"You are sick, you have entered my body, so I can observe your bloodline, your awakening this time is not very thorough, and you are also very injured, so you can't do without me!" Yang Zhao looked at the girl's stunned expression, sighed slightly, and seemed not to care that his words would stimulate the girl in front of him again.

"So you can't live without me!"

This sentence came out of Yang Zhao's mouth, into the ears of the dress, and then into the ears of the demons.

The expression of the clothes was sluggish, and the expressions of those demons were also sluggish, they didn't expect that the original result would be like this, the clothes were in the hands of this human being, so what should they do?

After Yang Zhao said this, he didn't look back, and before the clothes and those demons could react, he flew across the river with the clothes on his back, and headed towards the center of the grassland.

At this time, a slight drizzle fell on the grassland, which also brought a hazy color to the grassland, Yang Zhao did not look back, he did not dare to look back, he did not even dare to look at the face of the girl on his body.

If he looked back, he would find that the corners of the girl's mouth were full of smiles, and although they had disappeared quickly, the meaning of the smile was still in her heart.

Lian Yi didn't look back, she didn't even dare to look back, she couldn't face the decision she made, so she hugged Yang Zhao's neck tightly, as if she was already asleep.

Behind them, they disappeared into the haze, and they walked through the rain-soaked grassland, across the river, across the barren fields, and into a hill.

Yang Zhao noticed that the demon light in the sky behind him was getting brighter and brighter, indicating that the demons in this world had gradually gathered. And as he drew nearer and nearer, he added his footsteps.

After walking through the hills, he came to a large field of reeds, which grew very peculiarly, towering into the clouds in front of his eyes, and the mist between the reeds was like smoke, like a smoke realm, and the sound of water was faintly heard in the distance ahead.

An ordinary-looking demon walked out from behind a wisp of reeds, a bloated demon. Walked out from behind another wisp of reeds. More and more people are coming out from behind the trees.

All the demons in this world have come here, densely packed, and they can't be counted at all. There are many demons in their hearts, although they know the horrors of the grassland. But they still chased after them.

Magic Light. In an instant, the mist between the reeds was dispelled, and all the demons bowed to Yang Zhao and saluted. Then began to groan, and there was a lot of seduction in the demonic voice.

Yang Zhao's face was pale, he looked at the number of Buddhas in the woods, and said in disgust: "Disturbing ears." ”

The dark magic light was pervasive, and the reeds were very quiet, only the demon sound was undulating, and the demons looked solemn and compassionate, but in Yang Zhao's eyes, this scene was so gloomy.

He didn't speak, and waved the Void Sword, and a sword intent shot out.

The reed was stained with mottled demon blood, and a demon sat cross-legged beside him, and there was an extremely deep wound between his chest and abdomen, the shape of the wound was slightly curved, and there was demonic liquid flowing out of the wound, turning into magic light.

The magic light in the woods was flourishing, and Yang Zhao was even more painful.

His expression was very solemn, these demons seemed to be jealous of the girl behind him, and every time he killed a demon, the magic light of this world became brighter, and he was one step closer to death.

So, he rushed into the reeds with his jumpsuit on his back.

The purple void intent suddenly reached its peak, his person turned into a lightning-like shadow, the brocade bag was pinched, dozens of rune papers flashed with strange brilliance in the dense forest, the void sword slashed horizontally and vertically, roaring non-stop, the terrifying sword intent swept everywhere, clanging, and several reeds that were difficult to encircle collapsed.

In a very short period of time, Yang Zhao used all his most powerful methods, and at least dozens of heart demons fell in a pool of blood, looking extremely strong.

However, no matter how he killed, the sound of demons in the reeds did not stop, and the faces of the demons did not react except for compassion, and the road to the distant steppe was still blocked.

The death of dozens of heart demons has stained this dark reed with an extremely dark fog, and the magic light has become unprecedentedly increased, and even gives people a thick feeling.

The magic light was too strong, like a substance, and he turned the jumpie and landed on Yang Zhao, who was weakly carrying the jumpsuit and kept coughing up blood.

Yang Zhao felt colder, and the hand holding the Void Sword began to tremble.

"You can't die. ”

Lian Yi looked at the blood dripping from Yang Zhao's body, and said with a pale face: "I'm still waiting for you to heal me." ”

Yang Zhao was almost dying, and the jumpsuit said in his ear: "I want to come in." ”

Yang Zhao understood what she meant by this.

The next moment, he felt like he had one more person in his body.

The jumpsuit had disappeared from his back, the jumpsuit had reached his body, and she could only hope that she could protect this interesting person.

Yang Zhao lowered his head and was silent for a long time, his breathing gradually changed from rapid to gentle, and the breathing rhythm of the clothes in his body gradually converged, until finally it was exactly the same.

He didn't understand what was happening, but knew that the jumpsuit must have paid a great price.

He looked up, collected the Void Sword and held it in his hand.

He looked at the demons in the reeds and said, "Now, let's fight again." ”

There was darkness in the reeds, and those heart demons emitted a faint demonic light, like countless oil lamps, they looked at Yang Zhao standing with his sword, and the demons had those who were sad, those who were sad and angry, and those who were in awe, and their reactions were different.

The demons sensed that Yang Zhao had undergone some very important changes, and they sensed that those changes would have some kind of impact on this world, but they didn't understand what that change was.

Yang Zhao didn't understand this change either, he knew that the jumpsuit had entered his body, and he felt that he was full of strength and fearless.

The magic sound sounded again in the reeds, the magic light was in full bloom, and countless demons appeared everywhere, slowly surrounding him, leaving him no way to leave.

When these demons saw the sudden disappearance of the dress, they were all happy in their hearts, so that they had no scruples.

These heart demons looked compassionate, and they also showed compassion when they looked at Yang Zhao, but since Yang Zhao woke up until now, the demons have never tried to persuade and educate, nor have they had any real communication with Yang Zhao - because Yang Zhao refused to communicate with them, any disagreements had to be resolved by strength in the end.

At this time, he still did this, he took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely bright, he clenched the Void Sword and slowly lifted it, and slashed the two swords into the reeds in front of him, seemingly very casually.

Two sword blades hundreds of zhang long appeared in the dark reeds!

The wind howled, countless mosses rolled up, weeds were low, rocks cracked, and where hundreds of zhang of the sword blade passed, nothing could still maintain its original form, and those demons standing in the area where the sword blade was facing were directly crushed into pieces by the sword blade, and the demonic fog was filled!

Forbidden with Void Sword Calligraphy and Painting!

Yang Zhao's calligraphy and painting made such a grand prohibition, running through the entire reed!

The terrifying sword intent cut everything it came into contact with indifferently and strongly, and there were clear cracks on the huge reeds that couldn't even be closed, and even the whistling wind in the middle was cut into countless pieces by the sword intent, turning into a gentle breeze, and those demonic mist drifted into the void.

Yang Zhao slashed out two swords, and at least hundreds of heart demons died in front of him, but there were still many heart demons here, and those heart demons continued to walk towards him with a resolute expression.

And Yang Zhao never thought about what would happen to these heart demons with resolute expressions, he said that if he wanted to fight these heart demons again, then what he had to do was to attack.

A clear roar rushed from the ground to the heavens, spreading towards the depths of the forest, as if the heavens and the earth were excited by this roar full of pride and violence, and the dark reeds suddenly became bright.

With the sound of whistling, Yang Zhao's right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and where his feet landed, there were extremely deep cracks in the ground within a few zhang, and he held the iron sword horizontally with both hands, and rushed towards the reeds!

The several fierce sword intents that ran through the reeds actually began to move slowly and unstoppably with his forward sweep and the rampant movement of the Void Sword, heading towards the reeds!

Several sharp sword intents are hundreds of zhang long, running through the entire reed thicket, and as Yang Zhao's horizontal sword moves forward, it becomes several invisible sharp giant blades.

The scythe of death is harvesting in the wheat field, and how can the straw escape?

There are countless demons in the reeds, these demons are tall, low, fat and thin, but where the sword blade passes, there are demons whose heads are broken, some demons whose bodies are cut off, some demons whose heavenly spirit covers are cut off, and some demons' legs are broken, and countless demons are bleeding and falling.

Those dense fogs flowed out of the bodies of these heart demons, cut into the tiniest pieces by the sword intent, and then turned into black crystal beads, floating on the reeds, and the bright starlight was already dim.

These crystal beads are extremely dark, and after fleeing for many days, Yang Zhao has suffered a lot of injuries, tired and haggard, and his face is already a little pale, but at this time, he is even more snow-white when he is illuminated by ten thousand crystal beads.

He squinted his eyes, lowered his head and continued to charge forward with his sword, without a trace of fear on his face.

If he still has a life on his back, even if those demons are afraid of his life, he is afraid that he will be killed by these demons under his body, but now his life is in his body.

There was a sound of water in the reeds, and he rushed towards that side, and in front of the horizontal Void Sword, several majestic and coercive sword intents also moved forward, and countless barks and dark demonic blood splashed into the air.

Countless demons fell to the ground one after another, and there were no howls or wails in the forest, only demonic sounds full of compassion, and those demonic sounds often stopped abruptly, representing that the demons died under the invisible blade.

Yang Zhao kept running with his head down, not knowing how long he had been running, until he felt that his hands holding the Void Sword began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid again, and he didn't stop.

The sound of the water was murmuring, very quiet, and the grassland behind the river appeared in front of his eyes. (To be continued......)