Lang Sanlang Wu did expect that the thief would not be able to hand over the person in peace, and he also guessed that he had kept his means behind him, but he never expected that this would be the case in the end.

The worst situation they want to see.

Wan Ziming did not think about letting Ningxia go. He never thought about leaving Ningxia's life from the end.

That is what Ningxia is most worried about...the tickets are torn. She is the meat ticket...

Ningxia did think that the other party would suddenly take her life, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

It was almost time for her to remind Chonghuan to act. A cold light flashed, and the tragic cry of pain burst out blood that spread on her face... Then there was chaos.

Ningxia's eyes widened, her head buzzed, and her breathing sounded, as if she was about to faint in the next moment.

Her throat seemed to be pressed by a heavy stone, and a breath rushed out of her chest, pushing the stone to make the throat bloody, and she couldn't speak for a moment.

When she found her consciousness, she said the two words that had been blocking her chest, bloody and powerless...

“… Chonghuan…”

The situation was developing too fast. Even though Lang San and the others were prepared, they could not help but be shocked by the situation in front of them.

Qianmeng Sanren is a desperate person. There is no doubt that from his previous "great achievements", it can be seen that this person is by no means a good person. Ningxia, who was held hostage by him, is worrying.

Lang Sanlang Wu also knew that even if they came to rescue him, the possibility of Ningxia being able to survive safely is still very low, but they still wanted to try their best.

Wan Ziming would take action in the end, and they had guessed it long ago. So when his eyes were ferocious, Lang San was the first to react and activate the light body footwork, intending to stop the opponent from killing.

Then Lang Wu quickly reacted and rushed up to save the person together.

But it is undeniable that both of them were very sad at that moment. The action of the thousand-faced scattered man, with the determination to kill people, used nearly 80% of his strength. The possibility of Ningxia surviving this attack was too small, almost impossible.

They rushed up, and Ningxia, who was rescued, was likely to have died on the spot.

This made them feel extremely heavy, and even a little despair was faintly felt, just like they watched the Holy Veins breaking swords in front of them in the past few days, and they felt very powerless.

When will it end? For the Holy Vein... For those greedy desires, how many innocent lives will be lost to be completed? Who can tell them...

When the two of them went to obstruct, they had already expected the next tragic end.

But unexpectedly, before them, and even before Wan Ziming, someone was faster than them, who completely rescued Ningxia from the predicament of death and reversed the situation.

"You..." Wan Ziming's body froze like a kite with a broken string, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Fortunately, he still remembered that there was a cliff behind him to completely lean back, otherwise he could get the bento immediately.

Of course, he is not far from getting the bento now.

He widened his eyes, his eyes filled with blood, and there was still a ruthlessness and pride in his eyes that would have been enough time to dissipate. He had only time to say "you", and his mouth kept spewing blood, dyeing the ground red.

An ancient sword was inserted into his chest, passing through the heart at the center and nailing him there, probably because the heart was still beating, and the hilt was trembling even more.

How could it be? How did things turn out like this? Until this moment, Wan Ziming couldn't figure out what was going on?

How did this little devil dodge his sword? How did this sword penetrate into his chest? Everything happened so fast that he didn't even know what was going on.

He obviously wanted to kill this little ghost? Why do the people who are being killed now say he is?

Kill? He is going to die? Wan Ziming stared at the sword that was passing by his heart in a daze. He didn't understand his situation for a while, as if he understood but didn't seem to understand...

Then his reason was soon swallowed by the catastrophic panic and endless tyranny.

Blood...blood...all blood! He is going to die. It's her, they are still him. Damn...all deserve to die, let me die! His eyes were red, and a burst of black air rose from his whole body.

The source of this aura was strange, showing an ominous feeling, and instantly swallowed a wild grass next to it. Then it became a ball of black and was about to rush towards Ningxia not far away with a rapid force.

No, the wolf three and wolf five shouted secretly in their hearts, urging their feet to save Ningxia under this unknown black air.

The incident just now shocked them, so they were stunned and then they realized that they wanted to rush up to save the person.

It’s too late to think about what happened just now. Since someone stopped them, no matter who it is, saving people is the top priority.

Fortunately, these two people were moving fast enough. Before the black fog floated over, they led Ningxia forward from the dangerous area, and immediately took it away. Since then, Ningxia has completely broken into the pit of Thousand Faces Sanren.

"Chonghuan...Chonghuan is still there." Ningxia, who was taken away, struggled like a dream, and was very excited. She seemed to be about to pounce on her again, but was pressed hard by Langwu.

Lang Wu, who was signaled by Lang San, pulled Ningxia back fiercely and retreated to the circle of protection of the disciples behind. Lang San stared at the black fog with a heavy expression... the figure who was vaguely half-kneeling in the black fog.

Not long after Ningxia and the others dispersed, a creepy service was emitted in the black fog, as if they were being tortured. One after another, a broken roar, just listening was a pain.

This sound is exactly the one who is so scattered just now, and it will be impossible to be wrong.

He was shrouded in black fog, and his half-kneeling body kept twisting in the black fog, and his limbs were unnatural. Then he stretched out his hands and leaned back, as if something was twitching, making a more tragic sound than before.

I don’t know if it was their illusion... it wasn’t an illusion. This person’s body was indeed shrinking, his muscles were shrinking, and the muscles attached to the limbs and torso disappeared little by little, and they became dry as if they were deflated.

Suddenly, the screams suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly returned to silence. The bright white light lit up in the darkness, first a small ball, and then spread outward, dispersing the black fog bit by bit, causing them to disappear.

The place that was originally occupied by the black fog has now been completely cleaned. There is no black fog, only a thick white bone. What is in the chest that shines strangely under the moonlight.

"Goodbye...master." A voice that was so light that it was almost audible sounded from Ningxia's ears. It seemed like a dream.

Isn't it a dream? No more... nothing.

"Chonghuan!" Ning Xia, half lying in Lang San's arms, bit her lip and finally shouted vaguely. Tears fell down instantly, and her world was confused.
Chapter completed!