Compared with the breakthrough of cultivation, Ning Yan's life has also reached a critical juncture, he has lost his vitality and survives with only one thought, and he can never wake up after a little relaxation, which is a real life hanging by a thread. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He flicked his sleeves, and ten jade bottles were opened in front of him, he raised his head and drank the blood in it, and then pinched his fingers to introduce the demon blood into the meridians, trying to refine the vitality with the Chengtian True Qi!

However, at the moment when the demon blood entered the body, the mutant was born!

The splendid totem behind Ning Yan seemed to be attracted by the demon blood, and spit out a trace of evil qi in reverse, directly invading Ning Yan's bone marrow and internal organs uncontrollably, although it was not demonic qi, the monstrous demonic intent still instantly dispersed the true qi he had just gathered!

He barely condensed, and his inner look immediately discerned that the evil qi was not the breath of the embroidery thread itself on the totem, but the inner ...... of the totem There are monsters at work!

Twelve Shura!

If it was the rudimentary form of True Qi before Ning Yan, it might still be able to barely fuse the evil qi, but the true qi attribute was vast and neutral, and it must not be compatible with other evil aura!

Two diametrically opposed auras collided and exploded violently in Ning Yan's body, and at the same time, his cultivation fell wildly, and his true qi had already dissipated in just two breaths!

Ning Yan was attacked and violently spewed out a mouthful of blood, which was the demon blood he had not been able to refine, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and the smell was sweet and evil. His internal organs were eroded and torn apart by the evil qi, and the pain was intense and heartbreaking.

The Shura totem behind it is still unreal, but it has invisibly opened a deep and unseepable path. Along the road, a thread of embroidery spreads out of it, and a scarlet aura flows from it.

The evil qi dispelled the true qi, turned into a whirlpool storm in Ning Yan's body, and swept away wantonly, a white-haired and black-eyed Shura pulled the embroidery threads and struggled to crawl out of the invisible passage, like a trapped beast crawling out of the swamp, a fierce ghost crawling out of the coffin, there was a crazy smile in his eyes, it was a thirst for freedom!

He crawled out, his body was still wrapped with embroidery threads, but he ran wildly in Ning Yan's meridian nerves, and every step he took fell, he branded a scarlet footprint on Ning Yan's meridians, which were scars left by the erosion of evil qi, and each foothold directly transmitted the pain into his mind along the nerves, like a fire burning like cold ice, like a sharp blade, like a blunt hammer......

Immediately after, the second Shura crawled out of the passage!

The third ...... Fourth...... Until the twelve Shura all rushed out of the totem and entered Ning Yan's body!

The Shura ran wildly, rushing towards the sea of souls of Ning Di!

Ning Yan suddenly remembered that these splendid Shura's thirst for souls was far stronger than that of essence blood! He tried to use all his essence blood to interrupt the supply of totems, and Shura would turn to attack his Divine Soul that defended against the Great Descent!

They began to attack the last defense of Ning Xuan's Soul Sea, their fists, feet, claws and fangs fell on the last defensive wall of the outer periphery of the Soul Sea in the center of the Soul Sea, and the Soul Sea shook and flooded with stormy waves, and the Soul was about to collapse!

Ning Yan's body spasmed, and blood gushed from his seven orifices.

"Still failing......

Ning Yan smiled bitterly, his breath dying.

He took out the jade bottle from the Sumeru stone and drank it again, forcibly hoisted a glimmer of anger, tasting the fishy sweetness in his mouth for a long time, and couldn't tell whether it was the demon blood he had just drunk or his own blood.

Forget about life and death, and drink blood alone.

Ning Yan stood up against the wall, pushed the door and walked out of the Xuefu hut, walked to the four people in the courtyard pavilion, and sat down gently.

"Are you happy to be strong to death?" asked Lin Li expressionlessly.

Ning Yan smiled dismally: "I won't die." ”

This is true in a sense, but it will not be him who will survive at this time. According to Ye Jinmei, Ning Yan will be killed by the outbreak of evil energy, and become a lifeless puppet, driven by the twelve Shura behind him, and become the embodiment of killing.

The host of the totem does not die, it is only Ning Death.

Ning Yan struggled to raise his hand and undid the bracer that had been wrapped around his forearm, revealing a round and jet-black stone bead inside.

"Medium-grade Sumeru stone, no wonder it is so hidden. ”

Nether cultivators who wear Sumeru stone fragments are often made into rings, pendants, bracelets, or hairpins, which are exposed to the outside in the open.

And Ning Yan's Sumeru Stone was left by Ye Jinmei, the level is very high, and it is inconvenient for outsiders to see it, at this time he took out the Sumeru Stone, and Lin Li said sarcastically unceremoniously: "You want to divide the inheritance?"

"I'm not going to die, so it's not an inheritance, it's just cause and effect. Ning Yan smiled, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible. He held the Sumeru Stone and probed the remaining divine soul power into it, taking out the contents one by one.

"Bi Xie, originally I said that I would wait for you to break through the middle three days and then give you the lower part of "Wanhai Yuan Yuan Gong", but now you are only in the early stage of conquering the sky, you have to thank Ben Gongzi for his generosity. ”

"These pills, it seems that they were all given to me by Second Brother Lin, right? I don't need these anymore, Second Brother Lin, you still take them back, and you can chew them as jelly beans when you are idle and bored." ”

"These are good things for Yanhuang Domain, the heavenly and earthly treasures that I asked for from Brother Chen, as well as the Xuanzhen Stone, you have the right to take it away as pocket money, so as not to be wasted by me." ”

"And this ......" Ning Yan took out a snow-white jade plaque, and a wry smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

The more you are on the verge of death, the more you will let go of many things, and the more thoroughly you will understand the cause and effect of fate.

He thought that this token gave him the opportunity to break through the Chengtian, but this was not the case, and he faintly saw the threads in the darkness, which were the traction that pointed to the ancestor of the snowy region, and had nothing to do with anything.

Maybe it was his enmity after losing himself? But if that was the case, it would no longer be Ning Yan's business, and Ning Yan didn't want to bother to comply.

"White jade token, you can take it and play with it. Ning Yan said, "The Ancestor of the Snowy Land is not dead, Second Brother Lin can try to see if he can contact the Upper Realm through the ruins." Sister Feng, go and take a look, there will be your cause and effect there. If you want to borrow my luck, borrow it all, anyway, I am rejected by heaven and earth, and I can't keep a trace. ”

He let go of his hand, and the token slid gently between the scattered stacks.

He thought for a moment and added, "Anyway, which of you will help me destroy this face, I don't want to be recognized in the future." ”

He will become a Shura demon who only has the instinct to kill, he doesn't want to be known, by Ye Zhuqing, by Ning Xiaochen...... He would rather they think he was completely dead.

He couldn't hear an answer. Everyone was silent, the night was quiet, the wind was blowing the snow, the moonlight was shining, and the blood was beautiful.

This is the curtain on it. Ning Yan thought in his heart, his vision fell into darkness, and his tinnitus was faintly like a song or mourning from afar.

His consciousness fell into a hallucination, and he stood in a trance in the endless blood-colored wasteland, the twelve Shura surrounded him, singing and dancing indulgently, and in front of him, the familiar faces of his parents were shattered into points of light in front of him.

If he wakes up again, he will be Dongjun's puppet, and he would rather be reduced to ashes under his father's palm seven years ago.

Let's go to the endless blood field to rest with my parents.

Ning Yan smiled and sighed softly: "Life and death are also big, why bother to say the pain!"

As if returning to the light, he stood up and walked out, he wanted to leave here, so that Shura's consciousness would not wake up and go on a killing spree here.

His back was slender, and the snow fell on his thin shoulders.

The world has never been transferred by human will, whether it is life or death, unwilling or relieved, it is only difficult to go against the sky.

It's like he claims to be born innocent, but he has to bear a great curse and a big sin, just like he tried his best, but he still couldn't find that glimmer of life.

This is an unbearable weight of heaven and earth.

This unbearable lightness of life.