Before the final death came, Teng Yunshen was still able to think. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The spirit's movements are fast and leave no room for error. Chaos replaced reason, and the demon's head, if it was a head, roared. His humanity no longer exists.

Just because Teng Yunshen stopped him, he would break Teng Yunshen's body into thousands of pieces.

It doesn't feel like a close encounter. It was more like a routine execution. There is nowhere to run from the prisoners. The guillotine fell, and the head was in a different place.

Teng Yunshen's cheap life is coming to an end.

However, he still had time to think about it. The body he had taken from under the earth was completely different from the flesh and blood of his past. He seems to have become a hopelessly slow child, but he is also very responsive.

Time and space squeezed him. They are no longer an elusive mystery. Misty and flocculent fragments glittered in his narrow field of vision. He saw what had happened in the past second, and what would happen in the rapidly approaching second.

Teng Yunshen bent down.

His strange appearance resembles a funny monster in a fairy tale book. But, by and large, he still follows the rules and obeys the laws on the physical level. Lowering his center of gravity allowed him to dominate the rest of the charge.

Bang!

Teng Yunshen received a heavy punch. The demon's fist easily smashed his unruly nose. Then, Teng Yunshen bumped into the demon spirit and knocked the other party to the ground.

The demon's head was now left with nothing but an indescribable mass of ...... Lines. His throat was like a high-pressure hose, spurting slimy black blood in all directions. He's like an oil well out of control, squandering his combustible magic.

The fury ignited the thunderous grass. For the first time, Teng Yunshen clearly observed Xinluo's hidden form in an unspeakable place. He saw almost the whole picture of Xinluo.

The owner of the garden released a chemical signal of anxiety. It had to drive Teng Yunshen away from the demon spirit, but there was nothing it could do. Its soldiers have been defeated.

Teng Yunshen is still alive.

The demon's fist pierced his face, but he didn't fall. The pain and dizziness passed by him, like static electricity on his cuffs in the dry season, annoying and insignificant.

Teng Yunshen's eyes hung crookedly on his forehead, shaky. The end of the split is close at hand, and it is only one step away from him. But he's still deaf and clear-sighted.

He can still hear, see, and think.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand. The ghost's body was rough and ugly, far from proportionate. Teng Yunshen's creative ideas are very different from the beauty of the spirit of all things. It has long arms. Teng Yunshen grabbed the demon spirit again.

It was as dangerous as clinging to a hissing explosive bag - if not worse - Teng Yunshen couldn't throw it away.

The witch was li, like a swallow fleeing from a rainstorm, but there was still a life-and-death distance between her and them. Teng Yunshen must fight for her opportunity.

He stared at the demons.

Teng Yunshen tried to associate it with the sloping fountain. The demon spirit quickly launched a counterattack. With a wave of his claws, he easily tore open the belly of the clay puppet. The wailing night wind swirled into the sky. Teng Yunshen gasped.

His consciousness slowly fell. The cold void bloomed on his belly like a parachute jumping out of the cabin.

Someone spoke in Teng Yunshen's ear.

He turned his head away. Dry darkness and silence enveloped him. Nothing. But he did perceive something...... Some.

He opened the door of death.

Zhao Yue jumped out from the other side of the door. She is both bright and moving, and at the same time bleak. She is no longer an inhabitant of this world, however, the magic of the necromancer allows her to stay in this world for a short time.

The witch bravely pounced on the spirit. The fire of vengeance ignited her.

She is a molten iron mage. Teng Yunshen smelled the unique smell of ironware. But the reserves she used were different from any ferroalloy Teng Yunshen had come into contact with before. Her luster is dizzying, like lightning illuminating the clouds.

Immediately afterward, the demon threw the witch out. He acted indifferent, as if what he had thrown away was nothing more than an empty pocket.

Teng Yunshen gasped slightly.

The demon jumped on the witch's chest. The latter could not move. The demon's form swayed like a gushing hot spring, but the soles of his feet sank into the wood like the hungry claws of a bird of prey. He nailed the iron witch firmly to his feet.

Teng Yunshen staggered towards the demon spirit. Time was pressing, and he was worried, but he couldn't speed up. The cold wind pierced through his body. He was a little confused.

The witch strikes the spirit.

Teng Yunshen couldn't see the movements of the two people clearly, but he knew that the witch had not given up struggling. And this is not surprising. After all, the returning ghost has nothing to fear.

The demon took a few steps back. The energy of some kind of ferroalloy stuck to his ankle like paint. The witch jumped. The demon's new head was slowly taking shape on his chest. The witch smashed his blurry but hateful face with her fist.

Something changed. It's different from the obvious damage. Once again, the demon stretched out his indestructible claws. When! His claws swept across the witch's neck with a large handful of blinding sparks.

His movements were so fast that Teng Yunshen couldn't tell whether the first thing that appeared was a scratch or a light. The witch fell backwards. Teng Yunshen hurriedly blocked in front of her.

Teng Yunshen gave the demon spirit a heavy punch.

The demon spirit seemed to feel that this punch was not painful or itchy. He's like one of those unknown monsters that haunts horror movies, and it's hard to stop him until the plot turns and all you can do is let him make waves.

Teng Yunshen lowered his head, trying to see the expression on the witch's face.

The ghosts are disappearing. Little by little, she melted into the darkness. She's about to disappear completely.

Teng Yun grabbed the witch's emotions deeply, and then pushed them towards the demon spirit. He got it right. The demon spirit could not resist the impact of emotions, and he absorbed them regardless of it.

Then, Teng Yunshen released his soul from the new and old container. His consciousness returned to flesh and blood. He rolled over in a daze, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

The demon flicked its whip-like arm and sliced the behemoth in front of it to pieces.

Teng Yunshen gripped a coin. Demons are insatiable. He is merging with intense hatred. And Teng Yunshen can distinguish such emotions.