Zhou Xiaoyi nodded heavily, wiped away his tears, grabbed Ren Jie's big hand, and was pulled up from the ground by him.

"The price...has been paid!"

The price of the demon's transformation was once again paid by Zhou Xiaoyi's tears.

The man was saved, but the matter was not over yet. The old man surnamed Kong didn't hold his fart in well, and it was too easy for him to cut his neck with a knife.

I was about to impose another just sentence on him, but after searching all around, I was surprised to find no trace of Kong Huaicai.

Apparently he took advantage of the chaos and ran away. Although the blue lover was deadly, Kong Huaicai drank the lake water. The poison could not kill him, it could only make him suffer.

Not only Kong Huaicai was missing, but Yun Xi was also missing. They didn't know where they went.

Ren Jie, who couldn't find anyone to deal with him, had no choice but to grab the black brick with his black hands and continue to assist Beifeng in beating Yang Yan wildly.

At this moment, Yang Yan couldn't bear it anymore. If she continued like this, she would only be left with a dead end.

He shouted anxiously: "Don't worry about the soul yet, come and save me! Wang Yi!"

"Barton, Xuanlu, take this old guy away from me quickly. If I die, you won't get anything."

If he dies here, it will be useless to have the soul. The important thing now is not the soul, but to find a way to save his life first.

If Ren Jie hadn't been taking pictures of him, he wouldn't have been in such an embarrassing situation.

Xuanlu wanted to go over to support him, but this time Lianxiang refused to let him go and held him tightly to prevent him from causing trouble.

Barton didn't want to face Beifeng again, but under Wang Yi's threat, he could only bite the bullet and rush towards Beifeng.

Beifeng lit up raging smoke and immediately enveloped Barton. Darkness surrounded him, blocking all his sight, and then glanced at Ren Jie.

Ren Jie doesn’t know what it means?

Just when Barton was about to use the Great Collapse to clear away the beacon smoke, a black hand grabbed the black brick, broke through the smoke screen and went straight to Patton's head.

Barton was shocked. How could he not know the power of this brick?

Wasn't Yang Yan the one who was raped by it?

Immediately he used his divine control, and the golden statue stood upright, completely covering it.

But with a "boom", the statue was blown up by a black brick on the spot. In the end, the brick landed firmly on Barton's forehead.

It was immediately shut down and turned off.

(?? Yi?) "Ren Jie! Your uncle! I'm just... pooh~"

Before he finished speaking, Bei Feng slapped him into the ground.

Hitting one is a hit, but hitting two is also a hit, right?

Ren Jie had a bad smile on his face:

"I'd like to say hello to you on behalf of my uncle. What's wrong with your uncle?"

So a tragic scene happened. The old man and the young man cooperated perfectly. Beifeng smoked Ren Jie, and Ren Jie used his black hands to hit the black bricks for a sneak attack, hitting each one accurately.

Beifeng, on the other hand, caught these two guys and beat them to death, which made Jiang Jiulin, Nuoyan and the others shudder.

After a while, Ren Jie knocked down two seventh-level fate realms with bricks.

If they hang here today, does it have a direct relationship with you?

Wang Yi's face turned completely gloomy when he saw that Barton had also been slapped with a black brick.

"Tsk~ What else can this waste do?"

After saying this, he wanted to leave to support Yang Yan. If he delayed for a while, Yang Yan would die!

However, Qi Mo dodged and stopped in front of Wang Yi. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly, even the Peking Opera facial makeup on his face was cracked, and he was covered in embarrassment.

But those dark eyes were full of determination.

"This body is standing horizontally, and the ink knife has no edge, but it is enough to stop you!"

While speaking, the ink knife pointed directly at

Wang Yi.

Wang Yi paused in his steps, two veins popped up on his forehead, and his eyes became colder and colder.

"You forced me. Without the president, I, Wang Yi, would not be where I am today!"

"When I was most helpless, it was the president who helped me, otherwise I would have been burned to death by the people of Tianmen Church..."

"For her, even if I fall into hell forever, I will give her the beauty of the world!"

As he spoke, demonic aura steamed from Wang Yi's body, and countless fearful ghosts detached themselves from the fearful ghost corps and wrapped themselves around him.

"Do you know? Since I became a demon contracter, I have never turned on demonization because I simply cannot pay the price of demonization..."

"I made a contract with the Demon of Fear, and the price is to do the thing that scares me the most!"

"And the thing that scares me most in this world...is only death..."

"But...it doesn't matter...I, Wang Yi, can afford this debt!"

Wang Yi's eyes turned into a dazzling orange-red color.

"Demonization activated? Indescribable fear!"

nameless fear

Endless orange-eyed horrors burst out from Wang Yi, pulling out a dark sky and heading straight towards Qi Mo Bao.

Even Wang Yi's body completely melted into the darkness and turned into fear itself...

The world in Qi Mo's eyes was pitch black, and there was only darkness as far as the eye could see.

There were chuckles and cries that kept echoing in his ears. At this moment, he seemed to be in a void and dark space.

Countless orange-eyed horrors emerged from the darkness, with no fixed shape, rushing toward Qi Mo like ocean waves...

Fear is intangible, nameless, indescribable...

At this moment, Qi Mo unleashed his full strength, waving the ink knife in his hand non-stop, killing the fearful ghosts who would commit crimes one by one.

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But they couldn't kill them all, and Qi Mo's power was being consumed bit by bit.

But at this moment, there seemed to be the sound of wind chimes in the darkness, and Qi Mo was suddenly startled. In a trance, he saw a figure among the infinite ghosts, a figure that he had been dreaming about for twenty-seven years.

She was wearing jeans, a white hooded sweatshirt, and a ponytail. She put her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt and looked at Qi Mo with a smile...

Qi Mo murmured:

"Menger..."

But the figure only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

At this moment of confusion, the huge orange-eyed horror pounced forward and bit Qi Mo's shoulder fiercely, causing blood to spatter.

The veins on Qi Mo's forehead jumped violently, and he slashed upward with the ink knife, turning the fearful ghost into black ink that splashed everywhere...

Then he turned around and slashed fiercely at the fearful ghost behind him.

However, at the moment when the ink knife was about to fall, the fearful ghost in front of him was no longer a fearful ghost, but transformed into Chen Meng's figure, standing in front of Qi Mo.

Her white sweatshirt was stained red with blood, her chest had been penetrated by an ink knife, and the handle of the ink knife was in her hand...

Chen Meng held the ink knife with both hands, blood pouring out of his mouth, with a sad smile on his face...

"Keep living...good things will always happen."

"Falling in love with you...is the greatest luck in my life..."

As he spoke, Chen Meng's body gradually turned into the color of ink, stained by the ink knife...

Tears flowed out of Qi Mo's eyes all of a sudden. The light of the sword he struck stopped in mid-air, and he kept shaking his head and retreating:

"No... don't... Meng'er... my Meng'er..."

However, what was in front of him was not Chen Meng at all, but a fearful ghost. Qi Mo's body was immediately penetrated by more than a dozen ghost thorns...
Chapter completed!