons and dwarves were buried here.

Although these disgusting guys are extremely savage, Meng Po also knows their strength, and they are also top-notch in the abyss world. And being brutally killed like this, what kind of force to be reckoned with.

Who can have such a force near the abyss world now?

Rong Dai and Liu Yan'er? No way, if she was nearby, she would have rescued this kid in her hand a long time ago. Who else but them?

Meng Po couldn't figure it out even if she wanted to break her head, the demons of the two legions and tens of thousands of dwarves, even if they were the army of the Demon Realm or the army of the Netherworld, could not be taken down so easily, and looking at the tragic situation of their deaths, it could not be caused by the army.

The thoughts in my mind were non-stop, but my face was cold.

At this time, the alarm suddenly appeared, Meng Po looked sideways, and finally moved.

A cloud of purple flame rushed in this direction. As a sworn enemy, how could she not recognize it, Liu Yan'er, she actually came, how could she come here? Wasn't he sent out by the "Nether Emperor" to carry out a demon lurking mission? A series of questions only flashed, and Meng Po didn't think about hiding or running away at all. Because she knows Liu Yan'er's strength very well.

If there was no one in her hand, she could run away, but with one more person, she couldn't escape Liu Yan'er's spiritual eye tracking technique.

In the blink of an eye, Ziyan was in front of him.

As soon as Zi Yan dispersed, Liu Yan'er's peerless face came out, but now she was covered with frost, and her eyes were covered with Zi Yanhu, anyone could see how angry she was, and in front of her sworn enemy, she didn't need to hide it at all.

Without looking at the surrounding Shura scene at all, Liu Yan'er stared at Meng Po and only said one sentence: "Put him down." ”

Meng Po smiled and lifted Mu Qingyang up: "Did you say him?" (To be continued.) )