The sour smell with a strong corrosive function in the stomach of the demon beast was even stronger, and Qi Yan felt that it was very difficult to breathe, as if he might suffocate at any time, and his face turned into a purple pork liver color.

A heart-rending scream in his ears came into Zhihai, and what made him strange was that he didn't notice the existence of people around him, and those people didn't know where they were rushed to, could this sound be the aftermath of the previous monk who fell into the belly of the demon beast before?

Following this momentum, Qi Yan let his body drift with the flow, but found that this demon beast's stomach was really eighteen bends in the mountain road, and the further down he went, the more shocked his heart became, according to this time distance, how huge this demon beast must be!

There was no one around, but there was a scream that came to Zhihai, and Qi Yan felt more and more of a sense of panic in the silence.

"Aze!Aze!Xiaolu!Xiaolu!" After shouting a few times in panic, there was no response as always, since entering the secret realm of Wanzhong Mountain, every plant and animal was as silent as hibernating, Qi Yan wanted to get a response very much in this treacherous and oppressive situation, even if it was just a little normal sound.

"Red Flame Heart Fire. ”

After being silent for a long time, Qi Yan heard the voice of Aze who had not been seen for a long time, with a trace of imperceptible tiredness in his voice, I don't know what Aze is busy with, if he doesn't know Aze very well, I'm afraid that Qi Yan will ignore the weakness in that tone.

What is this Red Flame Heart Fire? The words without a head and tail made Qi Yan fall into deep thought, Aze gave a hint, but he didn't have the slightest clue, this demon beast is very huge, where to find this heart fire?

Under his feet was no longer a soft and viscous green liquor, but everywhere were dark green dried and twisted thick meridians, like shriveled and withered tree trunks, on which there were bulges the size of basketballs that were beating from time to time, and Qi Yan carefully dodged between the meridians.

The bulges grew and thinner with each beat, the dark red skin became more and more transparent, and the vivid faces were attached to the thin walls, and the distorted facial features were struggling silently.

Qi Yan's gaze swept over the balls, and every face in them was like an animal longing for freedom, and the eyes begging for sorrow were all staring at him, and he felt creepy at this moment.

Between the empty meridians, the faces of the people in the hundred and ten round balls made the same expression, and the eyes made him unbearable to look directly or even dare to look directly, he didn't know if it was a trace of the primordial spirit left by the predecessors that made them suffer here, or really waited to be rescued, he only knew that he couldn't look at it anymore, and if he looked at it again, he didn't know what he would do.

Here he actually saw Qian Cheng's face, even if it was swollen into a pig's head, Qi Yan still recognized him at a glance, and when he looked at each other, Qian Cheng's eyes were angry, jealous, and resentful, and finally turned into a bitter pleading.

Qi Yan just glanced at it quickly and turned his head, it is a little tiresome for money to become a person, but anyone here, who dares to say that he is not selfish!

As if he had entered a demonic barrier, although he turned his head and closed his eyes, Qi Yan's sea of consciousness kept flashing with begging eyes, and finally fixed on Qian Cheng's complicated line of sight.

The world says that the eyes are the window of the soul, Qi Yan only understood everything contained in the eyes in a moment, Qian Cheng's anger stemmed from the fact that he first found it in the mouth of the giant beast, but he blocked everyone and even his last ray of life; his jealousy stemmed from the fact that one was inside and one outside, and the other seemed to be safe and sound, but he was already a little unrecognizable; then what he resented was nothing more than that when so many people wanted him to die, no one explicitly said that they would save him, and their greatest forgiveness was only to let him fend for himself.

To put it nicely, it is self-fending and fending, in that case, I am afraid that it will be a dead end in the end, Qi Yan understands Qian Cheng's thoughts, so the last begging look still makes his heart soften, no matter what, this is a human life after all!

Although the transaction with Qian Cheng was very shallow, the little thing between Qian Cheng and him that was not worth mentioning in the face of major rights and wrongs made Qi Yan feel compassion in the end, he gritted his teeth vigorously, and turned around sharply and swung a sword.

A green light flashed, and there was a loud bang, followed by several drowning coughs, "Great grace is not grateful!" Qian Cheng, who crawled out, said this sentence in a muffled voice, shook his deformed body and stumbled through the meridians, and disappeared between the flashes.

"Whew!" Just as Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, there was a burning sensation behind him, and he turned his head sharply and saw a dark green afterimage that was passing quickly.

A strong sense of crisis came to his heart, he jumped up, the sword in his hand had already come out of his hand, the green dragon wrapped around the sword body whined and rushed over, the pursuit was unsuccessful, but the sword that flew back carried some viscous green liquid.

Qi Yan looked at the green liquid on the sword and was distracted, if he guessed correctly, it should be Qian Cheng who disappeared just now, is this a return pistol to kill him?

No, it may not have been money for a long time, who knows what demons have occupied that body, only blame him for being too kind of a woman, he should have made a decision a long time ago, but he couldn't get through the hurdle in his heart.

Looking at the faces of the many people in the round balls who were still begging, the expressions on Qi Yan's face became cold a little, and gradually those faces seemed to sense his emotions, they all stared at him with resentment and coldness, hundreds of eyes stared at him together, Qi Yan had a cold feeling like a man's back.

The figure Qi Yan just now didn't want to explore, he couldn't let himself fall in a pit twice in a row, and quickly ran in the direction where Qian Cheng left, only to find that there was just a dark red wall.

After kicking a few times in anger to vent his anger, Qi Yan returned the same way, and walked around inside with a piercing gaze, but he couldn't get out.

"Help me!"

A weak female voice clearly entered Qi Yan's sea of knowledge in this silent situation, and suddenly raised her head and stared at it, and really saw that deep bone marrow face, it was Xiao Rou or Mo Chen, who was extremely similar to Xiao Rou.

Two tears lingered on his pale face, and his trembling lips kept repeating these two words.

Qi Yan covered his head violently, it must not be Mochen's, I don't know what the hell is the demon beast's trick, there was no one in the same direction as him when he was washed down, Mochen should be elsewhere now, it may be safe.

Qian Cheng is not Qian Cheng, and this Mochen will not be Mochen! He will not believe it anymore!

"Help me, save me!" Qi Yan's heart was now a mess, and these two words kept ringing in the sea of knowledge, and the two soft words brought him a violent struggle.

"No, no, no!" Qi Yan shouted angrily, as if he was crazy, he kept swinging the sword in his hand and slashing at the balls that reflected various faces.

"Drink!" After cutting off a ball, a hoarse roar of a fierce beast sounded around him, and the corners of Qi Yan's eyes were red, and he kept chopping, but he always avoided the ball that disturbed his mind.

"Roar! Drink!" A dull roar came into the demon beast's body, and the rumbling and violent shaking made Qi Yan even more angry, and the slashing action did not stop, and only the afterimages of sword light could be seen passing by.

Behind him, every time he cut off a ball, a small red bead of light flew out of the ball, and these red beads of light slowly gathered together.

There was also the last round ball, Qi Yan's arm holding the sword kept shaking, and strings of sweat fell under the hilt of the sword, falling on the dried veins under his feet, and not even a trace of splash was aroused.

"Let's go!" With a loud shout, the sword that Qi Yan had been holding flew out of his hand, and the only remaining ball was cut off in an instant, and at the same time, a drop of water appeared from the corner of his eye.

Qi Yan squatted on the ground weakly with his hands hanging down, his lowered head pressed tightly on his bent legs, and hundreds of red light beads condensed together behind him like a beating flame and slammed into the back of his heart.

Qi Yan only felt that his eyes were dark, and his whole body hurt as if he had been pricked by thousands of red-hot needles, and the whole person pounced forward, "Poof!" A mouthful of black and red blood sprayed in front of him.