Now that there is news that this is not a little white, how can he miss it?

Moreover, the few words that the demon soul had been howling also aroused his curiosity.

"Who is the referring to, and what does he know?"

With these doubts, his bearing increased by three points, but he did not neglect his own safety, and when he was only a mountain peak away from the source of the sound, he repeated his old trick, sliding against the mountain, hiding himself in the shadow of the rock cracks.

As soon as he crossed the top of the mountain, he heard an intermittent murmur, as if someone was moaning and muttering something.

Condescendingly, he couldn't see any signs of a fight in the valley below.

The more this happened, the more cautious he became, and his body slid down little by little, until he saw a figure lying in the middle of the rocks at the bottom of the valley.

His heart was shocked, and he didn't care about hiding his tracks, so he appeared and ran to the figure in a few steps.

It was the demon soul lying down, and half an hour ago, he was still fierce and invincible, and at this time, his mountain-like body fell.

The most terrifying thing is that the muscles of the left half of his body have atrophied into a flesh hollow, and there are empty wrinkles and protruding blood vessels everywhere, which forms the most fierce contrast with the still strong right half of his body.

Yang Zhao knew at a glance that this was the expression of his half-body essence blood true yuan being emptied.

In such a state, no matter how he succeeds, the accumulation of new and old injuries is enough to break his crazy will.

Yang Zhao glanced around, and there was nothing wrong, which made him feel a little cold from between his teeth.

I don't know which great power made this thunderous blow. And after succeeding, he fled thousands of miles away, and the simplicity of the means was staggering.

The thick lips of the demon soul are still squirming, and the voice is relatively clear, but it is still a over and over, I know, what can you say about me.

This made Yang Zhao, who was bent on collecting information, feel depressed when he listened, and scolded angrily: "You know a fart!

The voice actually paused, and when Yang Zhao looked down at it when he felt something strange, he saw his hazy big eyes. The light is different. The madness seemed to be much less, and his eyes even moved, and it was difficult to fix on Yang Zhao's face.

Yang Zhao instinctively shuddered, but he had no reason to be afraid of a dying person. And he stared at the past.

The two sides looked at each other. The demon's collapsed body shook violently.

Yang Zhao was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his hoarse voice bellows-

"Dead, dead, dead!

Yang Zhao's spirit shook suddenly. Immediately knelt down beside him and leaned his ear over: "You say, you say slowly, who is dead?"

"How can you be dead when you're dead?"

Damn! Yang Zhao slapped his palm on the ground in frustration, he finally knew that this madman was unreasonable, and he was about to get up and leave immediately.

However, as he was about to rise and fall, his eyelids jumped, and he suddenly thought of something, and reached out to touch his face.

No way!

Shaking his head, he decided to wipe out the sudden rhapsody.

After all, that's impossible.

Moreover, the only person who looks like him seems to be that person, and that person has been dead for thousands of years, so how can he appear outside the sky even if he is alive?

But as the saying goes, people are dying, and their words are also good, that is, this demon soul is not a human being, and before he dies, he should always have a source!

He lowered his head again, trying to get some more information out of the demon's mouth.

With a muffled sound of "poof", Yang Zhao's eyes flashed red and white, and this sudden change made him take aback, and his body instinctively leaned back and shot out backwards.

Thanks to his quick dodge, wouldn't it feel good if those four bursts of brains hit his face?

Demon Soul Fight's head was torn apart, and this time, he was dead!

With a loud sound, Yang Zhao drew his sword out of its sheath, and swung it to the side purely by feeling, and the sword qi roared past, but it did not hit the target.

The chill in his heart was cold for a while, and the warning signs were frequent, and seven swords were wiped or stabbed one after another, and the sword aura was cold, but he did not touch half of the corner of the other party's clothes.

Just when he was about to run away, a laugh suddenly broke out in his ears.

The laughter was in his ears, Yang Zhao's heart was shocked, and he reflexively shouted: "Yunluan, one-piece, is it you?"

As soon as these words came out, he felt something in his heart again, and suddenly turned around, and the figure that was as black as ink was like a nightmare in reality, standing under the sun.

Two pairs of dreamlike eyes looked straight at him.

In these days, Yang Zhao didn't know how many times he met these two pairs of eyes, but until now, he couldn't look at them with a normal heart, just because the eyes of the two people in front of him seemed to be able to see through his heart.

"What's wrong with him?" Yun Luan looked at the already torn demon soul, and his face also showed a hint of surprise and fear.

Yang Zhao shook his head, as if he had thought of something, if this was the case, then the injuries on the demon soul's body could be explained clearly.

After all, on the day they left the bottom of the sea, the polar monk who fought with them, although they didn't know that this person was called Yun Song, but when they left, they also clearly sensed that the person was swept away by a strange rainbow light, and half of his body was even more cruel than the death of the demon soul, because the monk was completely devoured half of his body.

If that's the case, with this kind of means of killing, plus this demon soul, it's not a big deal.

So since the demon soul died here, that mysterious killer should not be far from here, why didn't he take advantage of the situation to kill Yang Zhao and the others?

The thought moved, Yang Zhao blinked, looked at Yun Luan and Lian Yi and said, "This person's death is similar to that of that polar monk, and it can even be said that he wants to be completely the same. ”

"What?"

When Yang Zhao finished saying this, Yun Luan and Lianyi's expressions were stunned, and they also noticed that something was wrong at this time, and they didn't even dare to move again, and even a trace of fear flashed in their eyes!

Yang Zhao nodded, of course he knew why Yun Luan and Lianyi were afraid, if the two of them were afraid, Yang Zhao was even more afraid.

Come to think of it, what else can be feared by Mahayana monks?

What's even more terrifying is that after Yang Zhao came here, he couldn't feel the breath of Xiaobai.

Could it be that they have ......

But just as he turned his head in the direction he was coming from, a thin pillar of red light suddenly appeared in the distance!

Although the pillar of light is faint, it is extremely eye-catching among the many star-like lights, and even the brilliance of the galaxy covering the sky and earth cannot be concealed.

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment and muttered, "This ...... Is this really hell off?" (To be continued......)