Tang Qingshan woke up with his eyes open, and his eyes were confused. Why did you fall asleep, Yiduo and Brother Ye. He sat up suddenly, and his eyes were clear. His gaze wandered, and Tang Qingshan's head froze in front of him.

There was even a self on the bed! Little Yiduo also sat on the bed, resting his head between his knees. With both hands in his hair, the golden white halo slowly flowed from the hands of the little girl to his brain.

Wait a minute, if the self in bed is the body. So ...... yourself

Looking around, Tang Qingshan shook his head helplessly, it turned out that he was already floating in the air.

Out of the body?

I haven't practiced this kind of magic myself, but now there is a separation between man and god. That is to say, his Yin God was forced to leave his body! What caused the current situation, Tang Qingshan had no way of knowing.

At this moment, the bed changed and protruded. The lying self opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were blood-red. Tang Qingshan was shocked, how did he fall into the devil?

In Xiao Yiduo's eyes, big tears rolled out. It dripped on his chest and also on Tang Qingshan's cheek.

"Brother, Yiduo begs you, don't wake up, don't wake up! Brother Ye will do what he says, he will definitely find a way to save you. Brother, Yiduo can't live without you, sister begs you, quickly close your eyes and be obedient..."

The little girl was obviously lacking in spiritual power, and her trembling hands were soothing herself who had fallen into the devil on the bed. On the one hand, he stubbornly refused to give up and cast spells with all his might.

Tang Qingshan's eyes were glazed, looking at everything that was happening in front of him. recalled that he had brought her out of the mountains and had not given her a day of stable life. Now, I have to rely on this cardamom girl to keep her last.

Tang Qingshan was ashamed in his heart.

Outside the door, a middle-aged Confucian walked in. Seeing the two people on the bed, their brows unconsciously condensed into a Sichuan character. Raising his hand, a green light struck the bed, and a halo of light shrouded the bed. The middle-aged Confucian stepped forward, picked up the brush on his waist and brushed a little bit on the halo.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and Tang Qingshan struggled to close his eyes again. Xiao Yiduo breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't know how long she could hold on, but even if her spiritual power was exhausted today, she would die here. She also had to save her brother's life, if Tang Qingshan died. She has no nostalgia for this world, Tang Qingshan is a light in her heart.

The last light...

If this light goes out, then I will have no nostalgia for this world. Suddenly, it seemed that I remembered someone again. Xiao Yiduo's face flushed with a touch of pink, maybe in the next life, we can continue the frontier...

The middle-aged man holds a brush and writes words all over the halo. At this time, there was also dense fine sweat on his forehead, and he let out a long breath, put the pen into his arms, and gently rolled his sleeves to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

"Little girl, this treasure light combined with my talisman and the three spirit arrays can help you. Ye Liuyun is concentrating on enlightenment, if things go well, I believe that he will be able to return in a few days. I am ashamed, I am not proficient in this way, and everything depends on the girl herself. ”

Yiduo turned his head, and his haggard little face turned pale. Nodding with difficulty, he smiled at the middle-aged Confucian student.

"Thank you, sir, sir for your kindness, my brother and sister will never forget. ”

The middle-aged Confucian waved his hand lightly, with a sad face.

"The main responsibility for this matter lies with me, if I can deduce it earlier. This disaster could have been avoided, but I only complained about the next wishful thinking, and I wanted to experience more of the two people's hearts. Now it is a big mistake in front of him, if Tang Qingshan has any accidents. I am willing to cut off my arm to relieve the girl's resentment. ”

"For now, I will do my best to maintain the Spirit Array. Hope it helps you last a little longer. ”

The middle-aged Confucian was sincere, and Yiduo was no longer able to answer. Shake your head lightly and say no more.

Outside the house, the sky was dark. Tang Qingshan saw that the matter here could not be resolved for the time being, so he flew up and walked out.

The black clouds were like a large army pressing on the territory, rolling and surging, attacking Pinglan Fort from the other side of the Yuchong River. Above the city, Han Shan's eyes were like lightning.

"Sons, the demons have deceived me that there is no one in the city? The defenders of Pinglan Fort let them see who it is! Their lives are harder! The knife is faster! Mr. Ye's words are on the wall of that mountain, and the boy bleeds for his hometown! Who is that addressed to?! The country is ruined, what do you want us to do? Today is our last battle! As long as there is one person, the enemy will not want to break through the gate of Pinglan Fort!"

Han Shan took out his treasure knife and cut off the water, and the blade pointed directly at the other side of the Yuyong River. His eyes were slightly red, and his momentum was gradually rising.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"The boy bleeds for his hometown! The boy bleeds for his hometown!"

Under the city wall, the shouts of killing rushed straight into the sky.

In front of the city of Pinglan Fort, except for long-range troops and later supplies. The elite soldiers in the city are all attacking, and life and death seem to be today.

In front of the Yuyong River, the gray-robed old man stood at the front of the line.

Behind the old man stood a phalanx, and a group of strange figures with black smoke on their bodies stood on the spot. The purple glow in his eyes shone brightly, and the strange bright red liquid on the scimitar in his hand flowed from the knife groove, dripping on the ground and burning a puff of black smoke.

This is the killer carefully cultivated by the old man, the weeping night spirit! It is an evil method that the old man has cultivated after more than 300 years of comprehension! Refining people's hearts with treacherous illusions, so that the recipient can gain strength in grief and despair. If it fails, it's just a matter of a few deaths. But once the sacrifice is successful, it can be controlled at will by relying on secret methods. Mixed in the chaos of the army, take the enemy's head invincible!

The scimitar in his hand is not special, but the purple runes on the knife body are very saying. When the rune was engraved, the sword-wielder was instantly devoured by the aura. It is necessary to immediately sacrifice the knife with the blood of your loved ones in order to achieve the realm of the unity of the human sword!

Whether the sacrificial man will still live, no one knows...

Looking at this phalanx alone, 1,500 people had vicious eyes and resentment. It is a person who knows how vicious it is to build such an army, and the heart of the person who presides over it needs to be!

The army of Warcraft has come to the banks of the Yuyong River. The one who took the lead was actually a slow-moving pangolin! Compared to the last time it appeared, this time the pangolin was huge and abnormal! Han Shan was wondering, only to see the pangolin slowly entering the water. Not long after, a meat ladder composed of pangolins was erected on the surface of the river!

Han Shan was shocked and raised his knife and shouted.

"Ten rounds of volleys! I want a fire dragon trench before a sea of fire along the Yuyong River. Elite shooters shoot me those pangolins' heads! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!"

At the head of the city, the archers bent their bows and struck strings. Arrows of fire poured down like rain on the banks of the Yuyong River, and the monsters fell to the ground in agony in the sea of fire.

The gray-robed old man stood by the river, his eyes cold. With both hands pinched, a black mist swept through the sea of fire. Wherever the black fog passed, the flames gradually extinguished.

A terrible scene happened! The demonic beast that had already been shot to death actually came back to life with the black mist. They burned out the cheeks and burned through the internal organs. Black blood flowed all over the ground, and the vegetation on the grassland where the blood passed was yellow!

The resurrected demonic beasts were even more ferocious than the living ones! They quickly ran to the front of the line! At the top of the city, Han Shan led the soldiers to witness the whole process. Everyone's hearts are clouded with a haze...