Zhuo Yuan knew very well what the illusion in front of him was, except for him who was able to keep the spiritual platform clear with his aura, all the other people had already been infused by the demonic qi. Everyone thought that what they saw and did was just an illusion, but in fact they were all in a coma.

Although he can maintain the clarity of the spiritual platform, it is only because of the aura. Song Rongbi's demonic energy is constantly wearing down with aura, once he is broken through the last line of defense, it is a dead end, and he will be controlled by Song Rongbi at any time, devouring the soul of consciousness, that is, Song Rongbi said, is he really born with a glass body, occupied by it, and thus giving birth to a more and more powerful night demon.

In a trance, Zhuo Yuan heard someone shouting: "Hold on, don't fall off, the lifeboat is not far from you." ”

At this time, Zhuo Yuan was on the top of a big tree, holding the sturdy trunk tightly in his hands, but under his feet there was already a raging flood, and the raging and turbid flood rushed past him.

More than ten people stood there on the roof of the building in the distance and called for help, Zhuo Yuan looked over, his parents, uncles and aunts, and his cousins and sisters, crying and crying for help, he remembered that there were many bungalows in the village, but now they are already under water, and I don't know how many villagers have been washed away by the flood.

He looked back, there was a lifeboat, on top of several officers and soldiers wearing life jackets, desperately rowing this way, a short-haired female soldier was anxiously shouting: "Don't be afraid, hold on, we will be there soon." ”

Zhuo Yuan subconsciously hugged the trunk of the tree, he watched the lifeboat struggling in the torrent, the soldiers were sweating profusely, they were only a few years older than themselves, but they had already put life and death out of the way, just to row over and save him.

Zhuo Yuan seemed to remember something, and shouted at the relatives on the roof: "The building is about to collapse......

"......" The relatives on the other side were also shouting something, but Zhuo Yuan couldn't hear a word, he knew that soon the small building would be washed away by the flood, and the flood swept down, so many relatives were not spared, he turned his head and shouted to the lifeboat: "Save them first, leave me alone, leave me alone......"

A flood rushed ahead, and the fragile building disappeared into the torrent in an instant, and the six-year-old little cousin called out to her mother, but she didn't know where she was swept away by the flood......

"Dad...... Mom......" Zhuo Yuan shouted heartbreakingly as he looked at those who were swept into the whirlpool and those who were swept away by the flood.

"The power of heaven and earth is irresistible." The stiff Chinese sounded in his ears: "If you can reach the god of transformation, you may be able to carry the heaven and earth, but people cannot be resurrected after death, even if you reach the god of transformation, what can you do?" Your parents are dead, your loved ones are dead, your sister who wants to watch TV all day and be an actress is dead, and the sister who pesters you every day to tell her stories is dead...... You're an orphan, what's the point of living? Get out of it, let go of your hands, fall into the water with peace of mind, and accompany them, even if you go to hell, it's a family reunion......"

Zhuo Yuan muttered, "Yes...... What else does it mean to be alive? His arms loosened, and he looked at the frenzied flood beneath his feet, and wanted to jump off it.

"Let's jump." The voice rang in my ears: "It's a hundred." ”

"yes, it's a hundred." Zhuo Yuan gradually let go of the trunk in his hand!

"Don't let go, don't die!" The female soldier on the lifeboat screamed, "Hold on, hold on......"

Her face gradually became clearer, her face was full of sweat, her face was red because of hard work, and her stubborn and combative face, Zhuo Yuan remembered that she should be called Chu Jing, yes, she also has a niece named Chu Chu.

"Don't come here, it's dangerous." Zhuo Yuan shouted: "Leave me alone, leave me alone." ”

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Yan Lingyu only felt that her body was extremely cold, she sneaked along the air conditioning pipe to the vicinity of the locker room, almost stunned by the scene in front of her, hundreds of police officers and soldiers were like clay wood sculptures, standing silently, and more than ten people fell to the ground, their eyes widened, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying. She didn't need to go down to observe, she already knew that the dozen or so people were dead, and as for those carved officers and soldiers, God knows what happened?

Looking through the gap in the pipe, she saw Zhuo Yuan standing at the door of the locker room, holding a submachine gun in both hands, sweaty, and his body was still trembling slightly, but he didn't move. A tall South Korean player stood quietly across from him, as if to say something, with an extremely strange smile on his face at times.

"What the hell?" Yan Lingyu bit the tip of her tongue gently, and the severe pain made her know that she didn't have nightmares.

Suddenly, the Korean suddenly raised his head and glanced at the pipe where Yan Lingyu was.

"Holy! Hell yes! Yan Lingyu didn't hesitate, took out the pocket pistol from her calf, and fired at the man one after another, kicking her little foot on the wall of the pipe, and sliding backwards suddenly.

The whistling bullet was about to hit Song Rongbi, but it flew out like hitting a steel plate, and the two sculpture policemen fell to the ground, full of blood.

Song Rongbi really wanted to include this little girl in the illusion, but he was concentrating all his strength to fight with Zhuo Yuan's aura, like a dream, drawing Zhuo Yuan's consciousness into the most painful memories in his life, as long as he completely collapsed, Song Rongbi could devour his consciousness and completely accept his innate glazed body.

If you don't want to kill, you don't have enough strength!

Yan Lingyu saw that the bullet was ineffective for the first time, this surprise was not trivial, but the guy who was not a ghost or a ghost did not chase after him, the courage she cultivated in the military school was fat again, she opened the lid of the pipe behind her, jumped down, and happened to be a motionless special soldier next to her, Yan Lingyu put away the pistol, took the submachine gun in his hand neatly, and rushed towards Song Rongbi again.

Song Rongbi's killing intent suddenly appeared, the demonic qi condensed and blocked the bullets, snapping twice, he looked down in surprise, two bullets passed through his shoulders, and the rich aura was frantically eliminating the demonic energy on his body.

There is also an aura on the bullet? Song Rongbi shook his head, careless, but the injuries on his body didn't matter, his demonic qi swung to swallow that bit of spiritual energy cleanly.

"The gun is still big and more violent!" Yan Lingyu was satisfied with dropping the submachine gun that had run out of bullets, grabbed another one, and ran to continue shooting.

Zhuo Yuan had already let go of his hand, he felt the flood head rushing down, and his mouth had already choked on several mouthfuls of water, and the whirlpool in the water was desperately trying to pull him to the bottom.

It's all coming to an end? He thought of his strict and humorous father, his honest and hardworking mother, his sister who listened to stories as cute as Chu Chu, and his sister who learned to perform in front of the TV...... Tears welled up.

Song Rongbi had three more bullet holes on his body, but he didn't mind at all, he could feel that Zhuo Yuan's aura was weakening little by little, and in a few moments, he would be defeated.

As for the girl who fired like a tanuki? It's just a one-hit kill later.

One arm came over, hugged Zhuo Yuan's chest, and dragged him out of the water, and the stubborn female soldier shouted: "I've been rescued, pull me up......"

The flood water fell again, she desperately pulled the rope, and her comrades on the lifeboat pulled hard.

"Chu Jing?"

"Don't talk."

There was another wild wave, Chu Jing hugged Zhuoyuan, grabbed the trunk of the big tree just now, and shouted at her comrades: "Get closer." ”

"Where's Chu Chu?"

"Who is Chu Chu?"

"Then ...... you," Zhuo Yuan asked confusedly.

"To be honest, my mother is going to take the military academy exam, if you toss around, we will both have to drown." Chu Jing reprimanded.

No, there seems to be something wrong? Just when Song Rongbi mobilized the demonic qi to eliminate those bullet aura, Zhuo Yuan, who had slightly reduced the pressure, suddenly thought of something: "I should be drowned and dying, you rescue me ashore, give me artificial respiration, and extracardiac pressure." ”

"Artificial respiration?" Chu Jing thought for a while, pursed her red lips, and asked, "Is that so?" ”

"It's not!" Zhuo Yuan smiled miserably: "There is nothing to give birth to his heart, and his heart is really born without anything." The so-called illusion of the night demon of the demon world turned out to be nothing more than emptiness. ”

Flood, Big Tree, Chu Jing...... Disappeared in an instant.

Song Rongbi felt infinite oppression in an instant, and the vitality of heaven and earth was like a shadowless flood overwhelmingly surging towards Zhuo Yuan......

Song Rongbi understood that his illusion had been completely destroyed by his opponent, and he wanted to escape, but his all-out demonic energy had been completely imprisoned, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Yan Lingyu had just finished firing the bullet and was about to take the gun again, when he suddenly saw Zhuo Yuan move, he slowly raised his right hand, first compared his middle finger to Song Rongbi, and then slowly pressed it on Song Rongbi's eyebrows, and the ghostly stick fell to the ground.

"Holy, hell again." Yan Lingyu scolded in a low voice, didn't think about it, rushed to the back of those woodcarved policemen, opened the pipe, and got into it again.

Countless heaven and earth vitality is still washing Zhuo Yuan, he feels very good, like being reborn, his body is as light as a swallow, he is comfortable and about to fly, and the aura in his body is gathered layer by layer, and then he runs Zhou Tian......

Is this the Jindan period? Zhuo Yuan felt unprecedented power and couldn't help but be complacent.

Song Rongbi fell to the ground, and Zhuo Yuan sighed: "Originally, you had a great hope of becoming an outstanding star, but unfortunately you were too unlucky, and you were devoured by the night demon, and the time was also fate!" ”

"Zhuoyuan!" There was a loud shout behind him.

Deputy Mayor Kuang rushed over with a fat belly, he was angry and frightened, pointing to the corpse on the ground and shouting, "You ...... You killed so many people? The Korean team, the team that came to the game, half of them died? How to bear this responsibility? What can you say about these first sequence events? You've stabbed the big basket......"

Zhuo Yuan shrugged helplessly and looked at Song Rongbi's corpse: "You said that you killed so many people, why didn't you know that you had cleaned up this guy easily." ”

"Bastard, what did you say?" Vice Mayor Kwong was furious.

"I'll report to Colonel Ling, let's go." Zhuo Yuan looked at the police officers and soldiers who had woken up, but he was relieved, this time there were about twenty casualties, most of them were sticks, and his comrades suffered very few casualties.

Vice Mayor Kuang grabbed Zhuo Yuan's shoulder: "What are you going to go?" I approve you go? ”

Zhuo Yuan shook off his shoulders and was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Where are you going?" Vice Mayor Kuang is going to be arrested again.

Bang! Zhuo Yuan punched with a backhand, punched the pile of two hundred catties of fat away, and whistled at the thirteenth team: "Go!" ”