Zhang Chuan was dumbfounded, even if the Nightmare Yaksha was a monster, but a living creature, little by little, was like being bitten by a beast in front of his eyes, and was burned to ashes in a moment, this was too scary!

Mainly the arsonist Tiannu, the mental fluctuation is relatively large, Zhang Chuan doesn't know if the other party will directly raise his hand again in the next second, and use some "Demon Burning Flame" to burn him to ashes.

"Did she only take the Mochou Bell from you?" Looking at the dull bronze bell in her hand, the Heavenly Maiden said lightly.

But Zhang Chuan knew that there was no third person here, no, to be precise, there was no second person, she was asking him!

"I ...... I don't know, before I fainted, she only had this in her hand. ”

"Heh, if you are an ordinary person, you are forcibly taken by her like this, and you don't even have a chance to live, no, if you change it to someone else who can get the artifact, Night Rakshasa doesn't have this chance at all."

The words of the Heavenly Maiden were very contemptuous, and Zhang Chuan was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to clench his fists at this time.

Being counted down by women in person, it will not be too willing to be replaced by any man.

Zhang Chuan is unhappy that the angle of Tiannu's contempt is outrageous.

How can you make fun of an illiterate person who hasn't even gone to kindergarten and can't do junior high school function problems?

I've only been in this unknown world for half a day, and it's a fishing village that has been settled, and I haven't learned supernatural powers, isn't it normal to be like a Muggle!

While Zhang Chuan refuted in his heart, the Heavenly Maiden leaned forward slightly, frowned, and said, "It's good that she's stupid and didn't see anything else, otherwise, she would have died herself." ”

Other?

What?

Zhang Chuan, an outsider, is confused, could it be that there are other treasures in his body?

"Hmm!" The Celestial Maiden sighed and sat weakly on the steps.

Her figure was erratic, and countless points of light on her whole person, one by one, gradually disintegrated.

She was not panicked at all about this change, her eyes were full of regret, she looked at the dome, and then locked her eyes on Zhang Chuan.

"I thought you wouldn't come back to see me."

In the eyes of the Heavenly Maiden Lu looking at Zhang Chuan, hatred, killing intent, admiration, and nostalgia changed back and forth, which shocked Zhang Chuan's whole body and his breathing stagnant.

'Something is wrong with her eyes, could it be that she wants to take me away before she disappears, why?' Why torture me like this! I have no grievances with her, why should I be pulled on my back! If you want to die, die quickly, don't take me with you! ’

The more Zhang Chuan wanted the Heavenly Maiden to disappear as soon as possible, but the reality developed in the opposite direction, only to see that the figure of the Heavenly Maiden suddenly solidified again.

Zhang Chuan wanted to struggle, but he was already too weak, and he could no longer stand strongly, and pounced forward.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of the Heavenly Maiden, Zhang Chuan's upright and fallen figure coincided with the picture in her mind, the Heavenly Maiden Lu saw the distant past, the sky was on fire, the sound of fighting everywhere was full of sky, the sky and the earth were a blood-red color, and when a giant blade tore all this and rushed towards her, a red-haired swordsman blocked her directly, and at the moment when his sword blade was broken, he turned around and hugged her without hesitation, but it was only three zhang away, but it was like the end of the world, he fell to the ground with the broken blade, and the world came to an abrupt end.

"San Lang, everyone betrayed me, I know, you didn't lie to me."

"I remember, this is not my dormitory, nor my mausoleum, but the mound where you are buried."

"But why do I always want to bite you...... I'm so stupid......"

'Sister, don't come near me! Obviously you are not a human or a ghost, why can you still shed hot tears? Zhang Chuan lay on the ground, listening to the suspicious female devil talking to herself, and let her tears like boiling water fall on his face.

"Nourishing ......"

After the tears of the Heavenly Maiden fell on his face, Zhang Chuan even felt that his cheeks were blistered and his skin was burned? There is still white smoke!

"Whew," the Celestial Maiden stopped sobbing and tried to touch Zhang Chuan on the ground, and in the perspective that Zhang Chuan could not see, the left hand of the Celestial Maiden holding the bell passed through Zhang Chuan's body.

Mo Chouling and the hands of the Heavenly Maiden Lu submerged into Zhang Chuan's back, and when the Tiannu Lu lifted her left hand away from Zhang Chuan's body, Mo Chouling disappeared again.

"Didn't you say that you have a big heart and can accommodate heaven and earth? Do you know that heaven and earth will not allow you. ”

"I don't know if I'm dead, if you have the chance, take Mo Chou Ling to Chishui Island to see me."

"See-you-later!

After hearing the Heavenly Maiden say a sentence of Chinese English, her brain buzzed, could it be that this is a world that has been crossed by predecessors, or that there is a boundary similar to Western Europe, otherwise how could there be English-speaking demons in the East Bay?

"Jingle Bell ......"

As she spoke, bells rang out of nowhere, and Zhang Chuan on the ground was suddenly surrounded by black curtains that appeared out of thin air, like a coffin that put him in.

"It turns out that it is we who live in the coffin......" The Heavenly Maiden suddenly realized, and then retreated slightly, allowing Zhang Chuan to be besieged by a mysterious force, and herself, this time as if she was really going to disappear, turned into a beating point of light and dissipated.

When she completely disappeared into this palace, all the lamps that seemed to be made of transparent glass were extinguished, but the black coffin that wrapped Zhang Chuan was shining at the moment, becoming the only light in the room, shrinking to the size of a bean, or even smaller, and gradually dissipated, and I don't know where it went.

In Zhang Chuan's ears, the voice of the Heavenly Maiden gradually became small and distant, replaced by a dark space where he couldn't see his fingers.

As soon as the eyes were closed and opened, the tomb of the female demon and the starry sky above the head disappeared, and the current scene became a silent Taoist temple.

On the main wall of the Yingmen, in the middle is a picture of yin and yang fish, and the two sides are respectively "quiet and far-reaching" and "quiet and inaction".

Zhang Chuan got up, the previous feeling of exhaustion and fatigue that swept his whole body no longer existed, and the whole person's mental consciousness was extremely clear, and his hands and feet were strong.

As soon as he sat down, the book on the top floor of the only bookshelf next to him suddenly floated in front of him, and then turned to a page in the middle of the air.

"What do you mean? Self-study at night? ”

The content that Zhang Chuan saw this time was not much different from the "thunder pattern" he saw when he came here on the first night, mainly in terms of form, which was extremely concise and concise: "A person was tied to a wooden stake with hemp rope."

"Guess the riddle, huh? I've learned a few of them. ”

"It's impossible to solve the puzzle of one word, and there is nothing suitable for two words...... Most likely, it's three words. ”

When he said "one word" and "two words", the book snapped shut, and he was about to smash his head and face, and it was not until he said "three words" that the book regained its distance from him, and turned to the page where "a stickman was tied to a stake".

"Trap talismans? Ah no, don't hit me %%%"

"No, it's not right, it's a fixation, right?"

"Tear up."

"Chirp!"

The page with the pattern was torn from the book by a mysterious force, and then turned into a streamer of light and pierced Zhang Chuan's brain.

Zhang Chuan's eyes glowed with golden light, and he used his sword fingers as a pen to write and draw in the air, and finally drew a talisman of the same size as his body out of thin air, and when he finished drawing, he maintained a posture of turning to the lower right and remained motionless.

"There is nothing to seal, I seal myself."

The golden light dissipated, and Zhang Chuan was sad and indignant.

What happened to me?