After she pondered for a moment, when she looked up again, the person was gone.

Zi Mo felt bad. She was about to make a move when suddenly there was a sound behind her. A small package appeared in the man's hand. He carried it with one hand and dug it out with the other. The expression on his face gradually became fierce and cold.

Sure enough, he couldn't take one side of the word and he was going to take action!

How long will it take if I don't draw my sword now?

Immediately she summoned her sword, ready to attack, "Let's do it, let's fight -"

The man in front of him still lowered his head and said nothing, but his expression became more and more solemn. When he poked his head again, he actually took out three exquisite lace snacks, held them in his hands like treasures and said happily: "I thought I would put them in during the fight.

It was squashed, but it was fine..."

Zi Mo lowered her head and saw, weren't these just a few snacks she gave to the man?

Zi Mo: "..."

Forget it, let's get rid of him. She sheathed her sword silently and asked casually: "Were you the one who set up those blind spots in the forest?"

"It's full of horrific scenes of little ghosts killing living people. Rather than letting everyone add fuel to the fire and spread the news again and again, it's better to use a little trick to prevent people from entering."

"As time goes by, those scars will slowly heal. The light will last forever, and the light of compassion will last forever." He sighed, his eyes closed deeply, and he looked pitiful and sad, somewhat like a priest.

"Are you really a priest?"

Zi Mo poked him in disbelief, with a hint of joy in her heart.

Is it possible that there really is a priest in the same situation as her, trapped in the sword consciousness of the Feng Ling Sword?

When she asked, unexpectedly, the man suddenly looked troubled, his brows furrowed, and a touch of pain appeared on his fair face.

Only then did Zi Mo realize that she had poked his arm, and the force seemed to be quite large, so he quickly put down his hand and began to have wild thoughts.

"If it's true, I am the last priest in the world."

After hearing the man's words, Zi Mo felt a little hesitant in his heart.

It seems that the most popular priests are Jiuling, Gunmu, and Jiaosui. They are the only ones known to the general public.

She thought that she had heard a lot after living for so long, but when she heard the title given by the man, her mind went blank, and she could not search for any impressions about this priest.

There are talks of priests entering the mortal world to save living beings, but that happened thousands of years ago. In recent years, there has never been an example of a priest entering the mortal world.

Well, maybe there is, but she has been staying in Lianguang Shangzhong and has never heard anyone mention it. Besides, such a careless appearance also caught her off guard.

She was just about to find something to say, when her waist jingled, and the Fuze bell vibrated gently. Although it was sweet and ethereal, it was as short as rain hitting moss.

There is danger ahead!

Zi Mo's heart moved.

"The sneaks here have caused trouble many times. I have dealt with them before. They are evil, cunning and cruel. Just stand behind me. I am stronger than you and can protect you."

The man said, jumped up and landed in front of Zi Mo, "Just stay in this small temple, they won't be able to come in for a while."

His intention was obvious, let Zi Mo stay in the small temple and not go anywhere. Although it was safe this way, the jade hanging showed that sneakiness was her key word, and she had to go together.

She followed the man cautiously. Her understanding of sneakiness was limited to Yu Gua, so it would be safer to take action after seeing the situation clearly.

As soon as she took a step, her head felt dizzy, as if she had been punched in the air. Her hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and she vaguely seemed to see Yan Song.

This is impossible.

Totally impossible.

Why did Yan Song appear here? I'm afraid he didn't know that he was trapped in Sword Sense at this time. He might have thought that he had sneaked out of the city.

The more Zi Mo thought about it, the more confused he became. Yan Song's shadow flashed and disappeared, followed by the man who claimed to be a priest.

Finally unable to hold on any longer, Zi Mo threw himself on the futon in the temple. The sword fell out of his hand and fell to the side with a clang.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Yan Song. At this time, Yan Song was very different from usual. His dark eyes were all cold. He was standing not far from her, standing condescendingly, completely watching.

He looked at her like a dead thing, with no trace of emotion on his face.

He raised his hand, and the gilded black robe suddenly ripped open at the waist, and was torn open in some places, revealing horrifying red and swollen raised bumps...

That's a watery curse!

Zi Mo saw layers of watery curses covering Yan Song's exposed skin like a tidal wave. The frightening ripples of the curse visible to the naked eye despite his fair skin were wrapped around his arms like a prison, which was extremely terrifying.

Zi Mo subconsciously reached for the sword. This sight was too terrifying.

Yan Song's eyes were like the little god in yellow gown that he once was, slowly showing scarlet blood, and he walked over step by step like a puppet on wind-up.

"Yan Song?"

Zi Mo called out twice tentatively, and Yan Song was stunned for a moment before rushing towards him ferociously, without any wavering in his eyes.

Holding the long sword in her hand, Zi Mo desperately resisted Yan Song's attack. She didn't know what was going on. She seemed to find that her spiritual power had increased somewhat, or that Yan Song's magic power was constantly declining due to the water-like curse. She relied on her own

With such force, he actually pushed Yan Song back three meters away.

Before Yan Song could react, she picked up the long sword and ran first.

The setting sun was dim, gouging out every raised mound coldly. The black crow let out a long cry, suddenly swooped into the stone monument, and opened a hole in the weeds, as if something was trying to crawl out. No one was there.

Pass by here.

Zi Mo didn't know where she ran. There were still some people there. She ran in a panic and didn't notice that there was a dead end in front of her. By the time she realized it, it was already too late.

There was only a barren land in front of me, with grass covering it like crazy. No one knew whether the grass grew from the soil or from the dead. A gust of wind blew by, and when you looked at it from a distance, the fluffy grass had its head sharpened.

I laughed so hard as I followed the melodious song, and the giggles penetrated from all directions.

Can't tell the direction at all.

She stopped where she was, and suddenly there was movement in a weed.

A dark figure struggled to push away the weeds, as if looking for something. It crawled against the roots of the grass for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a small mound. She couldn't see the man's expression clearly, and vaguely felt that Yan Song was catching up.

.

Suddenly a ball of fire lit up, and blood oozed from the cut on Yan Song's face. He opened the weeds blankly, and suddenly took out a clay pot from his arms. There was a dull bang in the pot, as if

What's inside can't wait to come out.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and some iron nails hit the pot. The things inside finally became quiet. The pot was filled with dense insects!

Yan Song, holding the clay pot, also spotted Zi Mo and smiled steadily at her. That kind of scary smile that only appeared on the walking dead.

Yan Song was eroded by the Water Curse and may have slowly lost his mind!

"It was you who unleashed evil and killed everyone back then! Now you are here to harm me! You are the culprit of all troubles. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be limited. It's all because of you that I am what I am now.

Bone nails and Liuze water have been prepared for you, and it’s finally over..."

Zi Mo's face was blank and expressionless. She did not comment on Yan Song's words and stopped talking, so she fell silent.

The evil bird roared past her head, and the sky was exceptionally high and empty, which made her a little uneasy. It seemed that something was howling low in the pale night, right next to her ears, right around her, piercing every inch of her naked body.

skin.

Maybe now is the time for her to die...

The two artifacts made a huge noise in the air...

Zi Mo felt that these threats were just pretense, until the tingling sensation began to erode her little by little, like tens of thousands of fine needles that penetrated her skin, first her scalp, then her chest, then her soles...

Yan Song's eyes were full of fierceness, but he lowered his head to the ground and only looked at Zi Mo secretly from the side of his eyes.

Zi Mo was no longer a complete person in front of her eyes. She saw Yan Song change from one to three, and three to eight. Each one was swaying and staring at her with sideways eyes. Fortunately, she could still stand firm.

, even if you stand still for a few seconds, you will rush forward again.

She staggered a few steps, but ended up falling forward uncontrollably. The flashing clones were crushed to pieces by her in an instant, and within a moment they transformed into countless appearances, spread over every part of her, countless

All his mouths made a unanimous sound at her.

The head is very heavy, but fortunately it is not made of iron, she thought as she raised her head.

"You can use whatever tricks you want, I won't fight back!" She shouted as she raised her head, and then she laughed out loud. She started laughing until all the muscles in her face began to ache.

Slowly her mouth closed, her laughter still lingering in the middle of the night, and soon the air around her also laughed and laughed.

She was about to die, at the hands of Yan Song.

Xingxing stared coldly and smiled at Zimo, who also smiled towards the sky.

She used her last bit of strength to draw the outline of a smile on her face, her miserable scarlet eyes were peering at a few remaining stars. She accepted the judgment of the stars, and she accepted the judgment of anyone. She had this ending.

She brought it upon herself, because she had her own way.

Her mouth was frozen and she couldn't move, and even her whole body was lying on the ground as soft as dead flesh.

How could it be possible? How on earth could it be possible? She smiled bitterly in her heart. She tried her best to touch every inch of flesh and blood but it remained motionless. The fishy sweetness flowed from her eyes into her mouth and then overflowed. She saw the blood being sucked into her body quickly and like a madman.

this land.

She was about to be squeezed dry. She gritted her teeth and moved again, but the land became even more violent, gnawing at her, sucking her dry, and then abandoning her.

It is in vain to move, and it is in vain to move.

"I have tried my best, but nothing can be changed. In the end, I am still a coward and a clown. My fate is ruined in my own hands."

Zi Mo thought feebly, thinking about everything she had experienced over the past thousands of years. It was clear that freedom was in her hands, but why could she not touch it? Her eyes were empty and she could no longer hold freedom.

It's time to end.
Chapter completed!