Thousands of demons fell for me

"You, you monster, let him go."

Qian Xiaoyu, who had been left in another room because of a coma, woke up at some point and got the decorative dagger that was snatched by the snake-shaped man.

Standing behind Mo Jingyan with a bloodless face, he stabbed the sharp silver blade deeply into the opponent's chest, his hands tightly gripping the hilt trembled uncontrollably, even his voice and lips trembled along with it up.

Upon receiving this huge piercing force, Mo Jingyan paused, his expression dazed for a moment, and he couldn't help but slowly let go of Luo Xingchen's hand.

He didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and there was no pain or hatred in his eyes. Instead, a shining light flashed imperceptibly, revealing a sense of darkness.

The exorcist was standing in front of him back then, and the sharp weapon pierced into his vest so suddenly, it was heartbreaking, and the memory was still fresh, and some parts that were forgotten because of deep sleep before, suddenly fell into his head at this moment poured into the mind.

His mana was exhausted and he was stabbed again. He was no longer strong enough to maintain his human form.

Before Luo Xingchen could react, Mo Jingyan turned into a golden light and dissipated in the air.

"I, I don't want to kill him." Qian Xiaoyu seemed to be frightened, let go of his hand in a panic, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "bang", "I'm just worried that he will hurt you."

He was stunned and froze in place, staring at his outstretched hands, his eyes were dull, his whole body was trembling, as if his clean palms were covered with blood.

"He shouldn't be dead yet."

Luo Xingchen put his hand on Qian Xiaoyu's shoulder, and gave him a comforting pat.

The state of Mo Jingyan's old monster just now is indeed a bit wrong, but it is not something that an ordinary human can easily kill.

"Really?"

Qian Xiaoyu raised his head, his eyes lit up, and the expression on his face relaxed a bit.

Duan Huali originally wanted to take the opportunity to completely eliminate Mo Jingyan, but found that the other party's aura disappeared in an instant, and there was no way to track him.

Could it be that he was really dead?

He stared in the direction of Luo Xingchen and Qian Xiaoyu, his eyes were a little more scrutinizing, and when he noticed the strange aura that seemed to be absent, he couldn't help but narrow his pupils slightly.

Just as he was about to step forward to test it out, the magic circle covering the house lit up again. Even though the green light was dazzling, it could not illuminate the surrounding air that gradually condensed into a thick black. The rolling black mist was full of unclean and rotten breath .

The sky was full of thick haze, blood-red thunder burst through the clouds, the ground shook violently, "creaking" sounded, and the huge vibration made the whole building where they were located start to crumble.

Duan Huali showed shock, and hurriedly shouted at Luo Xingchen: "No, get out of here quickly."

He noticed that under the operation of the strange magic circle, the illusion began to slowly merge into the real world. If this illusion cannot be broken as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous.

Luo Xingchen picked up the dagger on the ground, pulled Qian Xiaoyu and ran out behind Duan Huali.

The underground passage when we came here seems to have become extraordinarily long, the light is dim, and the front is pitch black, with no end in sight for a long time.

"what!"

Qian Xiaoyu, who was running at the end, suddenly let out a scream.

Luo Xingchen froze, and turned around in response.

There was a big hole in the ground behind. Thick black smoke filled the hole, and an evil and ominous aura gushed out from the abyss.

Qian Xiaoyu grasped the stone wall at the edge of the black hole with both hands, his lower body was tightly wrapped by the black mist, and the mist seemed to be alive, pulling him forcefully towards the abyss below.

"Leave me alone." Qian Xiaoyu looked up at Luo Xingchen, his eyes were clearly terrified and desperate, but he forced a bleak smile on his face, "It's really great to see you again before I die. "

"What nonsense!"

Just as Luo Xingchen was about to step forward to pull Qian Xiaoyu up, a gust of violent wind swept across his side, and the flexible tail of the whip hit the ground in front of Qian Xiaoyu's hand, knocking the hard marble A deep ravine was smashed into the wall.

"Bang!"

The stone wall with a diameter of half a meter broke completely, and Qian Xiaoyu lost his support, and was dragged into the endless darkness by the rolling fog in an instant.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the surrounding area returned to a terrible silence.

Luo Xingchen quickly came back to his senses, and turned to look at Duan Huali. The other party had already retracted his curly whip, and his expression was calm, as if what he had just done was just a trivial matter.

"He has been polluted by the monster that created the illusion." Duan Huali looked into Luo Xingchen's eyes and explained in a calm tone, "People who enter the illusion have a high probability of being polluted, and even if they return to the real world, they will not be able to survive. How long will it take to become a irrational monster. So the best way is to completely eliminate him before he leaves the illusion. As for you, you don’t have to worry at all, people with the blood of demon masters will never be polluted by the illusion.”

Luo Xingchen looked at Duan Huali vigilantly, and couldn't help taking a half step back on his heels.

If this incident hadn't happened, he would have almost forgotten that it was the so-called exorcist in front of him who manipulated the illusion of the Nether platform and killed many innocent people directly or indirectly without hesitation.

"Don't look at me like that." Duan Huali frowned slightly, his voice was very gentle, as if he was seriously reasoning with an ignorant child, "I did this for the benefit of the vast majority of people .”

In front of him was a person whose intentions were unclear, and behind him was a bottomless abyss. Luo Xingchen stood where he was, in a dilemma.

Duan Huali seemed a little impatient because of his hesitation, he stepped forward anxiously, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me!"

At the same time as he was speaking, the darkness on the ground suddenly began to spread rapidly, and the abyss struck from both sides at the same time, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before the two could respond, they had already fallen into boundless darkness.

From entering the darkness to seeing the light again, it seems to have taken a long time, and it seems to be in a short moment.

When Luo Xingchen regained consciousness, he had already arrived in a completely different world.

He was in a wide corridor, with exquisite candlesticks hanging on the walls on both sides, the candle flames flickered slightly, emitting a faint warm yellow luster.

The architectural structure here is somewhat similar to western castles. The cold and hard bluestone walls are carved with strange reliefs and dotted with many abstract paintings with strange styles.

The characters in the painting seem expressionless, but inadvertently and naturally show cruel smiles, which makes people feel strangely uneasy.

There was a scarlet velvet carpet under his feet, leading to a straight road, as if inviting him to go.

Luo Xingchen took a deep breath, slowly calmed down, clenched the silver short sword, and walked forward along the carpet.

Although the current situation is very bad, he seems to have no other choice.

After walking for about 5 minutes, we reached the end of the corridor.

In front of him was a golden gate studded with precious stones of various colors, extremely luxurious but slightly vulgar.

Luo Xingchen raised his hand and pushed open the door. There was no light in the room, it was pitch black.

However, the moment he stepped into the house, hundreds of candlesticks surrounding the walls lit up by themselves.

The flickering candlelight instantly illuminated the room, leaving mottled reflections on the red carpet.

The room was empty, without any other furniture except candlesticks, but the air was oppressive and suffocating.

"Welcome to my ball, beautiful angel." A deep and hoarse male voice suddenly came from the shadows ahead.

Luo Xingchen watched vigilantly, and a human figure slowly emerged from the black shadow of the candlestick.

The man wore a silver Venetian mask on his face, his true face could not be seen clearly, his thin lips were bloodless, and his long golden hair with a shawl was particularly conspicuous against the candlelight.

The man was wearing a gorgeous black tuxedo, with a savage air in his elegance. Judging from his figure, he was quite similar to the person who appeared in the fog before.

Luo Xingchen suppressed the agitation in his heart, kept his expression as calm as possible, and asked the man calmly, "Who the hell are you?"

He always felt that the aura emanating from this person was inexplicably familiar, but it looked like a stranger he had never seen before.

"Don't care who I am." The corners of the man's mouth under the mask were slightly raised, and the amber pupils were full of aggression. "Just know that everything about you will belong to me."

The other party's possessive tone was too similar to the dozens of perverts he met before, which made Luo Xingchen instinctively feel a little disgusted, and the vigorous will to fight in his heart could not help being aroused.

The man didn't seem to notice it, and walked slowly towards him enthusiastically.

After a closer look, Luo Xingchen found out in horror that the man was like a moving ghost, his steps were frivolous, and there was no shadow under him.

"Don't come any closer."

Luo Xingchen raised his sword and shouted loudly, but the man just smiled lightly, without the slightest hesitation in his steps.

Seeing that the other party had already walked in front of him, and raised two hands with black sharp nails to grab him, Luo Xingchen pursed his lips, and swung the sword in his hand forcefully.

The sharp blade slashed across the man's body, but it seemed to have cut through the air. The pierced body twisted and fluctuated a few times like a reflection reflected in a lake, and soon turned into several black smoke, blending with the shadows on the ground. .

"Your graceful figure dancing sword is indeed equally fascinating."

A male voice with a smile sounded from the shadow of the swaying flames, and the black shadows twisted and gathered together like reptiles, reshaping the man's slender figure.

"What was just now was just your shadow?"

Luo Xingchen frowned slightly, feeling nervous.

If there is a real monster, he can still fight, but he really doesn't know how to deal with the illusory shadow.