Yang Zhao looked at the other side of the river, his expression began to become solemn, with his eyesight, he couldn't even count how many demons there were, and what shocked him even more was that those inner demons actually began to walk towards the river Styx.

Tens of thousands, or even more, demons bypassed the collapsed redwood trees, walked through the wet and soft river beach, and walked silently into the clear water, black and oppressive, as if a large army crossed the river.

There are more resentful soul skeletons in the depths of the River Styx, they sense the magic light and magic breath on these demons, but they do not sense the coercion in Yang Zhao's body, after a little hesitation, they finally did not suppress the instinctive love for darkness, and the greed for those pure demon breath surged up.

The clear river water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the calm river suddenly became extremely turbulent, some of the lowly cultivation demons were directly swept away by the river, and then became the food of the resentful spirits, and the high cultivation of the demons were surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of resentful spirits, constantly devouring, and the scene looked extremely terrifying.

What Yang Zhao was puzzled about was that in the whole process, none of them had ever made a sound, they entered the water silently, were swept away silently, were swallowed silently, and turned into countless fragments of magic light in silence, even the magic sound that obviously had an extremely calming effect on the resentful spirits and wild ghosts, they no longer chanted, as if they were deliberately sending them to death.

There are dozens of demons with advanced demonic breath in the same way, if they use means, not to mention self-preservation, they can completely save those demons around them who are sinking into hell, but they don't do anything, just put their hands between their clothes, and walk silently towards the depths of the River Styx.

Countless demons walked into the gloomy River Styx in this way, and floated in the river. Densely crowded together, from time to time there were inner demons swept away by the water, dragged away by resentful spirits, and torn to pieces by the white claws of skeletons.

Looking at this shocking and speechless scene, Yang Zhao no longer had the feeling of crossing the river with a large army, and felt as if it was a scene on the prairie where countless bison were devoured by crocodiles when crossing the river.

Why? Why are these demons so silent, so calmly dying? Yang Zhao even saw a Buddha devoured by resentful spirits in the black waves, the expression on his face was still so resolute.

And at that moment the earth suddenly shook. Yang Zhao looked back. Looking towards the place where the vibration started, I saw that the sky in the far east suddenly became extremely bright, and there was a supreme demonic power in the other place.

Thousands of stars came to the banks of the River Styx in an instant, illuminating all life in the woods and on the forestside.

The light falls. gilded Yang Zhao's clothes with a layer of starlight. He felt a powerful coercion. I also felt that the jumpsuit was weakening, and quickly pulled out the Void Sword and propped it up in front of me.

The starlight also fell on the River Styx, and the dark waters did not clear. But it tumbled violently, as if someone had placed a fire under the River Styx, and in an instant it boiled countless rivers of Styx.

In the boiling water of the River Styx, countless demons still walked silently, and the countless resentful souls who were devouring the demon's breath raised their heads and looked at the starlight obsessively, and the countless skeletons that were tearing the Buddha's body stopped their movements in a daze, wanting to look at the starlight, but they were a little timid, and then whether it was a resentful soul or a skeleton, they gradually turned into extremely thin points of light.

Dense points of light, like fireflies, floated in the boiling river, and fell on those still living demons, the demonic breath of those demons suddenly increased, and the expression on their faces became more resolute, looking at the beginning of the starlight in the distant east, and then turned their heads and kept walking towards the other side.

"Ten thousand demons cross the river. Yang Zhao muttered to himself.

This is really ten thousand demons crossing the river, Yang Zhao doesn't know why these demons want to do this, and he doesn't understand what the reason for the demons to be devoured by the demons, and the ghosts are still attached to the demons, but he knows that these demons have become stronger and more terrifying, he even saw thousands of resentful spirits turned into a green lion in the boiling river, and there is an inconspicuous demon who was carried up by this green lion and walked on the surface of the river, is it a powerful demon?

A soul destroyer almost forced Yang Zhao and Lianyi into a desperate situation, and the Styx washed his body, if there were a few more extraterrestrial demons with a similar realm, how could they survive?

What else is there to think about at this time? The magic light of the Far East is gradually fading, and countless inner demons and the strong people in the middle are about to reach the other side, Yang Zhao put on his jumpsuit, turned around and began to run wildly.

Run all the way, and run for a hundred miles.

Yang Zhao himself didn't know how long he had been running with his jumpsuit on his back in the past hundred miles, he only knew how to run desperately, and throw the demons behind him as far away as possible.

In the journey of running, there were plateau meadows, land inland seas, and steep mountains, and he did not know where he had run, only that he was heading towards the far east.

I don't know how many days he ran, he couldn't hear the sound of magic behind him, and when he turned back occasionally, he couldn't see the magic light in the night dome, but he knew that those demons would never stop, as long as he stopped or slowed down, then one day he would be chased by the other party, and those demons belonged to turtles.

The grassland is vast, he ran wildly for a hundred days, and he didn't see the end, fortunately he didn't need to discern the direction, and he didn't need to worry about running back to where he was, because Chiba and the others were in front.

The feeling of Xiaobai in his heart is getting clearer and clearer, which means that they are getting closer and closer to Chiba, and it is a little strange that I don't know what happened, although they are getting closer and closer to Chiba, they always can't see each other, as if the two sides are separated by a barrier, and there is always some danger hidden in the center of this grassland, but it makes them feel a little comfortable.

Although he feels comfortable, his mood is not relaxed, Yang Zhao and Lianyi have been talking less and less these days, and they have been silent for a long time during the running, he is thinking that he is going to see Xiaobai and Xuan Yuruo soon, and he will start gambling after seeing him, so he is in a heavy mood, and Lianyi is thinking about something.

When she saw those humans, she showed that she would really betray the black-clothed adult, if she couldn't see it, she would either live or die, and now that the clothes were weak, if these humans lived, she would definitely die no matter what.

The lifeline of the dress was injected into Yang Zhao's heart, he should know what she wanted, but this time the things she was thinking about were too complicated and too profound, and the lines of thought that he could perceive were dense and difficult to see. Not to mention understanding, it was like a mess, entangled in the hearts of the two, and when he understood this, his mood became heavier and heavier.

He still walked in this grassland with his clothes on his back for a day and a night, but he still didn't have a very real understanding of this grassland, only that all he saw in front of him was grass, and when he turned around, there was grass everywhere. It wasn't until early morning that they realized that the ground under their feet was gradually becoming less and less. Opposite. There was more and more water under the weeds, and the soil was getting wetter and softer.

The grassland is gradually turning into a wetland, and it is becoming more and more difficult to walk in such an environment, although there are not many mosquitoes. But there are more and more demon beasts hiding in the grass. At the moment when the morning sun illuminates the wetlands all. A group of demon beasts finally couldn't resist the temptation of fresh blood food. Ignoring the strong aura emanating from Yang Zhao's body, he launched an attack on them.

For a time, the grass flew wildly, and the water was broken into 10,000 golden leaves. The blood of the demon beasts kept splattering, and it was not until several corpse beasts were thrown down that the group of demon beasts was forced to evacuate.

Yang Zhao stretched out his hand to cut off a lot of thatch, spread it on the wet ground, sat down with his dress, and then crossed his knees and began to meditate and pranayama, this battle was fought by him alone from beginning to end, not to mention too hard, but those heart demon toxins that had already been purified appeared in his body for some reason, and it seemed that there were signs of erosion towards the sea of knowledge, and he had to deal with it.

The jumper leaned against the slightly hard grass, looking at the corpse of the black scaleless snake not far away that was bigger than the roof beam, and his face was very pale.

Her injuries were still very serious, and the attacks on Yang Zhao by reversing the True Yuan outside the river were too ruthless, not only did it cost her True Yuan too much, but it also made her body a little unbearable, directly breaking her two extremely important meridians, and also leaving too many wounds on her intestines that were difficult to recover, and now the speed of blood flow has become very slow, but it is still constantly spilling out.

Injured so badly, let alone fighting, she couldn't even stand up now, she could only be carried and walked by Yang Zhao, and she could only watch Yang Zhao fight and kill those terrible demon beasts, screaming, silent, and painful, this fact made her feel very sad, and she felt like a waste - Yang Zhao was so seriously injured, but he still had to protect him.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zhao woke up, didn't open his eyes, and slowly moved to the side of the jumper, it was obvious that time passed slowly, and he had gradually become accustomed to the fact that he was living with the girl. He took the ripper's wrist and listened to the pulse in silence, then took a pill from his bosom and fed it to the slipper's mouth.

Because he was a little nervous, his fingers touched the lips of the jumper when he fed the medicine.

The lips of the dress were a little dry, and there was some skin on them that would be torn off due to thirst, but it still felt a little soft, which made Yang Zhao's fingers stiffen, and he said suddenly: "It would be nice if you could give me some time and space." ”

It was a no-brainer, but the jumper didn't understand and asked, "Why?"

Yang Zhao confirmed that she didn't care that her lips were touched by herself, and after a pause, she said, "My medical skills are very good, if you give me some space and time, even if you can't escape from this grassland, you can still cure your bloodline problem." ”

Lian Yi was a little curious about Yang Zhao's past, but it was obviously not a good time to chat now, so after he agreed, he stopped talking. Only by not speaking can we devote our energy and time to restoring our body and true element.

Yang Zhao understood what she meant, closed his eyes, and continued to meditate and pranayama, but now he was sitting next to Lianyi, who only needed to open his eyes to see his side face.

He had been in a coma for too long along the way, so that he didn't give Yang Zhao directions for many times, of course, in this endless grassland with no distinction between front and back, there was really no need for directions, but in short, he had been in a coma for too long, so even if he was still weak, he didn't want to rest anymore and didn't want to close his eyes.

He opened his clear eyes and quietly looked at Yang Zhao's side face, the more he looked, the more he was distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although it feels very ordinary, who would have thought that his ordinary body would contain such terrifying strength and unimaginable tenacity?

Especially after fighting with himself, he has a terrible situation beyond his own realm.

Looking at him, the little face of the jumpsuit also showed a hint of admiration. (To be continued......)