The blade fell, and the fog broke like a light in the darkness.

Poof!

Finally, when the voice sounded, Ning Yan, who was moving with the ancient gray knife, saw that in the depths of the mist, there was a huge black shadow crawling, and his body was slightly undulating, as if he was gasping.

However, at this moment, it was split in half with a knife, without any accidents, just like cutting tofu.

As his body cracked, he heard the behemoth let out a roar again, full of unwillingness and resentment!

Ning Yan felt like he was about to be torn apart, but at this moment, the ancient gray knife trembled lightly and made a buzzing sound.

Immediately, the tearing sensation disappeared, and the knife was protecting itself.

It seems that there is an invisible thread connecting with him.

"Snort"

The huge black shadow that was cut open did not die immediately, its body was still squirming, absorbing the surrounding fog, and it was actually healing!

It's just that the place where the gray knife was split can't heal no matter what, and even disappears inexplicably without any warning, which makes the owner of the body feel extremely angry.

It was only at this moment that Ning Yan saw the appearance of the black shadow clearly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The smiling and unsmiling, strange and evil face was the same totem I had seen on the altar before.

At this moment, a monstrous wave set off in his heart.

Under the altar, there is really a murderous thing?

No, no, not under the altar!

The world around us is full of fog, and it's definitely not as simple as an egg!

This is a very strange space, and from the process of waking up to the present, it seems to be a passage, between two different spaces.

"So Qing Xuan Lao Dao came here for this altar before, when did he become so noble. Thinking together, Ning Yan thought of the Suzaku youth again.

The other party seems to be very familiar with this place, knows Qingxuan Lao Dao, and knows his own business.

At this moment, he looked at the miserable white and empty face in the mirror of the blade.

I seem to be standing in the mirror and looking at myself in the mirror, in a very strange state, I don't know where the real body is, maybe every one is him, and every one is not him.

It was a strange situation, as if he was one with the gray knife itself.

"Yes, this is the ability that Chu Tianshi said, in fact, it is not that I have this ability, but because of this knife, no, no, why is this knife on me?"

After thinking about it, Ning Yan found a more serious problem.

But now he didn't have time to think, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

When the gray knife fell, it stopped the revival of a murderous object, but cracks also appeared on it.

The Quaint Gray Knife is not a physical object, but it can clearly give people the feeling that it is cracking, as if it has endured the limit that it should not bear.

It seemed to affect Ning Yan, and he felt drowsy, which made him wake up instantly.

It was hard to try to control the gray knife, but what excites him is that it does make a connection, but it is difficult to shake.

Maybe it's not enough to cultivate?

However, now where is there time for him to improve his cultivation, he keeps trying, and there seems to be a voice in his heart that keeps telling him, hold it, split here, and you can go back!

As a burst of suction power emerged, Ning Yan was overjoyed in his heart, and his mind controlled the blade, resulting in a gentle tilt!

But then, a huge suction force emerged, instantly plunging him into a whirlwind.

On the other side, the outside world.

The Suzaku youth quietly looked at Ning Yan on the altar, standing in the sky, and there was a rare trace of solemnity in his expression.

At this moment, everyone stared at Ning Yan, and they didn't dare to come out.

Even if many people don't understand what is going on here, it doesn't matter, the Vermilion Bird is strong enough, right?

Even he has to be cautious, enough for them to pay attention to.

More than an hour has passed.

The blood on Ning Yan's body stopped flowing and seemed to have dried up.

But he still stood there without moving, the golden light in the sky gradually disappeared, and on the altar, the clay tire villain had recovered to its original state, and its body was full of cracks.

However, the crack is gradually healing.

Just when everyone thought that the matter had passed smoothly, a crisp knife sound suddenly sounded.

The voice came from Ning Yan's body, I don't know what it came from, sonorous and powerful, echoing in this world.

"Look, Ning Yan has changed!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Ning Yan stood up straight, but his head was lowering, at this moment, his eyes were cloudy, covered by a layer of ink-like blackness, and then, the darkness dripped from his eyes like a stream of water.

Click!

One by one, it dripped on the altar, and gradually, the darkness in the eyes surged faster and faster, forming two dark streams of water, which began to encroach on the altar along the totem.

The mud fetus was trembling, and the cracks that had just healed reappeared.

"What is this bastard doing!"

The face of the Suzaku youth changed drastically, staring at the water-like darkness, gradually eroding the altar, and the mud-fetal villain was on the verge of collapse.

The surrounding theatergoers had a bad premonition and retreated one after another, away from the altar, and even some had already begun to leave.

"Click!!"

There was a cracking sound from the mud fetus, and it could no longer heal, and the rift was out of control, and the golden light disappeared completely, replaced by the extreme darkness of eternal night, and the tide flooded the altar.

"Not good!"

Zhang Qianyu's face changed greatly, he wanted to find out what the darkness was, but the spirit yuan and spiritual consciousness released were like mud cows entering the sea when they touched the darkness, silently.

No reaction at all!

"How is this possible?"

Luo Mingxuan and Pei Hou were also shocked, this strange situation had never been seen before.

Zhang Qianyu is like this, don't talk about others.

Therefore, while perceiving the darkness and strangeness, there was almost no hesitation, and quickly withdrew and retreated.

The darkness on the altar spread rapidly, and gradually, the altar disappeared, and the mud figure was gone, leaving only the darkness spreading, without any variegation, and even the light could be absorbed.

At this moment, the altar was like a water tank filled with black ink, constantly overflowing outward, and in an instant, the area within a radius of dozens of zhang was completely plunged into darkness.

What is creepy is that the darkness is also spreading to the sky, and no corner is spared in all directions, sometimes like water and sometimes like fog, as if it is constantly polluting this world!

"Oh no, even if the seal is broken, it shouldn't be like this, what the hell is going on!" The Suzaku youth could no longer remain calm, and when he saw the darkness, there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.

He is a Vermilion Bird, a descendant of the Vermilion Bird, and even he feels afraid, as if he has seen this dark horror before!

"Get out of here!"

The Suzaku youth let out a low roar.

Everyone, including those from the demon clan, didn't hesitate, turned around and ran.

The rapidly spreading darkness was not a good thing at first glance, and even if the Suzaku youth didn't remind him, everyone had the idea of retreating.

At this time, who cares about the chance?

The mud-fetal villain fabricated by Jindan real human bones did not resist the darkness, and the others were even more impossible.

Now, it's enough to be alive!

The Suzaku youth turned around and left.

Originally, he wanted to see if Ning Yan had any hope of coming back to life, but now he gave up decisively and was hopeless.