A strange creature like a tide of corpse pounced on it, opened its bloody mouth, trying to bite Zhao Wujiang and devour his soul.

"Click."

Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and twisted the neck of a half-human and half-tiger monster, and the sticky pink liquid covered his hands.

The strange creatures around him became more and more restless, and they rushed over and surrounded him.

Zhao Wujiang always felt something was wrong, but when he wanted to think about it, the thoughts in his mind seemed to be blocked by something.

Now he doesn't care about so much, so he will fight out first.

Otherwise, if he is trapped in the circle of these strange creatures, he will be doomed if he is exhausted.

His eyes were stained with purple light, and his demonic aura was everywhere. When he raised his hand, a purple sword was held in his hand and swept across the corner.

Like mowing grass, corpses with pink blood fell down.

As the sword went down, the purple light in his eyes became much richer in an instant.

He raised his sword and slashed again, and another group of creatures fell down.

"Kill them all!"

He heard himself say something.

The tone is cold, domineering and cruel.

He raised his sword again, and the demonic energy and sword energy spread across, splitting deep ravines again and again in the darkness.

He seemed to have forgotten to fight a way back to the shelter.

"Hiss..."

He heard the horse's neighing, and when he looked closely, it was a tall and maroon-red horse with a tuft of white hair floating on the horse's head.

"Xiaohong?" He said in surprise. This horse was his previous mount, Xiaohong, a spiritual and sensible horse.

Xiaohong seemed a little anxious and roared.

Zhao Wujiang's sword was trembling, and his hands were a little uncontrollably stabbed at Xiaohong.

"Bang." The sword fell to the ground, Zhao Wujiang trembled his hands, his eyebrows were angry, and he looked at the darkness in anger:

"You are not me!"

He opened his eyes, and there was a familiar ruined palace in front of him, and he could smell the familiar fragrance beside him.

The delicate hands gently wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

He grabbed it and looked sideways, and found that it was Xuanyuan Jing's exquisite and concerned face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon he narrowed his eyes slightly and realized something was wrong.

But as soon as his doubts came out, a knock on the door sounded outside the house:

"Brother Wuyang, are you asleep? Linlang has something to discuss with you."

"It's Linlang, why are you here to look for you late at night?" Zhao Wujiang asked in confusion when he heard Xuanyuan Jing:

"Go and have a look."

His thoughts were blocked by something, and he obviously had many doubts, but he couldn't remember them for a moment.

He got up and went to open the door. The door opened, and the gentle and beautiful Linlang stood outside the house.

"There is something wrong with the demon pill?" Zhao Wujiang blurted out, as if he had encountered the same scene before.

Linlang's face was pale and she smiled bitterly:

"Wujiang, I can't do it anymore."

"No..." Zhao Wujiang's eyes opened angrily and took over the limp Linlang.

Linlang fell in his arms, his anger was as angry as a wandering thread, but in the next moment, he turned into Xuanyuan Jing, with the same pale face and the same weak aura.

"Zhao Wujiang, I will kill everyone around you!"

A cold and cruel voice sounded, and the footsteps were approaching.

Zhao Wujiang was full of anger and evil spirits, and hugged Xuanyuan Jing and looked sideways.

The person who approached was wearing a jade white robe, with a gentle temperament and a hint of majesty, which was the King of Xiaoyao Xuanyuan Yuheng.

Xuanyuan Yuheng got closer step by step and became Yue Bufan, with a gentle and cruel smile:

"Everyone will die because of you!"

When Yue Bufan got closer, he finally changed his appearance again.

He was dressed like a black ink robe, handsome and uninvited, with a warm smile on his starry eyebrows and eyes.

This figure turned into Zhao Wujiang himself, with a grim smile and a full of demonic energy:

"Zhao Wujiang, you disappointed me very much.

Not overbearing enough, not cruel enough, not ruthless enough, not strong enough."

Xuanyuan Jing in Zhao Wujiang's arms disappeared, everything around him disappeared, there was nothingness, only a young man who was exactly the same as him, with a demonic look on his face and looked at him with a sarcastic look.

He couldn't help but snorted, and a sharpness surged in his nose, his expression and eyes gradually became firmer, and he became more and more firmer. His tone was not angry or panic, and he was terriblely plain:
Chapter completed!