Too often used the only remaining hand to support his body and struggled to get up from the ground, his already pale as paper face now became more and more pale, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, but he had received the blessing of the Lord many times, in fact, his vitality was far more tenacious than that of the Lux, the wound on his wrist was no longer bleeding, and the wound in his abdomen pierced by the Lux's bone sword was basically healed, the ceremony held this time can be said to be a complete failure, not only did the Lord fail to come, but the holy blood given was also taken away by the Luo family, Lux and other believers are all dead, but this sacrifice is nothing in the eyes of Taichang, although the main purpose was not successful, but it still reaped unexpected joy, but unfortunately it was hindered by those mortal monks, and this time it was not possible to take away the person with the red veil Bodhi, but as long as the blood pupil is still there, it is easy to find him again.

On the side, the wrestlers are still fighting fiercely with the monks, listening to the heartbeat of the warriors, I am afraid that they will not be able to support it for too long, too often it is naturally clear that his blood only contains part of the power of the lord, and it is not easy for the blood-stained wrestlers to be resurrected, and it is simply a fool's dream to defeat those mortal monks by relying on that little strength, but too often does not expect the wrestlers to be able to defeat those mortal monks, otherwise he does not need to go to great lengths to pretend to be dead and get out, he only needs the wrestlers to attract the attention of those mortal monks, so that he can get the blood pupil.

The strangely shaped lantern was lying quietly on the ground not far away, the flame in the middle of the lantern seemed to be about to go out, and a faint scarlet light emanated from it, Taichang stepped forward and picked up the lantern from the ground, suddenly, the flame in the middle of the lantern flickered, and the originally faint scarlet light began to become brighter and brighter, illuminating Taichang's pale face as paper.

A somewhat familiar voice sounded behind him, "By faking his death, he deceived them from all of them, so that the golden cicada came out of his shell, if I wasn't in this dense forest, I'm afraid I would have been deceived by you, and I have committed so many crimes, do you think you can walk away like this?" ”

Don't think about it too often and know who the person who is speaking, he turned around with the lamp, and Yan Zheng's bloodstained face appeared not far away, when the lantern shone on Yan Zheng, the flame in the middle of the lantern burned violently, and the already very bright scarlet light instantly became dazzling, looking at the long sword full of cracks in Yan Zheng's hand, Tai Chang showed a mocking smile, he said in a hoarse voice: "Red Sha Bodhi is actually owned by a mortal like you, it's really a tyrannical thing, look at your embarrassed appearance now, The wounds on your body that have not yet healed are beginning to crumble, and you can't even exert one-ten-thousandth of the strength of the red yarn Bodhi, and you still want to kill me? ”

"Don't bluff there, if you are extraordinary, how can you pretend to fake your death to escape, wouldn't it be more convenient to kill everyone present directly, I don't think you have the protection of Lux anymore, you are just a thin old man, not to mention that you are not lightly injured." Yan Zheng walked towards Taichang with his sword, the wound on his body was bleeding, and the extremely weak scarlet blood qi was oozing out of the wound, what Taichang said was true, Yan Zheng's own strength was too low, after the red yarn Bodhi and the heart were integrated, he could only passively use this power, but in this way, he could only use a very small part of it, after the scarlet blood qi was overdrawn, his body could not even do such a simple thing as repairing the wound.

Facing Yan Zheng, who was approaching step by step, Taichang still had that mocking tone, "Pathetic mortal, do you think I don't know what you think?" You are nothing more than afraid of this blood-seeking pupil, worried that after your identity is exposed, you will not be able to get rid of us in the future, but even if you kill me and take away the blood-seeking pupil, you don't want to escape from our palms, the lord has seen you, and he will find you sooner or later! Under the gaze of the Lord, there is nowhere to escape from all the ghosts! ”

Before the words fell, Taichang raised the lantern in his hand high and slammed it on the ground, the strangely shaped lantern suddenly shattered, and the flame in it was not extinguished, but suspended in mid-air, flickering at a steady frequency, like a heart beating, Taichang grabbed the flame in his hand before Yan Zheng took out the sword, and the flame instantly burned a hole in Taichang's palm, and then drilled into Taichang's body along the opening.

Too often let out a muffled snort of pain, as if the temperature of the flame made him feel unbearable pain, as the flame burrowed into his body, his skin soon revealed a dark red, the crazy raging flames burned all the organs in his body into charcoal, he opened his mouth and spit out a puff of black smoke mixed with sparks, he wanted to destroy the lantern that contained the flames, so that Yan Zheng could not take away the blood pupil, and use his body to become a container for flames, and later recycle, but his broken body could not contain the flames, When the flames burned his body, he began to burn everything around him, until the forest was on fire.

The long sword in Yan Zheng's hand pierced Taichang's chest at this time, piercing his heart, but the killed Taichang did not show a frightened expression, but still had that mocking look, as if Yan Zheng was the one who was killed, his skin began to crack under the high temperature, and the seven orifices exuded heat outward, after Yan Zheng pulled out the long sword, Taichang fell straight down, and his carbonized body completely lost its vitality.

There was still too much blood left on the long sword full of cracks, Yan Zheng subconsciously wanted to get rid of that blood, but the blood seemed to have life, and it moved up along the long sword, Yan Zheng immediately discarded the long sword in his hand, but it was still a step too late, the blood had already wrapped around his arm, leaving burning marks on his skin, Yan Zheng suddenly understood that this was not the blood in Taichang's body, but the fire in the lantern, the fire broke free from the shackles of Taichang's body, and now he wanted to treat him as a host.

Thinking of the tragic situation just now, Yan Zheng was shocked in his heart, if he was drilled into his body by this fire, he was afraid that he would also be burned into a piece of charcoal, he grabbed the blood with his hand and wanted to throw them out, but the dark red blood like lava was tightly attached to Yan Zheng's hand, instantly burned through his skin, and drilled towards his body, after the blood drilled into Yan Zheng's body, different pictures began to appear in front of his eyes.

A man shrouded in a crimson robe, unable to see his gender, his robe trimmed with a dark golden moon embroidered, and the top of his hood dotted with jewels, he took off his hood, revealing a face that was eight points similar to Taichang's, equally pale as paper, and he held a silver mirror in his hand, in which the image of someone fighting was appearing.

Boys and girls with beautiful faces, their eyes were as bright as silver, their hair was like the tentacles of jellyfish, showing a rainbow-like halo, their skin was almost transparent, and they could see the organs in their bodies that had not yet been fully differentiated, and they sat among the clouds, as holy and inviolable as gods.

The thick darkness was like ink that could not be dissolved, infecting the entire sky, and above this infinite darkness was an incomparably huge purple moon, two cracks with broken edges appeared on the surface of the moon, and the cracks opened without warning, revealing a pair of terrifying pupils as black as ink.

The picture in front of him made Yan Zheng almost lost in it, he maintained the only trace of reason, struggled to pick up the long sword on the ground, and stabbed it into the wrist without hesitation, blocking its way before the blood could continue to go deeper, the blood lingered in front of the sword blade for a long time unwillingly, wanting to break through the obstacle of the sword blade, but under the influence of the scarlet blood qi, the blood finally settled down and merged into the meridians of Yan Zheng's palm, with the silence of the blood, those constantly changing pictures finally disappeared.

In addition to the traces of ablation on the back of his hand, the fire did not cause more damage, Yan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, and pulled out the long sword from his wrist, this flame is obviously not a natural treasure, but some kind of living creature, but I don't know if there is wisdom, but judging from its behavior of burning the coke that Taichang has just done, it is by no means a good kind, but fortunately, he killed Taichang and destroyed the lantern, not only covering up the matter of carrying the red yarn Bodhi again, It also made it impossible for the believers who had lost the pupil of blood to find his trace in a short period of time.

Yan Zheng threw away the long sword and lay down on the ground, in fact, he had already run out of oil, the full force of his previous injury to the wrestler had exhausted the scarlet blood in his body, and he only recovered a little just now, barely allowing him to move to the point where he could act, the bone of his right arm was still not completely repaired, and the sword that killed Taichang broke the bone again, not to mention the wound on his body, it was still bleeding outward, and the faint scarlet blood qi couldn't even stop the bleeding, even if it was discovered by others now, Yan Zheng didn't have to worry about the exposure of the red yarn Bodhi, he felt that his current recovery power couldn't even catch up with an ordinary person.

"Come on! There are still survivors here! He was seriously injured, and a doctor was sent right away! ”

Yan Zheng vaguely heard a somewhat unfamiliar voice sounding in mid-air, the white-robed monk stepped on the flying sword and stopped, he hurried to Yan Zheng's side, and checked his injuries with his divine sense, sure enough, Yan Zheng was very seriously injured, the monk even suspected that the doctor had died before Yan Zheng arrived, he stretched out his hand to stroke Yan Zheng's wound, releasing a wave of heaven and earth aura, under the nourishment of heaven and earth aura, Yan Zheng's wound gradually stopped bleeding, in the monk's call, Yan Zheng tried to stay awake until the doctor arrived, His consciousness faded away.