Save the beautiful and tragic hero

Mi Lu experienced that feeling again.

It turned out that when he was in extreme pain, he couldn't make a sound at all.

Tongues of fire licked towards them frantically. In the severe pain of skin tearing, he could smell the smell of burnt hair and flesh, and he didn't know if it was his body or Wei Sheng's body.

Wei Sheng let go of his trouser legs, howling in pain.

Mi Lu pulled Hu Luyan into his arms with the last ounce of strength.

He suddenly realized—

Maybe this is fate.

He and Hu Luyan have been together for too long, even if they didn't live together, they died together ten times.

Even though the plot has changed now, they are still about to die together.

It may be the result of the suspension bridge effect, and even sometimes, in this false world constructed by the author, he actually only felt some truth in Hu Luyan.

But nothing matters anymore.

Mi Lu thought to himself.

Goodbye, Huluyan...

No, it is missing.

I hope that their death, which breaks the established plot, can end reincarnation, end his pain, and end Hu Luyan's endless despair and hatred.

All thoughts happen in an instant.

Therefore, Mi Lu didn't notice that Hu Luyan, who was protected by him in his arms, raised his eyelids in the scorched air at some point.

At the same time, an astonishing force was brewing in Hu Luyan's palm.

That force expanded rapidly, at first it was just a small vortex of air flow, and soon it condensed into a black substance, like a surging mist, clamoring to expand to the surrounding air.

In the blink of an eye, the black mist swelled to ten times its original size, engulfing Hu Luyan's palm like a bloody mouth, and tended to spread upwards along Hu Luyan's arm.

The next moment, the hand that was wrapped in the black fog and drooping was slowly lifted up.

The surrounding red fire wolves and eight-eyed chickens seemed to sense something, biting for a while, and waves of fear welled up in dozens of pairs of pupils that were glowing with strange luster.

A few people not far away stared blankly at the wonderful scene ahead, all of them were too shocked to speak.

After a while, Jing Tao was the first to react, pulled Ni Wenhui and Yu Ying back a few steps, and stammered, "Then, what is that?"

Ni Wenhui said uncertainly, "Black mist?"

Jing Tao said: "Where did the black mist come from?"

Ni Wenhui couldn't answer and fell silent again.

Yes, where did the black mist come from?

How could there be a cloud of black mist out of thin air in this wilderness?

And the color of the black mist was extremely thick, as if it was alive, like a tide, it swamped the group of scarlet fire wolves and eight-eyed chickens with its claws and claws.

The flames emitted by the Scarlet Fire Wolf illuminated half of the sky, but at this moment, the illuminated sky was covered with black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black mist spread around, as if there were countless pairs of black hands desperately climbing forward, trembling with excitement and madness that devoured everything.

Seen from a distance, the scene was extremely spectacular, yet extremely terrifying.

"No, the black mist is coming towards us!" Shi Fang's face changed drastically. He has lived for decades, how has he ever seen such a strange scene?

It's like the scene where the god of death harvests life.

Even at a distance, he could vaguely smell the gloomy, ominous, and deathly atmosphere permeating the black mist, which made his heart beat faster, his legs became weak, and his breathing was so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe. .

"Brother Shi!" Jing Tao said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

Shi Fang snapped back to his senses and nodded.

Ni Wenhui hesitated: "Then the three of them..."

"We can't control them anymore." Jing Tao tightly clenched Ni Wenhui's hand, pulling Ni Wenhui forward, "That black mist is definitely not an ordinary thing, if it catches up to us, we may die worry."

As soon as the words were finished, they suddenly heard the shrill cries of the red fire wolf and eight-eyed chicken coming from the black mist. The cries were so sharp that they hurt their ears.

What followed was the sound of the eight-eyed chicken frantically flapping its wings.

Shi Fang and Jing Tao looked at each other, and they both clearly saw the fear in each other's eyes.

The two cultivators in the middle stage of foundation establishment had a hard time dealing with the group of red fire wolves and eight-eyed chickens, so what kind of monster is hiding in the black mist?Can you suppress the Scarlet Fire Wolf and Bamuji in an instant?Even chasing them to flee in such a haste.

They feel that it is not human.

Can humans have such terrifying abilities?What's more, they have not felt any fluctuations in spiritual power.

As for the three Weishengs, one is an ordinary person who has not drawn qi into his body and is still in a coma, the other is a practitioner who has just reached the early stage of Qi refining, and the rest of Weisheng is close to the alchemy stage, but both of his hands are broken, Not even the ability to escape.

How could such three people create such a terrifying black mist?

It must be some monster!

Maybe a higher level monster.

The black mist came with the wind and quickly chased after them.

The eight-eyed chickens flying in front of the black mist uttered horrified cries, and they were pulled into the black mist thicker than the night one by one, emitting a more intense bloody smell.

The only remaining eight-eyed rooster seemed to sense the approach of death. It turned suddenly and threw itself straight at Ni Wenhui, who was the weakest of the four.

Jing Tao and Yu Ying's faces turned pale, and they raised their swords to attack, but the eight-eyed chicken nimbly avoided them.

There are high and low levels of monsters.

Low-level monsters are no different from ordinary animals, except that they are generally stronger and more aggressive than ordinary animals, while high-level monsters will gradually develop consciousness, understand teamwork, understand people's hearts, and even know how to use people to fill their own weaknesses.

The remaining eight-eyed chicken in front of him is bigger and fuller, and it is obviously the head of the group of eight-eyed chickens.

Its goal is very clear - it is Ni Wenhui.

In order to fight for the hope of living, it did not hesitate to hold back Shi Fang's stabbing sword.

Ni Wenhui was already exhausted, even though she was holding a sword in her hand, she didn't have the strength to swing it.

The face scarf on her face was blown away by the strong wind brought by the pheasant when it flapped its wings, revealing a pale and beautiful face with a tight cherry-like mouth, and the eyes filled with despair reflected the pheasant getting closer. Huge figure.

When the eight-eyed chicken was only two or three feet away from her, it was almost so big that it could block out the sun.

She threw away the sword decisively, gritted her teeth and pushed away Jing Tao who was about to protect her.

Jing Tao exclaimed in surprise, "Wenhui!"

Ni Wenhui's body was tense, her nails hurt her palms, and when she looked up, there was a dense darkness in front of her eyes—all the light was blocked by eight-eyed chickens.

Hot tears came from the corners of her eyes.

The fear of death made her cry out loud. She wanted to close her eyes, but the action of pushing Jing Tao away just now exhausted all her courage.

Are you going to die here?

She was so scared.

She doesn't want to die.

However, the expected pain did not come.

There was only a stabbing sound, as if a pair of hands had torn a piece of fabric forcefully, and as the fabric was divided into two, the darkness in front of Ni Wenhui was also split from the middle by the flickering fire.

It wasn't the fabric that was torn apart, but the hachimoji that attacked her.

It was not other things that fell to the ground with a splash, but the blood and internal organs of the eight-eyed pheasant.

The warm liquid with a foul smell splashed all over Ni Wenhui's face and body. It was sticky, thick, and disgusting, and slid down her face and body.

Ni Wenhui stood there, motionless like a piece of wood, her mouth slightly opened, and her round eyes stared straight at the boy who tore open the eight-eyed chicken with his bare hands.

The young man's long black hair was disheveled by the wind, his chin was sharp and he looked very thin, but it didn't affect the extreme shock that his astonishing face brought to others.

It's just that he closed his eyes and his long eyelashes drooped, wondering if his eyes were more beautiful than his face.

Ni Wenhui blinked slowly, only then did she realize that this boy——

Isn't it the young man who was hugged by the young man in the carriage?Wasn't he poisoned by a monster?How did you wake up?They were not injured by the monster beasts just now?

Perhaps it was because of her escape from death just now, Ni Wenhui's brain was still a little overwhelmed, she endured the disgusting smell on her body, and said, "You..."

As soon as the words came out, Jing Tao strode forward and dragged Ni Wenhui behind her.

Yu Ying and Shi Fang also walked quickly to Jing Tao's side.

Jing Tao was also at the end of her battle, she gritted her teeth, and stared at the young man with the remaining momentum: "Who are you? You made the black mist?"

Ni Wenhui hurriedly said: "Jing Tao, the black mist should have nothing to do with him..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jing Tao: "Look behind him."

When Ni Wenhui heard this, she looked around, and when she saw the scene behind the young man clearly, her face turned pale again in an instant.

That cloud of black mist was scrambling to penetrate into the boy's body...

No, to be precise, it should be the young man who is slowly absorbing the black mist.

The black mist that had covered almost half of the night sky was mostly absorbed, and the black mist dissipated, clusters of still burning flames and the corpses of monster beasts scattered all over the ground came into view.

So, the black mist was really made by the boy?

But she couldn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power at all, nor could she detect the boy's cultivation.

This boy is clearly an ordinary person!

But why does he possess such powerful and terrifying power?

Their Yunyan Cult was not absolutely upright, and they would inevitably have to come into contact with some crooked ways, but even those people in the devil way she had seen before would never be able to do this without using spiritual power.

Not long after, the black mist was completely absorbed by the young man.

The boy didn't seem to hear Jing Tao's question, turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

Jing Tao wanted to stop her, but Ni Wenhui grabbed her arm.

Ni Wenhui's expression was slightly weird. She glanced at the back of the boy leaving, and then shook her head at Jing Tao: "He just saved me."

"But he..." Jing Tao gritted her teeth, then thought of the disparity in strength between the few of them and the other party, hesitated for a moment, and had to give up.

At this time, Shi Fang also said: "They should not be from Yao Zongtang."

Yu Ying asked in surprise, "What about Wei Sheng?"

Shi Fang looked solemn: "Only Wei Sheng is, but Wei Sheng and them should not be in the same group."

They waited at the same place for a while, and when the time was almost up, they quietly returned to the place where they fled not long ago. In addition to the blood and monster corpses all over the ground, they also saw dead bodies.

Wei Sheng was gnawed by the monster until only half of his body and a head remained. The expression on his face was frozen at the most hideous moment, his eyes almost protruding from their sockets, showing the pain he had endured before death.

As for the other two, they had long since disappeared.

at the same time.

In the Immortal Valley in Echeng County, the originally silent valley gradually became noisy for some reason. The lights were lit up, and the sound of footsteps and voices changed from small to loud, interlacing in the night sky.

Soon, the valley was brightly lit.

In the magnificent hall, a dozen or so people who just woke up from sleep stood in twos and threes.

Some of them were disheveled, some hadn't had time to comb their hair, and they all looked embarrassed, but they all looked serious and frowned, as if they had just experienced something very bad.

Ming Deyi, the master of the Yaozong Hall, lived in a remote place, and was the last one to rush to the main hall.

He walked in and heard the voices of those people whispering.

"What's going on? It seems to be the movement from Jiuyao County."

"Could it be that someone has broken through the Mahayana stage?"

The author has something to say:

Let me explain here, due to physical reasons, Gong is different from ordinary cultivators. If the sacrifice is successful, then the person with the golden finger will be subject to them, but the sacrifice fails, so Gong has become the only bug in the cultivation world (private setting)