After two days and two nights of uninterrupted efforts, Tang Yan, who was located under the crack, finally communicated with the silent Demon Knife, he used perseverance and persistence to awaken the mind of the war demon, and he used his blood and soul power to arouse the attention of the war demon.

With a slight tremble, the Demon Knife awoke from its silence.

"It's done, work harder!" Tang Yan was full of surprise, he didn't have time to wipe the sweat stains from the corners of his forehead, and urged Huo Ling'er and the Blood Soul Tree to continue to work hard, and he was sure to make the Demon Knife resonate with the body in the village.

Finally, at midnight, Hanzuo, who was far away in the village in the forest, noticed something unusual.

"What's going on?" Dry Zuo was trying his best to repair, and suddenly felt that the right side of his body was hot, and it was rapidly increasing, hot and hot, or the kind of hot heat that had no reason, which made him feel uncomfortable all over his body.

Just as he was probing strangely, a sharp sting suddenly stirred up in his soul.

Dry Zuo screamed miserably, his whole body spasmed, his eyes were round, and he felt like his soul was about to be torn in half.

But suddenly, the sharp pain and heat disappeared without a trace.

Hanzuo gasped, his whole body tensed, and his one eye shook with pain and doubt, and it took a long time to recover. "TMD, what's wrong?"

But just as he shook his head to stand up, a sharp sting explode again, this time, sharper and more sudden, like a kitchen knife chopping on his soul.

"Ahh

Hanzuo screamed in pain, fell out of bed, and rolled back and forth on the floor with his head in his arms, the stinging pain came from the soul, piercing the heart, sharp and tragic.

It was as if death was tearing at his soul mercilessly, and the pain was indescribable and unbearable.

At the same time, the left and right parts of his body, from his shoulders to his heels, except for his arms, began to heat up, like a raging fire, burning and painful, mercilessly destroying his will that was almost crumbling.

"Ahh......h

Hanzuo roared in pain, rolled stiffly, convulsed and curled up.

Like a live fish in a frying pan, struggling miserably.

"What's the matter? In the lobby downstairs, the innkeeper frowned and looked up. It was now night, the village was quiet, and he was about to pack up and go back to bed.

In the other rooms on the third floor, the Titans and the other Pangu people woke up one after another, their eyes were cold, staring in the direction of the room on the left side of the dart, and these small moans felt unusual.

"Bastard, uh, what's wrong with me?" Hanzuo struggled to get up, but he fell down, his soul tingled, and his body burned out, causing unbearable pain.

If this is barely bearable, then ...... Gradually, he noticed that his body was showing signs of 'incoordination'.

The right foot and right leg are inexplicably tight, and there is no sign of movement no matter how you control it.

The right side of the body continued to burn, and then the pain was too strong, and I almost didn't feel it.

"Out of control?"

"Is it because of the wounds you were injured in the battle that day?

"I've been smelting for thousands of years, so fragile?"

"Impossible!"

"Stop! Stop!"

"If you grow up in Lao Tzu's body, you belong to Lao Tzu. ”

Han Zuo struggled violently, roared fiercely, forcibly surging corpse qi to suppress the abnormality of the right body, and tried his best to use the secret method of the corpse royal family to re-smelt, trying to eliminate this sudden 'hidden danger'.

However, suddenly, Han Zuo's whole body stiffened, his body tensed, his eyes widened, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't make a sound, only his expression gradually distorted in the stiffness.

It was as if he had endured terrible pain, and the whole person froze.

At this moment, Han Zuo's soul tearing reached the limit, and the severe pain reached the extreme, but what really froze him was that in a trance, an eye suddenly opened in the depths of his soul, making him feel cold all over. A strange force slammed into his brain, almost like a hammer bombardment, making him dizzy and almost losing himself.

Thousands of years ago, the corpse royal family obtained the remnants of the war demon, part of the soul, and suppressed it in the abyss corpse pool to control and domesticate it, eliminating its violent resistance.

Thousands of years ago, the Corpse Emperor probed the Abyss Corpse Pool and determined that the remnants and souls of the war demons had been 'quiet', and decided to make full use of them, and let his right-hand man help him devour them.

In order to make better use of the remnants of the war demons, in order to better integrate the remnants of the war demons with the remnants of the war demons, the corpse emperor 'stuffed' the trapped remnants of the war demons into the body of the remnants of the war demons.

If you want to domesticate the remnants of the war demon, you not only need to break the original body of Hanzuo, but also need to make some changes to Hanzuo's soul, which is destined to be a project against the sky, and it is destined to be a transformation of nine deaths and a lifetime.

This is the first time in the history of the corpse royal family, and it is also a crazy attempt in the history of mankind.

For this reason, the Corpse Emperor did not hesitate to retreat for three hundred years, personally guarding and operating in person, so that Hanzuo could better and safer fuse the remnants of the war demon and swallow his remnant soul.

For thousands of years, Hanzuo has endured the constant backlash and resistance of the war demons, and the severe pain of torn and fused his body, and has endured too much, which is equivalent to a thousand tempers.

It is precisely because of that dedication that there is a comprehensive integration that has broken through the barrier after a thousand years.

It was precisely because of the thousands of years of suffering that he absorbed the supreme meaning of the ancient battle triple heaven from the remnant soul of the war demon, and was able to successfully comprehend it.

Thousands of years of tempering, thousands of hammers, broken cocoons and rebirth.

According to the normal plan and development, Hanzuo will be constantly fighting and tempering, formally and truly melting the remnant soul of the war demon, completely integrating it into his soul, and truly making the remnant of the war demon a part of himself.

Since then, there has been no remnant body and soul of the war demon in the world, only his strong rise to the left.

According to the normal expected development, Dry Left will become the number one killer of the Corpse Emperor, the number one soldier of the Corpse Emperor Clan, and the Great Perfection Saint Realm that surpasses the Drought Lord.

The Corpse Emperor has pinned too much on Dry Zuo, paid too much, and expected too much, and firmly believes that Dry Left will bring new opportunities to the Corpse Emperor.

To this end, the Corpse Emperor formulated a long-term action plan for Hanzuo, starting with small actions, gradually leaping into big actions, and adapting to the body in turn.

However, he ran into Tang Yan.

At a time when he seemed to be a tough man, but in fact there were still great hidden dangers, during the period when he was carrying out his first mission, he encountered the Demon Knife.

"Greetings to my teacher, I will personally avenge this revenge. Outside the village, at the bottom of the gap, Tang Yan's eyes were full of essence, his face was suddenly hideous, and his long hair danced wildly.

The blood qi and vitality from the Blood Soul Tree and the Green Fire surged like a tide to the bottom of this crack, paying full attention to the Demon Knife floating on its own in front of him.

"Roar. "In the world of ancient warfare, the spirit of the war demon was fully awakened, standing proudly, and the figure that dominated the world made the dust and mist of the people, tarnish the battlefield, and make the endless souls tremble.

Knock!

In the world of ancient wars, the sound of mysterious drums sounded, dull and distant, ancient and vast, echoing in the world of ancient wars, enduring, endless.

Every time the drum sounded, the whole body of the Demon Knife trembled, the black qi like ink surged on its own, and the lines on the surface of the body were bloody, it was like an awakened life, opening its eyes and stretching its body.

Tang Yan tried his best to control zhì and looked forward to it.

Finally, the sound of the drum from the depths of the ancient war knife came out of the knife body and penetrated into the space, and its drum sound was as unreal as an illusion, and it seemed to be a real existence.

The strange reverberation of the drums spreads into the village.

Lingzhi and the others were unstoppable, and the villagers did not notice it.

All living beings are unaware of the reverberation of the drum.

But Hanzuo, in the depths of the village, caught the beat of the drum at this moment, in his most painful moment, in his moment of stiffening time and space, in this most undeserved moment.

Like a lonely boat wandering in the ocean under a rainstorm, it finally saw a bright lighthouse.

Hanzuo stood up in despair and staggered to the window.

The sound of the drum came one after another, impacting the awakened remnant soul of the war demon in Hanzuo's body, as if it had a wonderful energy, helping him control this body.

Boom!

Dry left jumped down and landed heavily outside the hotel.

At this moment, because of the tremor and the impact, Han Zuo's own willpower took the initiative slightly, suppressed the battle demon intent, looked around, and wondered: "Where am I?"

But it was only a moment of confusion, and the summoning of the drum from the Fierce Demon Sword once again assisted the remnant soul of the war demon, forcibly controlling the body and drowning the soul of Hanzuo.

Dry Left once again languished and drooped, his mind drowsy, drawn by the sound of drumbeats, staggered forward.

Knock knock!

The drums are getting faster and heavier.

The open eyes in Dry Zuo's body stared straight out of the village, and a wonderful force controlled this body, urging him to walk...... Walking...... Walking......

However, Han Zuo's own mind was still strong, he moved more than ten steps, and suddenly woke up, this time he finally understood something, and immediately let out a low roar, wanting to forcibly regain the right to control his body, but he was accused again.

In this way, the soul of the dry left and the remnant soul of the war demon launched a fierce confrontation, sometimes the dry left took the initiative, and sometimes the war demon forcibly controlled zhì, you come and go, which is equivalent to being in the round battlefield.

However, Hanzuo was too weak, and the previous battle was too heavy and heavy, so the remnants of the war demons with the traction assistance of the Demon Sword can always prosper. As a result, every time the idea of the dry left occupies the initiative, it will be suppressed at the first time.

The village is calm and dark, and there is no one on the road.

Lanterns dot the exterior of the store, and the faint candlelight blends with the mist.

It is very quiet and quiet, everyone sleeps peacefully, and no one is worried about being persecuted by a sneak attack, which stems from the trust in the 'rules' of the village.

The empty streets, the misty white mist, and the faint candlelight, only the dilapidated body of Han Zuo was staggering and twitching, moving towards the outside of the village step by step.

Because of the struggle of his soul, his steps were strange and twisted, sometimes like a zombie with a broken leg, sometimes like a drunken drunkard, walking through the streets with difficulty and pain.

His soul is struggling, his body is resisting, this road, he walks hard, he walks crazy, he walks desperately, he walks very slowly.

"No, don't, no!" Hanzuo's soul struggled violently, he couldn't see the real situation outside, but realized that if he walked out all the way, it was tantamount to going to real hell, to ruin.

He struggled desperately and resisted as hard as he could.

Despair, unwillingness, resentment, remorse.

A large number of negative emotions were destroying him and motivating him.

However, he was working hard, the remnants of the war demons were working hard, and Tang Yan, the Blood Soul Tree, and the Ghost Qinghuo outside were all working hard.

This strange 'walking' process is actually another level of confrontation between Tang Yan and Dry Left.

PS: The second more is offered, and there are also, thanks to the brothers, the flower list has been shortened to fifty!

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