Murong Xuan didn't know what incredible things would happen when that strange energy all entered a guy's body, but he guessed that the little guy was not as devoured as he was.

In this way, does it mean that the contract of the Divine Seal has really succeeded, and Whitebeard has successfully found a host? Now he has to believe it even if he doesn't believe it, because the matter in front of him is obvious. Resurrection from the dead, another rule, is inviolable. Therefore, this life and death is a natural law for heaven and earth, but breaking this law will be punished by heaven.

Murong Xuan followed, leaving Die Xuan to stomp his feet angrily. In one sentence, the process of his injury was omitted, and it was quite beautiful to think about.

Die Xuan looked at the dashing back, his expression changed between anger and nymphomaniac, and then he snorted coldly, "Go back and settle this account with you, hum!"

She turned her head, glanced at Ling'er on the side with some strangeness, looked at the bell in her hand with jealousy, and said with a smile, "Sister Ling'er, what is that thing in your hand, can you lend it to my sister and let me see?"

Just now, she could witness the magical scene of the bell, which can absorb the spiritual treasure of the yin to strengthen itself, plus this thing is still surrounded by a good aura. Die Xuan speculated that the origin of this thing must be not much worse than Murong Xuan's split fan. Gorgeous and elegant accessories are a woman's love, this treasure is not only a sharp weapon, but also a gorgeous decoration, which has a special attraction to her.

It's just that Ling'er directly ignored her words, she turned around and followed in a dashing manner, ignoring Diexuan at all. This scene made Diexuan's expression cold, and the cold color in his eyes was even stronger.

A few flashes of lightning occasionally flashed in the gloomy air, and thunder followed. The yang dragon ran through the jungle, which was an unprecedented sense of comfort. There was an abyss ahead, but Yang Long felt that it was heaven, a paradise that belonged to him.

A red figure weaved through the forest, and before the raindrops could fall on his shoulders, he was bounced away by the evil aura that surrounded him, and he sprang like a jungle elf. Yang Long felt that his thinking had never been so clear, and there was a steady stream of power pouring out of his body, and he ran, heroic and happy.

Only then did Yang Long know that the terrifying speed that erupted on the martial arts platform before turned out to be the guy in his own body. It seems that the moment he passed out in a coma, the guy inside him replaced him. Because of the upper limit of his body, the strength he can use is limited, so after bursting out of a short limit, his body exceeds the load and passes out.

Thinking back to the guy in his mind who was exactly like himself, he secretly speculated that that guy must be his so-called negative feelings, which is the dual personality of the Holy Demon. If Uncle Lei is not wrong, the guy who cultivates in that terrifying black mist is probably the other half hidden in his character.

But he had never heard that the other half of the Holy Demon Man's personality would actually cultivate on his own, and such a strange existence would have been living in his own body, could it be because he didn't have a demon core? Thinking of this, the doubts in Yang Long's heart became more and more complicated.

He shook his head at the moment, not wanting to think about it, no matter how the guy inside him came from, he was a part of himself. Now his most critical task is to escape from the clutches of those guys, otherwise if he falls into their hands, Yang Long will not even have any hope of death.

It is less than 100 meters away from the abyss, but the distance is as long as centuries away. The people in the rear had already caught up in just a few blinks of an eye, and quickly surrounded Yang Long in the center, which was much faster than Yang Long imagined, and this was because of the difference in strength too much.

Even if Yang Long had already used the power of the guy in his body, he still couldn't escape from the palm of these guys. It's not just the difference in speed, it's because the two can't be compared at all, it's like an elephant and an ant, there is no comparison.

Yang Long is now in the realm, not even a sealer, he doesn't even know how to sense the elements of heaven and earth, let alone control it. It's like he has a treasure trove in his body now, but he doesn't have the key to it, so he can only sit in front of it and sigh.

The bald man came up from behind, and said with a look of contempt on his face, "Little one, do you think you can still run away?"

However, Yang Long couldn't see any expression on his face except for an evil smile, so he didn't seem to care about anything like that. In his previous life, many people commented on him, he was lively and enthusiastic before he fell out of love, but since he fell out of love, he has become extremely indifferent, as if he doesn't care about a qiē. Unexpectedly, after he came to this world, the two were also divided into people with different personalities in his mind.

"Hey, hey, so guts, you can still laugh, wait for me to see if you cry or laugh." The bald man seemed to lick the corners of his mouth with some excitement and said, "You say, should I call you Whitebeard or should I call you a little brat?"

Yang Long looked at the crowd around him, there were almost thirty guys here, and all of them were very good. If he was going to break out, he would be attacked by thirty men at the same time. Not to mention whether he could accept a full blow from one of them, the slightest movement of one of those guys' fingers alone could kill him.

Yang Long didn't know what kind of entanglement their realm had reached, but he knew that the guy who died at his hands was really unlucky. He was lucky enough for this kind of thing once, he never thought he would be able to kick a group to death.

Yang Long didn't answer the bald man's words at all, although he was shocked why Whitebeard appeared in his mind, but he was not stupid enough to say it, not to mention that they didn't know each other at all.

He wanted to break through the siege now, and there was only one way. That is to borrow the power of the guy in the body to realize the scene on the competition platform again, that kind of inhuman speed. Although his speed is much faster than before, after all, he has only borrowed a little, if he pulls that guy's strength wholeheartedly, he may have an increase in speed, and even a big increase in strength.

However, he knew the consequences of this kind of ending, that is, his body could not bear it, and he might fall unconscious again, and maybe his body would collapse if he couldn't withstand this kind of strength.

Although Yang Long didn't know if this method would work, after all, the people chasing him were not ordinary people, and the cultivation of these guys was terrifying, and he might not be able to get rid of it.

But now he is also difficult to ride a tiger, if he doesn't leave, he will definitely die, even if he rushes out, the end will be almost the same. Because there is an abyss in front of you, there is a possibility that you may fall to pieces, but of course, there is also the possibility that Yang Long guessed. Maybe there is an opportunity below, and if you don't die, you will pick up a few books against the sky, and you will become an invincible miracle, and when you climb out, you can kill everyone in seconds with one finger.

However, he would rather die than give in, he is a person who has to control himself even if he dies, and his fate does not need others to decide.

"Catch Him"

However, as soon as the bald man's voice fell, Yang Long's body suddenly erupted with a stronger momentum than before, and a stream of blood surrounded Yang Long, dyeing him scarlet, and this scene is not an exaggeration to describe it with blood like a rainbow.

I don't know if it's because the guy in his body is cultivating, Yang Long can clearly feel that he has a special connection with that guy, this inexplicable relationship has existed long ago, which is why Yang Long's body is extremely tired, but he can stand up, and a considerable part of it is supported by this guy in his body.

Now he's taking advantage of that connection, and he's taking some power from that guy, which is kind of like borrowing. This power was even more amazing than Yang Long imagined, he didn't know when this guy in his body started cultivating, but he knew that this power was not something that his realm could support at all.

But these are no longer important, the important thing is that this power makes Yang Long's body feel like a dry river, desperately sucking Yun, greedy and unable to stop. If he doesn't release it, it is estimated that he will not start to escape, and this force will be able to destroy himself.

"Hiss" A small tearing sound gradually resounded in Yang Long's ears, it was the sound of cracking skin, obviously this power had reached the limit of Yang Long's body.

A trace of blood overflowed from the surface of the Yang Dragon's skin, making the surrounding blood qi even thicker, and the current Yang Dragon looked like a blood cocoon. Yang Long's eyes became even more crimson, and a trace of madness overflowed from them, shocking everyone present.

"Is this guy the devil in front of you? What kind of eyes are they?"

"Why do I see those eyes tremble involuntarily?"

"Why is the aura on this little guy's body so terrifying?Abyss Lord?Or has the Nine Demon King been reborn?"

"What the hell is going on?"

While everyone was talking, a low roar came from Yang Long's mouth. The next moment, a strange scarlet rune suddenly burst out of his chest. It was a demonic rune, with countless stripes and extremely complex textures, but these were only a pair of runes that looked like indifferent eyes.

As soon as the rune came out, Yang Long's whole body was filled with a red light like a small sun, stabbing everyone's eyes. And Yang Long's figure also disappeared in place in an instant at this time.

Everyone could almost ignore this kind of flare, but they couldn't help but be shocked by the speed of the little guy in front of them. Because it was so fast, so fast that even they were stunned. At this speed, even those who had performed the Wind Seal Technique couldn't keep up.

However, Murong Xuan, who was about to catch up not far away, was directly stunned on the spot, looking at the dazzling runes emanating from not far away, this strange rune seemed to be able to penetrate his body, and a trace of cold meaning was born from his heart. A forgotten race popped into his mind, and that race had a kind of imprint.

"Holy Demon Mark?"