After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Zhang Yan was dragged to the center of the martial arts arena almost instantly.The strange thing is that these ghosts seemed to be ordered by someone, but they just pressed him firmly to the ground and did not make any further movements.

Zhang Yan struggled desperately, but couldn't move the slightest bit.He was concerned about Fang Qian's safety, and he was very anxious.

His premonition all along seemed to come true, and he once again dragged Fang Qian into a dangerous vortex.The thought hurt him more than the shadow holding him, than the sinister and unpredictable future.

"Fang Qian!" He shouted.

Except for the groans and howls of the ghosts, there was no answer.

His heart kept sinking, sinking, sinking to the dark underground where countless dead bones were buried.The strength of the body was also drained.

Maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a second, he heard a weak voice from a distance: "Zhang Yan, I'm here..."

The sound was like a shot of heart-boosting medicine reinjecting vitality into Zhang Yan's body. A burst of bravery burst out from the bottom of his heart, and his spiritual power surged endlessly, bursting out of his dantian like a bomb exploded.

He is the root of the fire element, and his spiritual power is naturally yang to fierce. He is naturally the nemesis of ghosts. When the ghost holding him touches this surge of spiritual power, it is like a dead leaf rubbing against the flame. Eliminate the invisible.

Zhang Yan's body lightened, and he immediately stood up from the ground rolling and crawling, and ran to where Fang Qian was.

Before he ran far, a sword light slashed down in front of him, rubbed his toes, and split a big hole in the ground in front of him.

Zhang Yan had to stop and looked at the man standing on the high platform.

At this moment, he was in the center, and the gray-robed man was watching coldly from the white marble platform on the east side. Fang Qian was dragged to his side, with his throat in his hands.

"Back back, if you move one more step, I'll strangle him to death." The gray-robed man said coldly.

As if confirming his words, Fang Qian's expression immediately distorted due to suffocation and pain.Zhang Yan didn't dare to take it too seriously, so he had to take a step back.

During the whole process, Fang Qian bit his lower lip tightly and did not make a sound.

The gray-robed man let out a hoarse laugh: "Very well, Zhang Yan, the only one he can rely on is you."

Zhang Yan glanced at his feet, and at some point, blood-colored patterns began to appear on the ground of the martial arts field.The complex lines seemed to be alive, twisting and twisting thousands of times, drawing ancient spells that he couldn't understand.

Even Zhang Yan, who doesn't know much about formations, can guess that this must be a powerful formation.

Somehow, this scene was indescribably familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Zhang Yan raised his head and said loudly to the man, "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

"One choice." The gray-robed man raised a finger like a dead branch, his voice was very soft, but it seemed to fall on the ears of Zhang Yan and Fang Qian.

"what?"

"He and you..." The gray-robed man pointed to Fang Qian and then to Zhang Yan, "Only one of you can survive."

Zhang Yan couldn't help yelling: "Fart!" He immediately decided not to listen to this lunatic's nonsense, mobilized his spiritual power to transform into a growth sword, slashed at the ghost that was rushing up, and rushed towards the high platform.

No matter how thick his blood is, no matter how much spiritual power he has, it won't last long if he consumes it like this, he might as well fight it out, maybe he can still survive.

The gray-robed man's hood was blown off by the fierce wind, revealing a face that was half flesh and half bone, with a green will-o'-the-wisp flickering in his eye sockets.

He sneered and didn't stop Zhang Yan, but his subordinates secretly exerted force, and said slowly: "He is just a mortal, very fragile, as long as I exert a little force, his neck will be broken."

Fang Qian's eyes gradually turned black, and the pain of suffocation became more and more intense, but he insisted on clenching his teeth to prevent himself from making a weak sound.

He recognized the gray-robed man just now.

It is Qingxi.

Whether begging for mercy or crying, it is useless.All he wanted was to humiliate and torture them.

Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan... There is only one thought in his mind, leave me alone, run away.

At this moment, how much he wished that Zhang Yan was just a selfish, ordinary person who only wanted to protect himself.

Suddenly, the gray-robed man let go of his hand, and he collapsed to his knees on the ground. When he opened his eyes, he found the young man stopped a few feet away, looking at him anxiously.

"Leave me alone, run." Fang Qian finally shouted, his voice hoarse due to the injury.

Zhang Yan stared at him blankly, but his expression gradually became firmer. He shook his head at him, and suddenly showed a short comforting smile. He opened and closed his mouth as if to say something, but was overwhelmed by the fierce wind and could not convey it. To Fang Qian's ears.

Fang Qian's heart sank suddenly - he really believed Qingxi's nonsense, thinking that he could survive only by sacrificing himself.

At the same time, the bloody lines twisting and twisting on the ground finally merged into one place, and the formed formation was slowly blooming like sinister manjusawa. The ghosts on the martial arts field seemed to feel something, and the cries of the ghosts became more and more shrill.

In the center of the formation, a black vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air, from which soaring demonic energy overflowed.

Where Zhang Yan was standing, the red pattern suddenly turned into a solid vine, which "jumped" up from the ground, entangled his limbs like a snake, and dragged him into the black vortex.

Zhang Yan struggled a few times, and those vines seemed to be irritated, and instantly produced countless spikes, piercing deeply into Zhang Yan's limbs, and each time they struggled, they would penetrate deeper.

The "vine" quickly dragged Zhang Yan into the center of the formation, and bound him firmly to the ground.

The devilish energy leaking out of the vortex was like a hunter who had found its prey, lingering by his side, salivating endlessly, but did not open its mouth to swallow it.

The figure in gray robe flickered, and the next moment, he stood in front of him.

He didn't cast spells to hide his terrifying appearance, but just looked down at Zhang Yan, the half of which still had flesh and blood looked cold.

"I used to be like you, like an ant, and lost all my strength."

Although Zhang Yan couldn't move, his eyes under the sword eyebrows were still shining brightly, and he didn't show any sign of surrender.

The gray-robed man just said to himself: "Look at the many ghosts in the martial arts arena, they are all people who died in vain because of you."

"Today, with your blood, they will be resurrected again. Helan Yanqing, so you have paid for your sins."

"What are you talking about?" A terrible conjecture vaguely floated in Zhang Yan's heart.

He had indeed seen this formation before, not here, but in the old land of Helan.

Dust-laden memories are about to come out.

The blood-soaked forbidden area, the Manshushahua formation, the blood-eating vines, and the passage between Penglai and the human world...

This is not just the life and death of him and Fang Qian, but the life and death of countless people. If this gray-robed man succeeds, I am afraid that Penglai and the world will face a catastrophe!

Thinking of this, he can no longer sit still,

"No! No! You don't want to succeed!" Zhang Yan was shocked and angry, and the spiritual power in his dantian was sensed, and it surged again.

But those vines entangled him more and more tightly, strangling him so much that his blood flowed profusely.

The gray-robed man laughed wantonly. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the demon knife from the void, raised it high, aimed at the position of Zhang Yan's dantian, and inserted it hard!

"No--"

Fang Qian struggled frantically when he saw the long knife stabbing Zhang Yan.Yet his struggle only brought a stronger bond.

The knife not only stuck in Zhang Yan's body, but also stabbed Fang Qian's heart hard.He watched blood continuously gushing from the wound on Zhang Yan's abdomen, as if someone had strangled his neck, and his voice was choked out deep in his throat by the great grief.

The gray-robed man's plan had been half-succeeded, he turned and left Zhang Yan's side, and approached Fang Qian step by step.