fall into enemy hands

Zhan Feng and Xia Fan were sticky and sticky, and the one going down the mountain was called a slow moji. They could fly there in the blink of an eye, but they had to walk on foot. There was noise and no one was in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, it was sunset , it was somewhat shady in the mountain forest, Zhan Feng was afraid that Xia Fan would catch a cold, and was about to pick him up and fly down the mountain, when he suddenly felt a strong evil spirit, which Xia Fan also heard, and neither of them moved for a while.

Zhan Feng originally intended to let Xia Fan return to Shuihuofeng, but it was almost at the foot of the mountain, and he was afraid that it would be unsafe for him to leave him, so he had to secretly think about countermeasures.

Xia Fan is very familiar with this evil spirit. If it is exposed here... Subconsciously, Xia Fan tightens Zhan Feng's hand, and Zhan Feng will definitely be afraid of being distracted. He pretended to be himself to confuse Zhan Feng, and he couldn't hold back Zhan Feng no matter what.

Xia Fan said: "I'll go down the mountain to find Cang Ziliu and the others. Be careful, come to me, I'll wait for you."

Zhan Feng thought that this could only be the case for the time being, the demon power was very strong, and he really couldn't be distracted with Xia Fan.

Xia Fan actually wanted to fight side by side with him.

But... Xia Fan kissed Zhan Feng's face bitterly.

He is not qualified to be with him.

A cloud of snake energy surrounded them impenetrably. Zhan Feng called out the Xuanfeng Sword, put his hand on Xia Fan's waist, and swept away the sword energy with his right hand. "Go!" Then he pushed Xia Fan's waist and sent him out of the encirclement.

Xia Fan ran into Cang Ziliu before he had even run two steps while performing lightness kung fu.

Stopping, Xia Fan asked in surprise, "Brother?"

Cang Ziliu frowned at the elder brother's call, he approached Xia Fan and said, "I'll pick you up."

Xia Fan didn't find anything unusual, and flew out of the mountain together.

Master and Cang Ziliu lived at the foot of the peak. Just after sunset, there was no one in the inn. As soon as Xia Fan stepped into the inn, he saw Master sitting at the table drinking tea with his back to him. The tea was not hot and seemed to be cold , Xia Fan happily walked over, "Master! How do you drink herbal tea? Don't you have a bad stomach?"

After Xia Fan finished speaking, he pushed the herbal tea away on his own initiative and shouted: "Xiao Er! Come to a pot of hot tea!"

Master Cang didn't show any special expression, but said indifferently: "You're here."

"Hey master, do you miss me? I miss you so much, what about Xiaoxin and the others? Why don't you see anyone?"

Master Cang: "They fell asleep."

Xia Fan was stunned for a moment, "Huh? You didn't ask me to catch up on the old days, and it's just this time..."

Before Xia Fan finished speaking, Master Cang pointed his sword between Xia Fan's eyebrows.

A drop of blood like a pearl jumped out from between Xia Fan's eyebrows. Master Cang squeezed the drop of blood and burst it, staining his fingers with red stains.

The pain between the brows was just a little bit, Xia Fan showed no expression, more was stunned, he glanced at Cang Ziliu standing behind the master, the pain in his heart was beyond words.

Xia Fan choked for a long time and didn't speak. He wanted to say a few times, but he was stumped by not knowing whether to say my words or your words.

There was no sound in the inn, but Master Cang spoke first.

"I said that I can't live with Yunshan."

Xia Fan lowered his head and did not reply.

The master stood up and looked at him, and said coldly, "You asked for this."

When his consciousness was exploded, Zhan Feng could feel it very quickly, Cang Ziliu put the blade across Xia Fan's neck, "Let's go, Xiao Fan."

Xia Fan was taken to a deserted place in a trance, and then he blinked his eyes as if feeling something.

He regretted a little, if he knew that it was the last time, he wouldn't just kiss Zhan Feng's face.

Cang Ziliu threw Xia Fan onto the snow-white disc altar, bowed towards the Fangzheng altar door in the distance, "He brought it."

"very good."

The sound seems to fall from the sky, with heavy reverb like a monster.Xia Fan didn't hear it very well, but he could sense a strong demonic aura.

It's a snake, but not Jiuying.

Xia Fan panicked and said: "Using my relatives to restrain me is really painstaking."

It's a good calculation.

Even now, he still doesn't believe that his master and his elder brother really brought him here voluntarily. They must have been used, controlled, and given a demonic aura.

Hearing the word relatives, Cang Ziliu unconsciously closed his eyes.

The voice said: "Dear one? Silly boy, they have never regarded you as a relative."

Xia Fan closed his eyes and interrupted, not intending to be bewitched by him again: "Okay, I don't need you to tell me anything."

The voice was interrupted, full of displeasure: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

Before Xia Fan could answer, Cang Ziliu pierced Xia Fan's back with a sword.

Caught off guard by the pain, Xia Fan looked down at the Ziliu sword that pierced through him, his knees softened, and he knelt in the center of the altar.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife, Xia Fan watched motionlessly.

The snow-white altar, the broken and torn heart from the inside, and the cold-eyed onlookers form a mysterious composition.

The warmth in the past is no longer there, and some of them just look down indifferently, and use the cold sword to express condolences for everything they want to say.

Cang Ziliu was stabbed with a sword, and quickly drew it back.

Xia Fan was so confused, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even turn his neck and look back at him to ask.

"why?"

Maybe at this juncture, there is nothing to hide, Cang Ziliu said: "We are demons, you are human."

Xia Fan heard the meaning behind his words and couldn't believe it, "You hate people, why are you treating me so well?"

Master Cang walked up to Xia Fan, so that he could see his ruthless face, and became more sober, looking down at Xia Fan who was about to be torn apart by his own hands, "I never put you in my eyes."

He will personally reveal the truth that is more painful than Xia Fan's wound.

"If I knew that you were in collusion with Yunshan, I wouldn't need to bother so much." Master Cang stood under the altar, not far from them, and the words seemed to be spoken to Xia Fan, but also to himself, "How many years? How many years! Our Yaozu once swore that we will destroy Yunshan and then quickly restore the Yaozu!"

Master Cang looked up at the celestial phenomena that were slowly changing, knowing that Xia Fan would die in a short while, so he chatted leisurely: "My monster clan was slaughtered a hundred years ago, and Yunshan is the enemy of our clan in this life," Cang The master said with a blank expression, "I offered you to him just as a bait."

Because he didn't know where Yunshan's bottom line was, Master Cang put a demonic aura on him, and tied Xia Fan to Zhanfeng's house.It is intended to test whether Zhan Feng can detect the evil spirit.

Later, I heard that Zhan Feng had no vision, and he had a night with the beauty in the house, so he didn't take him seriously.

For them, if Zhanfeng had checked, Xia Fan was dead, and his death was unclear; even if he confessed their hiding place, he could only see the empty Aihe; Naturally enough.

Seducing Xia Fan is precisely because there is no taboo, it is beneficial and there is no harm.

Xia Fan remembered that he swore to Zhan Feng at the beginning and said: Brother, they will definitely come to save me!

Zhan Feng said to him at that time: No one will save you.

He didn't believe it.

Now that I think about it, it's ironic, not only did they not think of coming to save him, but even throwing him out was planned.

Master Cang somewhat regretted, "I didn't expect you to be beyond my expectation."

Xia Fan hung his head and said stubbornly: "Does brother know?"

Cang Ziliu: "It's not just me, Xiaoxin and the others know about it."

The whole Aihe knows it.

No matter how good the game is at ordinary times, in front of the benefits, it is just a cheap life of an ant, not as precious as the life of the same family.

He is just a small card to test Yunshan's bottom line, not surprising and nothing to worry about; his fate is not worth mentioning to them.

Except for Xia Fan, everyone knew what was going to happen to him. They knew it well, but they still smiled at him. For Xia Fan, it was the beginning of his budding warmth.

But this is all fake, fake is true.

No one, even if they moved their hearts of compassion, couldn't bear it at a certain time and a certain moment during the three years, even if they didn't think about reminding them.

At this time, the voice inside the altar door was unpredictable: "Come?"

If you don't do it for a long time, are you waiting for someone to come?

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Fan smelled a familiar breath.

"Shang Tian?"

They are waiting for Shang Tian!

He actually acted as bait again without knowing it!

"Xiao Fan!" Shang Tianfei wanted to fall down from the altar to protect Xia Fan, but was stopped by Master Cang's demon power, so he had to fight back.

He didn't know whether it was the truth that made him weak, or the sword that pierced his body made him weak. Xia Fan wanted to help but he couldn't use his strength.He was a little flustered.

Shang Tian has only known him for a month, but he is willing to get into trouble for him.

Zhan Feng didn't get along with him for long, but he put all his heart in his hands without reservation.

The voice in the altar door finally hissed and laughed, "Haha, yes, yes! There are two spirits, which are enough to restore you to hundreds of years of cultivation!"

Shang Tian wanted to pull Xia Fan up several times, but he couldn't get close, "I have sent a sound transmission to Zhan Feng for thousands of miles, and he is wrapped around the real body of the snake cultivator. The snake cultivator who is talking here is a phantom body, and there is no harm! Don't Listen to him!"

The snake cultivator in the altar door was dismantled, but he was not annoyed: "You are already in the altar, do you still think you can escape?!"

Master Cang entangled Shang Tian, ​​and Cang Ziliu was able to escape. He pointed the tip of his sword at Xia Fan's lower abdomen and asked, "Is the elixir here?"

Xia Fan didn't answer, but just asked persistently: "I used to be a human, and you were demons, and we are not people all the way; now I am a demon, and you are also demons. Is the warmth of the past really not important to you?"

Cang Ziliu said: "You are not a demon, Xiaofan."

Xia Fan said, "I don't understand."

Cang Ziliu thrust Xia Fan's blood-stained sword on the ground in front of Xia Fan's knees, and then flew out of the altar. After the sword was inserted into the altar, the entire altar immediately shook slightly, and blood-red lights flashed on the altar. The altar was lit up in the pattern of regular ground ravines, and finally the entire altar was shrouded in red light, and Shang Tian who was trapped inside was instantly suppressed and lost his spiritual power.

The snake-cultivating phantom yelled again, "Okay, okay! What a powerful aura! Your Majesty will be happy!"

Shang Tian was stabbed in the chest by a sword, so he couldn't use his strength at this time, and fell to his knees beside Xia Fan. Xia Fan wanted to help him, but he still couldn't move.

Cang Ziliu was manipulating the Ziliu sword outside the altar, trying to pull out the sword.

Shang Tian was trapped in the altar for a shorter time than Xia Fan, and he could still move. He held his hand on Xia Fan's, and their blood fused together under this strange occasion, bright red and golden luster surrounded the two, Intertwined and converged, Shang Tian finally did what he regretted a hundred times why he didn't do it at the beginning.

Shang Tian said: "Xiao Fan, don't be afraid!"

Xia Fan didn't care about that, he was already in a state of confusion, "I'm neither human nor demon, so what am I?"

"We...not," Shang Tian panted, holding Xia Fan's hand firmly, "It's not time yet, wait a little longer, wait a little bit, Xiaofan, don't sleep."

Xia Fan began to be in a trance, no pain, no sense of reality, he felt light and light, as if his soul was separating from his body.

Shang Tian clutched Xia Fanbo's bleeding wound, and began to feel heavy in his body.

Xia Fan heard Shang Tian say, "We are neither monsters nor humans, we are spirits, Xiao Fan."

Xia Fan was traced because of Shang Tian's exposure. To be precise, the altar is the nemesis of the spirit. There is a strong shadow of resentment accumulated here. It is a secret altar that the Yaozu deliberately found and repaired after knowing their existence.

The blood of the spirit can activate the altar and separate the soul of the spirit from the body. The elixir condensed in the body will be forced to appear in the world together with the soul of the spirit. At this time, the elixir has no entity, it is the spirit formed for thousands of years.This is a kind of secret technique, which cannot be done without the right time and place.

The price for extracting the elixir is that their bodies and spirits will be destroyed, and they will disappear forever between the heaven and the earth.

Xia Fan had a splitting headache, and his body became heavier and heavier, but his soul seemed to be pulled and torn into pieces. Xia Fan was in extreme pain, and his eyes turned white.

The world was shaken, and people were shocked.