"Bang Bang"

Blood fell from the wound on his chest, and Zhang Yanyun fell in the dark, his eyes gradually closed.

Darkness enveloped him, the flame of life was being extinguished, and his world was plunged into complete darkness.

"Sting"

Suddenly, someone lit a torch in the darkness, and the little demon slowly walked from a distance.

She walked to Zhang Yanyun's side expressionlessly, squatted down, stretched out her white little hand and gently pressed Zhang Yanyun's chest.

A strange power came from the palm of the little demon's hand, seeping into Zhang Yanyun's body from the wound, and he opened his eyes with a slight tremble.

"Little, little demon ......"

The little demon looked at him and said softly: "Brother, you are really going to die now......"

Zhang Yanyun stared at her, her face gradually turned flushed, as if she was returning to the light. He suddenly grabbed the little demon's arm and hissed, "Little demon, save, save senior sister." ”

"Heh......" The little demon sighed lightly, sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully, "You are going to die yourself, but you still want to save others?"

Zhang Yanyun shook his head and said with difficulty: "I, I owe her...... And she's Princess Qingzhao, she, she can't die......"

"Princess?" the little demon was slightly silent, then hatred flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What about the princess!!?

"You, you ......"

"Brother, you don't care about her, you alone can't save her. The little demon lowered his eyes, and his strange purple pupils blinked, "While I can still save you now, let's go." ”

"No, you can't go......" Zhang Yanyun stared at the little demon's eyes, panting heavily, "You, you really didn't save her?"

"Except for my brother, the death or life of the rest of the people has nothing to do with me. The little demon put his hands on his cheeks and shook his head indifferently.

"Okay, good ......" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhang Yanyun's eyes, and that ruthlessness made the little demon frown slightly.

Zhang Yanyun said word by word: "Then, I agree to your request!"

"What?" This time it was the little demon's turn to be shocked, she looked at Zhang Yanyun's face blankly, with a look of disbelief.

Zhang Yanyun was also a little weak in his heart, he didn't know what the consequences would be after agreeing to the little demon, but he couldn't watch Zhou Chuxue die, not to mention that now he himself was going to die, even if he promised the little demon what the price was, it would be more terrible than death? As long as Zhou Chuxue can be rescued, his death is worth it!

But even so, he was still furious in his heart, and seeing that the little demon had not spoken, he couldn't help but pretend to be bold and stared at the little demon's eyes, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "What, what's wrong! Don't you always want me to agree? Difficult, don't you want to do it now? Or can't you solve the old man?!"

"Nonsense!" The little demon shouted violently, this was the first time Zhang Yanyun had seen her so irritable, the little demon grabbed Zhang Yanyun's collar, her porcelain doll-like face was close to Zhang Yanyun, and the purple fire in her eyes burned, "You really promise me?"

Zhang Yanyun said tremblingly: "If you want it, take it quickly, don't forget it...... Don't, don't ask me again......"

"Haha!" The little demon let go of Zhang Yanyun and laughed happily, with a faint purple flame burning all over his body, "Okay! brother, let us reign in the world!"

The little demon slowly rose into the air, and the originally dark world began to burn with faint purple flames.

Zhang Yanyun felt a little hot, and a flame was burning in his chest.

"Brother, after signing this agreement, you have seven chances to summon me, and I will help you eradicate everything. The little demon held up his hands, and his whole person was dyed with a halo, mysterious and weird, "But after the seven chances, your body belongs to me." ”

"Brother, promise me?!" The little demon looked down at Zhang Yanyun, his pupils burning with a raging majesty.

A purple sigil lit up in the center of the little demon's eyebrows, and the mark faintly resembled a spoon, or a strange knife.

The sigil shot out from the center of the little demon's eyebrows, projected between the two of them, emitting a purple glow.

Zhang Yanyun swallowed his saliva, he couldn't regret it anymore, he nodded: "I promise." ”

"Buzz"

The mark buzzed, slowly shrunk, carved into Zhang Yanyun's eyebrows, and disappeared in a flash.

A purple petite figure fell from the sky, and before Zhang Yanyun could react, the little demon had already pounced into his arms.

With a "bang", the little demon's body exploded, turning into a purple nebula and enveloping Zhang Yanyun.

"Wake up and make the world tremble!" the little demon whispered in Zhang Yanyun's ear.

......

The old man was just about to move his sword to perform the final blow, but he found that Zhang Yanyun, who had fallen to the ground and was unconscious, suddenly lit up with purple light.

"Huh?" The old man was slightly stunned, he was very sure that Zhang Yanyun had not yet received the baptism of the Hanging Court Sect and had no divine power in his body, but this strange purple light and this kind of aura were clearly divine power!

For the first time, a solemn look appeared in the eyes of the old man, and his thin fingers hooked to retrieve the black sword.

His face changed suddenly!

The black sword that blended with his flesh and blood was no longer under his control!!

It's not that Black Sword doesn't want to come back, but it's controlled by a power that far surpasses the Heavenly Crippled Old Man, and he can't come back!

The black sword trembled, the black mist trembled, and the old man gradually became gloomy.

"Evil barrier, let go!" After all, the old man of the Heavenly Remnant was a master-level powerhouse, and in a fit of anger, his whole body was full of divine power, and the light of the black sword suddenly exploded, and the surrounding grass was immediately cut down by the black mang, razed to the ground!

But he still couldn't break free from the seemingly weak purple light.

Zhang Yanyun suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantial purple lights in his eyes rushed straight to the universe!

"Bang!"

The black sword shattered!

The face of the old man changed, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and his momentum shrank suddenly.

Zhang Yanyun stood up indifferently, the wounds all over his body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, including the penetrating wound in his chest, his heart began to beat vigorously again, and it was gradually wrapped in the newly grown flesh and blood around him, and his bones crackled.

Everything around him was different from before, he seemed to be able to see if there was a figure on the moon, he could hear the sound of blades of grass growing, and the world opened a door to him.

"You...... What the hell are you?!" Even though the old man had experienced countless things, he had never seen such a strange situation, and with the explosion of the black sword that he had conceived all his life, he had already suffered a lot of injuries in his body.

Zhang Yanyun didn't look at him, but stared sideways at the bright moon in the sky, and whispered softly after a long time: "The moon is like before...... Long time no see. ”

"So let's die!" the old man snorted coldly, and a huge statue of a god appeared behind him, the whole idol was caged in a pitch-black robe, and a huge dark scythe was carried behind him, bringing the breath of silence and death in the dark night.

As soon as the statue came out, all the vitality in this land was quickly extinguished, and even the woods not far away withered, and for a time the dead leaves flew, and the moonlight was also covered with a layer of dead silence.

Idol of God, Black Scythe Grim Reaper.

The old man sneered, pulled out a withered scythe from the void, and his figure disappeared abruptly!

"Huh!"

He appeared behind Zhang Yanyun, and the scythe cut a cold arc in the air and slashed at the back of Zhang Yanyun's neck!!

"Die!"

"Bell!"

The Snow Moon Sword was pulled into Zhang Yanyun's hand at some point, the Snow Moon Sword chirped slightly, as if it wanted to break free of Zhang Yanyun's palm but couldn't do anything, the Snow Moon Sword raised to block the attack of the sickle.

Zhang Yanyun turned his head indifferently and said softly: "The end of you, say goodbye with blood!"

Ancient texts are recited, and the situation is changing.

The Snow Moon Sword trembled in the air, and the cold sword surface reflected the moonlight.

"Bang"

The Snow Moon Sword sank into the sickle like slicing tofu, and passed into the throat of the old man!

Blood swelled wildly, and the old man widened his pupils in disbelief.

The scythe of the Grim Reaper, it was broken like this?!

"No...... No way!"

Zhang Yanyun jumped up, turned around, and made a beautiful and gorgeous roundhouse kick, right in the middle of the hilt of Xueyue's sword!

The hilt of the sword rotated, and the head of the old man was cut off!

"Death?" Zhang Yanyun, or the little demon sneered, "I am the Grim Reaper." ”