With the closure of Yang Zhentian's blood-shot mouth, wearing the yellow sand armor, the Twelve Nights of Kongming, who had temporarily lost his ability to move, were completely swallowed by endless bloodshot into his mouth in an instant.

After swallowing Yang Zhentian after the twelve nights of Kongming, his whole person was like an out-of-proportion tumbler, except for a half-worm and half-human head, there was only a huge blood-shot flesh body.

Countless streaks of blood were wriggling on his round body. From a distance, it looks like a poisonous snake that has just swallowed an egg, and it seems that it wants to crush the shell of the egg through the wriggling of its own body, so that it can taste the tempting elixir inside the eggshell as soon as possible.

But what Yang Zhentian didn't expect was that under the squeeze of blood, the sand armor covering the whole body of Kong Ming Twelve Nights had cracked one after another, but it never cracked.

And in the process of squeezing, the hard yellow sand that fell off from the yellow sand armor hurt some of the blood on his body.

Swallowing it in his mouth but unable to swallow it, under this maddening restlessness, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but let out a huge sound of insects again!

Just as he was about to activate the demon yuan in his whole body to completely squeeze through the hard yellow sand shell of the Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn in one fell swoop, a cold stinging sensation suddenly came from the bloodshot above him.

Sensing this unusual pain, Yang Zhentian immediately turned his head and looked at the painful area.

At a glance, Yang Zhentian was shocked to find that a needle of yellow sand, which was only as thick as a silver needle but several meters long, had pierced his blood-flesh chrysalis at this time, and pointed directly at the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky. And at the top of the needle of yellow sand, there was something that kept shining brightly.

Seeing that familiar light, Yang Zhentian couldn't help but be horrified!

Just as he was about to dissipate the blood from his whole body and burrow back into the yellow sand of the earth. A purple lightning that was even brighter than the sun had already struck the flickering silver needle at the tip of the Yellow Sand Needle!

The purple lightning flowed down the rain from the needle of yellow sand and instantly spread to Yang Zhentian's whole body.

If it is said that Yang Zhentian before was like a terrifying giant snake with a head but countless tails. At that time, Yang Zhentian, the giant snake, undoubtedly fell into a purple river full of corrosive solution!

The purple electricity with its incredible power pierced every cell in Yang Zhentian's body almost instantly. Under the instantaneous heating of the super strong current, his already damaged and highly active blood cells could no longer withstand this powerful destructive energy!

The spatial structure of the protein nucleic acids, which maintain the characteristics of the capillaries, begins to collapse, and the genetic material begins to gradually lose its function. Soon, Yang Zhentian completely lost the ability to re-divide blood!!

To make matters worse, as structural proteins are denatured, the cellular structure of highly active capillaries begins to disintegrate!!

The bloodshot streaks that were originally glowing red were now dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When this purple lightning finally dissipated from Yang Zhentian's body, all that remained above this sea of yellow sand was a black chrysalis that was scorched black and glowing with scorched smell!!

At this time, Yang Zhentian's scorched and blackened head that had been split by the heavenly thunder was looking up at the sky with a painful expression with his mouth wide open. In his wide open mouth, wisps of green smoke came out.

Just as the heavy rain quickly extinguished all the smoke and dust on his body, there was a crisp sound from Yang Zhentian's big mouth.

Click.

Click.

Click.

In this chirping sound like a hundred birds breaking their shells, a pair of flawless white jade hands rushed out of Yang Zhentian's burnt mouth!!

Soon, the pair of jade hands changed from palms to fists, and they clenched at the same time. When his fists were clenched, two pairs of muscular arms began to stretch out from Yang Zhentian's mouth to the left and right at the same time!

At the moment when the sound of breaking the shell representing the sound of new life and the sound of flesh tearing representing the language of death were played at the same time, accompanied by the pure rain of the Shazhou Realm, which seemed to wash away all the dust in the world, the slender body of the Twelve Nights of Empty Dawn broke out from the charred flesh chrysalis body of the demonized Yang Zhentian!!

Under the washing of the rain, the white and flawless Dawn Twelve Nights couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the charred black blood around his body, and he suddenly felt that all this in front of him had an unusually familiar feeling.

Under this inexplicable feeling, a trance suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of the Twelve Nights of Kongming.

Immediately, pictures that seemed to be real began to appear in his mind!

It was also a thunderstorm night,

A white-clothed monk dressed in a Tai Chi gossip robe and unable to see clearly was holding a baby in a dungeon whose roof had been split open by heavenly thunder, laughing wildly!

Under that baby, there is also a bloodshot chrysalis, which is connected to its own blood chrysalis through wisps of blood!

After screaming for an unknown amount of time, the man in white left with the baby in his arms. In the entire underground palace, he was the only one left in the blood chrysalis blackened by the thunder and thunder with the darkness.

Later, another group of tomb robbers came to the dungeon, and he was thrown from the dungeon to the pile of corpses in the back mountain as a dead body...

Heavy rain and thunder, scorched black and bloodshot, the picture in my mind finally overlapped with reality.

When Kong Ming came back to his senses again on the twelfth night, he suddenly realized that all this in front of him was simply a copy of the night in Kong Ming Mountain eighteen years ago!!

Same people, similar scenes.

The difference is that Yang Zhentian, who took Kong Ming out of the blood-threaded flesh chrysalis eighteen years ago, has now turned into a charred black flesh chrysalis that awakens his inner memory. And the quack baby who escaped death that day has now gradually grown into a cultivator who can control the life and death of others!!

Thinking of the figure of the white-clothed cultivator and the baby that had just appeared in his mind, Kong Ming Twelve Nights unconsciously clenched his fists. At the same time, as if he had sensed something, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the eastern Leizhou realm of the Lingyun Divine Palace!!

Eighteen years, the end of a death.

Eighteen years, the beginning of a new life.

In the face of the reincarnation of fate, even if the two people who are destined to meet go through many forks in the road in life, they still can't avoid the fateful narrow road encounter in the end!!

PS: The beginning of the 12 Nights of Kongming ends, and the next chapter begins to turn to the protagonist line. Finally, thank you for the cold and cold red envelopes.