my god is from hell

The pitch-black unknown object twisted and moved its body, and it took a long time before it finally condensed into a human form.

He opened a pair of red eyes, and stretched his hands forward as if he was wronged and grabbed Yan Qing, crying, "There is a thorn...in the eye..."

Yan Qing stretched out his hand, and his palm was surrounded by a circle of pale silver soft light, and he directly pulled out the eyeballs of the pitch-black thing.

It was a pair of red eyeballs surrounded by strange patterns, without the white of the eyes, and the whole body was blood red.

"This way, this way!" The dark and strange figure hastily pointed to the eyeball on Yan Qing's left hand, with an anxious and aggrieved tone.

Yan Qing put the entire left eyeball in his hand and ruaed it, feeling that something hard and pointed had indeed been poked into it.

But Yan Qing didn't take out the things immediately, but turned to look at the intact eyeball on the right: "How did you come out of the Dark Realm? Isn't the gate of the Dark Realm closed?"

"I don't know... I came out of the Light Realm." The eyeballs rolled a few times in a humane manner, probably because someone could help him take out the things in the eyes, so the hostility before was gone, The Yellow River in the sky is also much quieter.

"Light Realm?" Yan Qing accidentally exerted force on his hands, and the black figure couldn't help shivering a few times due to the pain, but he didn't dare to cry out, his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry again.

"...You take back the magic first." Yan Qing aimed his eyes at the cloudy sky, signaling the black figure to get rid of the series of disasters he brought first.

"Receive... I can't get it back..." As if realizing that whether the magic spell can be retracted is related to whether the thorn in his eye can be removed, the voice of the little crying bag became much weaker.

Seeing that Yan Qing's expression was not good, Xiao Kui Bao hurriedly made amends.

"The disaster we bring to the world is like Pandora's box, once opened, it cannot be closed."

When Little Crying Bag said these words, his voice was much more majestic than before, with a sense of destiny, which made people have no doubts about the weight of these words.

Yan Qing frowned, and the little crying bag's eyeballs rolled slightly in his hands twice, glanced at him carefully, probably knowing that he had caused disaster to the world, and continued: "But Lord Yan Qing, as you... ...can't save all of this?"

For unknown reasons, a part of the little crying bag's words dissipated in the air the moment it exited.

The little crying bag also realized this, and stammered with his mouth open: "That lord...hasn't he forgiven you yet?"

Only then did Yan Qing look up at the little crying bag, the expression on his face was so calm that the little crying bag was afraid: "I don't need His forgiveness."

As soon as Yan Qing's words fell to the ground, a raging gust of wind swept the cold current of the Styx River and slammed into the big tree he was sitting on frantically, as if it contained great anger.

The little crying bag shrank its eyeballs into Yan Qing's hands, and did not dare to move, let alone make a sound, as quiet as if it did not exist.

Yan Qing saw that Little Crying Bag really couldn't retract the magic spell, so he reached out and pulled out the long sword from his eyes, and threw it out casually: "Be careful next time."

"Master Yan, Yan Qing, take care!" The sword in Xiaokuibao's eyes was pulled out, and the two eyeballs couldn't wait to jump back on his body. rush.

Little Crying Bag is the god of floods and the Styx, and the Styx in his eyes is his power and weapon. Because of the particularity of the Styx, as long as he goes down the river, he can return to the dark world.

Yan Qing stood up, bowed his head slightly, and the green branches had brought Yue Xuanzhao's unconscious body to his eyes.

"Find Mingyou and bring it to me."

Yan Qing whispered, the red flower shadows in his eyes rotated layer by layer, driving the base of the petals under the bright sky to rotate.

In an instant, the waters of thousands of rivers of the Styx merged into a huge current, which rolled backwards towards the sky.

Yue Xuanzhao's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, as if some unbearable pain was tormenting him, but he just couldn't open his eyes.

The little witch stood up from the giant tree and watched in shock as the Yellow River Dragon on the ground flowed backward into the high hanging moon like absorbing water.

Because the eyes of Yan Qing and the little witch were all focused on the water of the Styx River, no one saw the long sword abandoned by Yan Qing floating in the water, suddenly emitting a subtle red light.

"Yan Qing! Yue Xuanzhao!"

Just as the little witch watched the scraping river water on the ground being sucked clean by the bright moon, the giant tree under her suddenly disappeared, causing her to almost fall to the ground.

But compared to this height, the little witch was more astonished by the seemingly lifeless person lying on the ground.

Yan Qing's eyes were closed tightly, a little blood spilled from the corners of both eyes, and his face was as pale as paper.

Yue Xuanzhao's appearance was even more miserable than his, his eyes were completely washed out with blood, as if a knife had been scratched in his eyes.

But the strange thing was that after the little witch yelled a few times, it was Yue Xuanzhao who seemed to be more seriously injured when he woke up.

He didn't hesitate after waking up. He seemed to be very clear about his injury and the cause of it. He casually wiped the blood around his eyes with the back of his hand. His voice was calm and he spoke very fast: "You have been with Tusar for so long, you should know How to use the desert eye! Go to the captain and the others first."

The little witch didn't answer immediately, but pointed to his bloody eyes with frightened eyes: "Your eyes..."

Yue Xuanzhao tore off a piece of cloth from his body and covered his eyes: "I'm temporarily blind, so it shouldn't affect the use of Desert Eye."

"No...it doesn't affect..." Seeing Yue Xuanzhao groping to recite the words, the little witch hurried over to help, seeing him groping with his eyes closed, she hesitated for a moment and said: "How about I recite the words?" Bar……"

Although Yue Xuanzhao was blind, his mind was clearly still clear: "You are not half as tall as him."

"Oh... also... um? No, are you implicating me?" The little witch stammered back.

The main reason is that Yue Xuanzhao's appearance is too tragic. The eyes are the weak points of the human body, and they hurt like hell with a little force, not to mention the continuous bleeding like this.

Not to mention anything else, is there so much blood in his body if it keeps flowing like this?

But Yue Xuanzhao obviously didn't care about his body, so the little witch couldn't say anything, and she entered the sacrificial room half-protected.

The little witch really knows how to use the desert eye, but because the desert eye usually leads to the place of the polluter, she has never used it. This time, she was asked by Yuexuanzhao, and after she reminded her many times, she finally opened it. Eyes of the Desert.

The figures of the two flashed in the eyes of the desert in the enshrining room, and quickly disappeared. Before disappearing, a sword hilt that seemed to be soaked in water and had a lot of gaps in it also followed.

The little witch couldn't control the teleportation point of the Eye of the Desert, so the two teleported many times. Fortunately, after the Styx flooded, the polluters seemed to have taken refuge. The little witch didn't meet too many people, and occasionally someone It will be solved quickly with magic.

After teleporting to five locations, the little witch finally saw the mark left by Zuo Luoxing on the rubble beside her.

This is a unique tracking mark in their team. Once they get separated, they will make a mark at a special place so that they can gather together later.

Fortunately, the water of the Styx River does not wash away dead objects. Although this mark is soaked in water, the traces are still very clear.

Having found the mark, it meant that they were not far from Zuo Luoxing and the others. The little witch couldn't help but look at Yue Xuanzhao, who had an obviously ugly face: "Hey...how about treating your wound first?"

"No...Yan Qing can't wait." Yue Xuanzhao shook his head and turned the person on his back, "And I've almost gotten used to it."

Yue Xuanzhao didn't lie, after passing through the Eye of the Desert four or five times, the foreign body sensation in his eyes was indeed reduced a lot, the blood flow slowed down, and he looked much better.

But it only looks.

The little witch glanced at Yan Qing, who hadn't woken up all the way, and knew the seriousness, so she didn't say anything, and followed the signs all the way to Zuo Luoxing.

On the dry loess surrounded by giant rocks, Li Qiwu and the others sat in place to rest.

The 10 minutes had already passed, but Li Qiwu lasted for another 5 minutes and passed out until the Styx River ebbed, and he still hasn't woken up.

Zuo Luoxing sat next to him, and the automatic flower of life restored everyone's physical and spiritual strength at a slow speed.

Under the induction of the water of the Styx River, Zuo Luoheng's neurological sequelae revived again, and he is currently in a coma.

Lin Ze sat on the side holding the gun, his body was full of bone wounds. In the last few minutes, the eternal gun seemed to have exhausted its power. It was Lin Ze who drew a narrow protective circle with the gun in his hand, and briefly resisted Ming. The power of the river.

Because Shi Qi had no spiritual power, he was the most closely guarded by several people, and his injuries were the lightest. He took care of the wounds of several people, and he also took care of trivial matters such as making a fire and finding food. He was watching the fire. Heap in a daze.

The water in the Styx River receded, and the sky became bright again, but because of the erosion of the turbid yellow sand, it was somewhat covered with a layer of dim gray shadow. It was only five or six o'clock, and it was already as dark as night.

Speaking of leaning, he hasn't come back yet.

"I'll find something to burn." Shi Qi couldn't stand the silent atmosphere here, so he whispered something, ready to go out for a walk.

Zuo Luoxing stopped him: "It's so dark, it's dangerous to go out alone, I'll go with you."

Zuo Luoxing had just tested the physical condition of Li Qiwu and Zuo Luoheng, and was sure that they could rely on their own spiritual power to support them, so he also wanted to go around, maybe he could meet Yan Qing?

The two talked to Lin Ze, got up and went to the bottom of the huge rock, where there was dry soil that had been deposited for many years, which could be used as fuel to burn after drying, but the smell was very unpleasant, but in this situation, there is no People will compare.

Shi Qi knew that Zuo Luoxing was worried about Yan Qing, and persuaded him, "Don't be too anxious. Since you didn't feel anything, it means that there should be nothing wrong with Yan Qing, at least not a major problem. More or less it will be reflected in the envoy."

This is exactly how Zuo Luoxing persuaded himself to wait here, but what he thinks in his heart is one thing, and what he actually does is another: "Master Yan Qing...he is different from ordinary summoners..."

Seventeen thinks that Yan Qing always stays with everyone as an entity, and his interest in the human world is obviously much greater than that of other summoning gods. He never leaves his mouth for snacks every day. Compared with summoning gods, he is more like a human being, and understands Zuo Luoxing's worries .

"However, just as you said, Yan Qing is not only different from ordinary summoning gods in words and deeds, but also his ability is very powerful. If there is really anyone who can stop the water of the Yellow River today, I can't think of anyone else except Yan Qing " Seventeen eyes looked firmly at Zuo Luoxing.

Zuo Luoxing was startled.

Yes, Yan Qing's ability, whether it is unlimited copying of other people's magic, or the flower of life and death with strange power, is also closely related to the Moon God enshrined by the Yue family for generations. It is different from ordinary summoning gods.

Before that, he always thought it was because Yan Qing was a god of the dark world, but now that he thought about it, was it really just because he was a god of the dark world?

Zuo Luoxing suddenly remembered that in the retrospective memory of the Eye of the Desert, that "person" once said angrily that Yan Qing was not human at all because of his stubbornness, he did not have human emotions, let alone remember what Zuo Luoxing did for him. What, being with Yan Qing will always be just wishful thinking.

So, who on earth is always forgetting?

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