After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

"Zhang Yan! Zhang Yan!" Fang Qian struggled desperately and crawled towards Zhang Yan's direction. The ghosts couldn't hold him down for a while, and he broke free.But he only ran a few steps before he was once again entangled by countless black ghosts, unable to move.

Fang Qian stared at Zhang Yan's direction intently, but no matter how he called, his body lying in a pool of blood remained silent.

The warm hope gradually became cold and numb, the heart seemed to stop beating, the blood seemed to stop flowing, the whole world, everything lost its meaning.

The gray-robed man stopped in front of him, his voice was cold, revealing a kind of joy of killing: "It is painful to see him die in front of you, right? Don't forget, you are the culprit. Without you, nothing would be the same. occur."

Fang Qian's body trembled violently, his eyes turned blood red instantly, he raised his head, his eyes were like two sharp knives slashing at the gray-robed man fiercely.

Hatred is like black asphalt, sticky and thick, swallowing him up.He hated the murderer, hated himself for being helpless, hated that he was just a mortal who had to watch his beloved die in front of him.

On the contrary, the gray-robed man seemed to be pleased by his expression, and the half of his mouth that was still flesh and blood grinned: "Don't worry, you will be next. I will cut you into pieces as a memorial to those who died here Thousands of undead." He waved his fingers, and Ghost Ying immediately received the order to drag Fang Qian up from the ground and hang him halfway in the air.

The man in gray raised his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at Fang Qian's throat.Blood from the blade dripped down the skin where it touched.

Cold, viscous, not yet solidified, Zhang Yan's blood.

Fang Qian blinked, a tear fell uncontrollably from his eye socket, slid down the sharp jawline, and merged with the bloodstain.Almost at the same moment, his almost stopped heart beat crazily again.Endless power burst out from the dantian and sent to the whole body along the meridians. He felt a chill in his body, followed by a burst of heat, and he shivered involuntarily.

Fang Qian felt a little panic in his heart, but more relief—"he" was about to wake up.

Qingxi only thought he was scared, and grinned: "Are you afraid?" The blade came down from the snow-white neck and stopped on the abdomen, the hand holding the knife suddenly exerted force, and the tip of the knife pierced the thin clothes easily, Pierced into flesh and blood.

"Afraid?" Fang Qian raised his drooping head, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, he didn't even frown, but his eyes gradually turned blood red, "The one who should be afraid is you."

Qing Xi lowered his head and saw that the blood flowing from the knife tip turned from bright red to black at some point. What was even more strange was that instead of falling on the ground, the blood meandered upwards along the blade as if it had self-awareness. Countless little black snakes wrapped around the gray-robed man's fingers.

Qingxi realized something was wrong, immediately threw away the demon sword, and was about to use his kung fu to resist the invasion of demonic energy, at this moment, a loud shout sounded from behind the two.

Perhaps it was because of the adrenaline that was secreted crazily, or because of the highly tense nerves. The moment Qingxi pulled out the demon knife, what Zhang Yan felt was not pain, but a numbness and cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The demonic energy surrounding him was like a hound that had finally obtained the command of its master, impatiently began to suck his blood full of pure yang spiritual energy.

The blood flowed from his body quickly, but his brain was unprecedentedly sober—the black vortex kept expanding outwards, the gate of the demon world was slowly opening, and countless monsters that had been sealed for a long time were about to move. Stick your head out of the gap.

The gray-robed man wants to use him as a sacrifice to open the passage to the demon world, release countless monsters, and completely disrupt the order of the three worlds.

He must not let him succeed, let alone die here!He still has too many unfulfilled wishes, and too many people who miss him

Countless faces flashed before his eyes, specially prepared Taoist priests, Lao Bai, father and mother, and finally Fang Qian... He couldn't just sit and wait for death like this.

For 90.00% of his life, Zhang Yan was an ordinary person who was timid and fearful, muddling along. Only at the critical moment of life and death, this ordinary person would burst out with great courage far beyond ordinary people.

Inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, he spent a few breaths, accumulating the remaining strength in this broken body, and slowly and difficultly recited the spirit-gathering mantra: "Dry jade to ward off poison, Vibrating Luo Ling, Eight Immortals Bing Yue..."

This is a forbidden technique recorded in "Xuanwei Zha". No one has used it for hundreds of years, and no one knows what the consequences will be, but the worst is nothing more than the loss of souls.It's been a while since he and Fang Qian had an accident. The Taoist priests should have noticed the abnormality, and Bing Po, who is in the demon world, must be on his way.As long as you persist for a while, everything will turn around!

Penglai's spiritual power is stronger than that of the human world, but in a short while, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here continuously, so thick that it seemed to have a solid body, pouring from Baihui to the meridians of the whole body, and the power returned to the body, Zhang Yan let out a loud shout , Shengsheng broke off the blood vines wrapped around his right hand, he immediately activated his spiritual power, first stopped the blood gushing from the wound, and then summoned the Thunder Sword, in one go, cut off the vines wrapped around his body neatly, and stood firm with his will stand up.

Hearing the sound, the gray-robed man looked back, and was dazzled by his ferocious expression and arrogance.

Ordinary ascetics fight with spiritual power, and those with deep spiritual power and advanced cultivation win. But Zhang Yan's dantian has long been destroyed by him with the demon knife, and he can't gather spiritual power at all. Where does the power in him come from? ?

With his hesitation, Zhang Yan has already approached a lot.

The Jinglei sword slashed at him with the force of thunder, and he barely used the magic power as a shield to resist Zhang Yan's first blow, but he had no time to take care of Fang Qian behind him, and slapped him.

It is strange to say that both Fang Qian and He Lanjue in his body should be extremely weak, not to mention that he was sure that the Taoist couple contract between He Lanjue and Zhang Yan was not broken, and Zhang Yan was severely injured. He Lanjue had to bear at least half of the damage. Of these two, as long as one was caught, the other would not be able to escape.Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan still had the power to fight back, and He Lanjue's magic power increased sharply.Facing the attack of two people, he couldn't help but lose the wind.

He immediately shifted into the forbidden formation, grabbed two monsters and devoured them, and then managed to relieve his injuries.The magic power corroded his body even more severely, and the exposed skin was bloody and terrifying.

At this moment, compared to He Lanjue, the devil emperor, he is more like a demon who climbed up from the eighteenth floor of hell.

The three faced each other in this martial arts arena.He Lanjue turned around in an instant, turned to Zhang Yan, and supported his crumbling body: "How are you?"

"I'm fine..." Before Zhang Yan finished speaking, he realized that the young man beside him was no longer an ordinary person. He fixedly looked at the red-eyed monster, and called out tentatively, "He Lanjue?"

He Lanjue lowered his eyes, a bit of anxiety quickly flashed across his expression.However, the next moment, a warm and strong hand touched the back of his hand.

"Live together." He heard Zhang Yan say this.He Lanjue's breathing became disordered, but it was only a breath, life and death were at stake, and there was no room for too much affection.

He regained his composure and looked forward again.

Li Feng mixed with ghosts to cry, roaring endlessly between the heaven and the earth.The rift in time and space has been torn apart, climbing from the ground to mid-air, like a huge black hole, suspended above the Martial Arts Field.The surrounding borders were widened by countless struggling monsters and undead, presenting a rough and uneven appearance like insects biting and ants biting.

Zhang Yan couldn't help frowning: This place is not only connected to the demon world, but also connected to the human world through the space-time rift opened by Qingxi. Some demons have taken the opportunity to escape, and they may have already arrived in Chenhai.

It cannot be delayed any longer.The two looked at each other and launched an attack on Qingxi. The Jinglei sword and Chunjun sword combined, and the sword light was like two lightning bolts, piercing into the chaotic and evil darkness.Once the spiritual power and magic power collided, the shock wave instantly spread to the surroundings, and the already dilapidated martial arts field instantly turned into dust, leaving only a deep pit.

If someone who does not know the truth looks at it from a distance, they will only see a black and white beam of light suddenly erupting from the endless pinnacles of the Qingyang Mountains and go straight into the sky. The ground sank, and it took a long time to restore calm.

Zhang Yan and He Lanjue were thrown to the edge of the crater by the blast, and almost passed out.He Lanjue was the first to wake up. When he looked up, Qingxi's figure was gone, but the gap in space did not disappear, but the speed of spitting out the monster was greatly slowed down.The large hole in Zhang Yan's unconscious abdomen was only half healed, but now he was bleeding again.He was only a mortal, but he suffered such a serious injury, and forcibly used the forbidden technique, which made his injury worse and his life was in danger.

He Lanjue could no longer care about the monsters that ran out, and concentrated his spiritual power to send it to Zhang Yan's dantian. Unexpectedly, he had just input a little bit, but Zhang Yan let out a "wow" and spit out a big mouthful of blood. It turned out that Zhang Yan used the forbidden The spiritual power introduced by the mantra was too strong and violent, and the meridians of ordinary people could not bear it, and they had already broken inch by inch.

He Lanjue didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and was in a panic for a while, "Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan..." He whispered in his ear, but Zhang Yan really slowly opened his eyes: "He Lanjue?" The black and energetic eyes were very dim at the moment, and the excessive blood loss was about to cause him to lose all five senses.

The young man hugged him even tighter: "I am here."

Zhang Yan pulled the corners of his mouth with all his strength, revealing a smile.He knew that he was going to die, and wanted to say something to comfort He Lanjue, but the blood foam kept gushing from his throat, making him speechless.

He wanted to say, don’t be sad, he wanted to tell him that in fact he has always loved him, and he wanted to tell him, I’m sorry, I failed to keep my promise and left you alone in this world again, but God didn’t want to Give him a chance to speak, and the darkness quickly engulfed him.

The body returns to dust, the soul returns to nothingness, and there is no exception to the world's creatures.