Strange creatures like a tide of corpses rushed forward, opening their bloody mouths, trying to bite Zhao Wujiang and devour his soul.

"Click."

Zhao Wujiang raised his hand and twisted the neck of a half-human, half-tiger beast, and his hand was covered with thick pink liquid.

The strange creatures around him became more and more restless, rushing in overwhelmingly and surrounding him.

Zhao Wujiang always felt that something was wrong, but when he wanted to think, the train of thought in his mind seemed to be blocked by something.

Now he doesn't care about so much, he will kill him first and then talk about it.

Otherwise, he would be trapped in a circle surrounded by these strange creatures, and once exhausted, he would be beyond redemption.

His eyes were dyed with purple light, and there was a demonic aura. He held a long purple sword in his hand and slashed around with a sweep of the sword.

Like mowing grass, corpses dripping with pink blood fell down one after another.

As soon as the sword went down, the purple light in his eyes became more intense in an instant.

He raised his sword and struck again, but another bunch of creatures fell down.

"Kill them all!"

He heard himself say something.

The tone was cold, domineering, and cruel.

He raised his sword again, and the demonic energy and sword energy were flowing freely, splitting deep ravines again and again in the dark night.

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

"Hissing..."

He heard a horse neighing, and when he took a closer look, he saw a tall maroon horse with a tuft of white hair floating on its head.

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

Xiao Hong seemed a little anxious and screamed.

Zhao Wujiang's sword was trembling, and his hand stabbed Xiao Hong uncontrollably.

"Clang." The sword fell to the ground, Zhao Wujiang's hands trembled, his eyebrows were angry, and he looked angrily into the darkness:

"You are not me!"

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar ruined palace in front of him, and could smell the familiar fragrance beside him.

Slender hands gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He grabbed it, looked sideways, and found Xuanyuan Jing's delicate and caring face, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

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

But as soon as his doubts arose, there was a knock on the door:

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

"It's Linlang, why are you looking for you so late at night?" Zhao Wujiang heard Xuanyuan Jing ask in confusion:

"Go and have a look."

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

He stood up and opened the door. The door opened, and the gentle and beautiful Linlang stood outside.

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

Linlang looked pale and smiled bitterly:

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

"No..." Zhao Wujiang's eyes widened angrily and he took the limp Linlang.

Linlang fell into his arms, breathless, but in the next moment, she turned into Xuanyuan Jing, with the same pale complexion and the same weak aura.

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

A cold and cruel voice sounded, and footsteps approached.

Zhao Wujiang was full of anger and evil spirit, holding Xuanyuan Jing and looking sideways.

The person approaching was dressed in jade-white robes, with a warm and gentle demeanor and a touch of majesty. He was none other than Xiaoyao Wang Xuanyuan Yuheng.

Xuanyuan Yuheng stepped closer and turned into Yue Bufan, with a gentle and cruel smile:

"Everyone will die because of you!"

When Yue Bufan came closer, his appearance finally changed again.

Dressed in a jet-black robe, he looks extremely handsome, with starry eyebrows and bright eyes that always carry a warm smile.

This figure turned into Zhao Wujiang himself. He smiled evilly and was filled with demonic aura:

"Zhao Wujiang, you disappoint me very much.

Not domineering enough, not cruel enough, not ruthless enough, not powerful enough."

Xuanyuan Jing disappeared in Zhao Wujiang's arms, and everything around him disappeared, leaving nothing but a young man who looked exactly like him, with a devilish aura and a sarcastic expression looking at him.

He couldn't help but snorted, a sourness welling up in his nose. His expression and gaze gradually became firmer and more firm. His tone was neither angry nor panicked. Every word was frighteningly plain:
Chapter completed!