"How is it? Are you satisfied with this speed?" The blurry shadow of the thin man changed into a long black dragon phantom, constantly walking in front of the white-haired man...
Gradually!...The long black dragon finally revealed a thin and tall figure. He stood three steps away from the white-haired man, covering his fists with his hands. Bloodlust and chill appeared on his face at the same time.
It is as cold and heartless as the yellow sand of the desert.
In the eyes of the elegant young man and Zi Qianying standing side by side in front, this scene is just a rather boring performance, yes! It is very boring, which can be seen from the two people's faint expressions.
He swallowed the hot blood that surged up from his throat. The white-haired man holding his chest with his left hand had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and his whole body flew sideways and hit the huge tree behind him.
| "Dang!" The white-haired man fell heavily to the ground.
The cold aura in the chest caused the wound to open long ago. The blood seeped through the robe and dyed the earth red, like a black shell flower, charming and painful at the same time, surging with an endless secret fragrance...
The old injury of the white-haired man relapsed. He supported his body with one hand and slowly climbed up. He panted heavily and stared at the thin man. As long as he was still alive, he would never admit defeat!
"Still not convinced?" The thin man raised his eyebrows and showed a smile of approval: "It's quite interesting. It's worthy of being the talent that the boss has been picking for more than ten years. That's how stubborn he is!"
Unsure of the appropriateness, the purple figure turned around with the elegant young man, revealing an alluring face. Looking at the staggering figure, she stumbled to stand up. Faced with the persistence in the white-haired man's heart, she who rarely spoke, finally whispered:
;
"He's been hurt!"
"In the laws of survival in the dark world, injury means death." The elegant young man cut off Zi Qianying's words and looked at the scene in front of him with a half-smile, without any intention of dissuading him.
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"I said, I... don't... belong to the Evil Palace!" The white-haired man's eyes filled with endless murderous intent, stared at the thin man, and said every word.
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it! The power of the seal on your body is always a selfless gift from the evil palace." The thin man's bloodthirsty edge gradually faded away, and he no longer wanted to play.
"He is indeed not from the evil palace!" The elegant young man stood at a distance, still watching the performance with a smile.
When the thin man looked at the white-haired man's face, which had become distorted and ferocious due to hatred, he helplessly turned to the elegant young man aside, shook his head, and said: "What should I do? This kid is clinging to me. I can't kill him anymore, and I can't beat him anymore."
If you can’t fight, what should you do?”
"Whatever" the faint voice said eliminated the last trace of scruples in the skinny man's heart.
He grabbed the white-haired man who was approaching with a fist, and the pointed black nails on his fingers gently scratched his carotid artery, bringing out a trace of the delicious scarlet blood.
Feeling the powerful beating of the heart and the music composed by life, the boiling hot blood of the body-building vein, what a delicious dish...
This is what he has always longed for but cannot have. Facing the powerful forging monks in the black world, he has no chance of winning. But facing those weaker forging monks, he cannot seduce those who come from the depths of his soul.
desire.
He sighed softly, and the two sharp teeth on his slightly parted lips revealed his desire for blood. The white-haired man looked at the white and cold teeth, but his heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom. Is this the end?
Zilin's reluctant eyes and her bright smile bathed in sunshine want to hold your hand and protect you all the time...
All this... love and hate are swirling in the white-haired man's mind.
The huge pain that had been forgotten because of memories was overwhelming at this moment. The already weak body could no longer withstand the double blow of mental illness. The remaining strength was like peeling off cocoons with the white-haired man's call.
Take a breath and slip away quietly.
"Do you want to gain stronger cultivation and lasting life? I can help you become a more powerful warrior, making this broken and weak body stronger and have a longer life."
The man looked at the white-haired man, his eyes like dark tide emitting seductive magic, and his low whisper emitted a magnetic voice.
"I..." The white-haired man's eyes became dull, but there was still a trace of hesitation in his tone.
"With power, you have everything, power, wealth, beauty, everything is yours, forget that woman!!" The thin man continued to hypnotize the white-haired man under the smiling gaze of the elegant young man and the purple beauty.
"Strength..., quantity...?" The bewitched white-haired man had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"Yes, you will have more powerful power, the condition is! Forget the woman who made you upset, completely...forget" the thin man continued to bewitch.
"I..., I don't want it." The white-haired man replied drowsily. He didn't want those things, and he didn't care about them. In his mind, there was only that purple figure, and that bright smile bathed in the sun.
He said that he would promise her to protect her for the rest of his life.
It must be done.
The thin man was stunned. He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could resist such temptation. Power, what a great power it was. With more powerful power, you could have more years. This was the dark world.
How many monks pursue the highest, Bai Zhanchen! What kind of person are you? The thin man began to have a strong interest in this man who has the supreme glory of the evil palace.
He closed his eyes and connected his mind with the comatose Bai Zhanchen. His spiritual thoughts were like a soft golden thread, constantly going deep into Bai Zhanchen's brain, and then deeper...
On both sides of the golden thread are the dust-covered memories of poor Ding Dian, and a huge picture suspended in the sky that continuously circulates appears in front of the three of them. The purple beauty gathered her mind, she also saw Bai Zhanchen's childhood, saw his growth, and saw what was in his memory
The most precious memory...
Feeling everything he felt, joy, happiness, carelessness, love...
Then she watched the boy in his teenage years carry his luggage and leave her...
In the huge crimson purgatory, I watched this young man endure unimaginable pain, constantly tempering himself, hoping that he could meet the requirements of "that person".
I really want to... I really want to go back and see her again, and I am willing to pay any price for it.
The three of them completely felt Bai Zhanchen's inner grief, anger and pain. Liquid that had not flowed for a hundred years flowed down from the purple Qianying's fair cheeks. How persistent this man was...
The flames burned his body, cutting off all hypocrisy, and the emotional demon-slaying knife had not completely cut off the obsession in his heart.
How great it would be if he could do this to me back then!
"This..." The thin man who withdrew from Bai Zhanchen's thoughts faced the unconscious him and remained silent. This man's obsession was so strong that he could bear that kind of pain————
That was simply not something a monk could bear, yet he resisted for more than ten years. It was simply unbelievable!
"Well, you have also seen that his talent is unparalleled. What awaits him will be the pinnacle of this world." The elegant young man walked to Bai Zhanchen and said calmly to the two people next to him.
"Why do you do this to him?" Zi Qianying looked at Bai Zhanchen who was unconscious on the ground with pity.
"There is no choice. His destiny is not his own. Similarly, we cannot interfere..."
The elegant young man stretched out his hand to cover Bai Zhanchen's injured chest, and his hand emitted a dark magic light, which was like a gentle life essence that could clean and heal his wound.
The fair and smooth skin shows no trace of injury.
It's just that the elegant young man's face looked a little pale, and his forehead was slightly wrinkled with sweat beads, which was obviously due to excessive exertion.
The thin man on the side licked the corners of his thirsty mouth, and his dry lips were thirsty for blood. He needed to absorb fresh energy. The unconscious man in front of him was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, making him, a lone wolf, greedy.
Very fragrant.
"If you still want to use your brain, you can do it yourself, so I don't have to do it myself."
These expressionless words were so serious that they made the thin man bend down involuntarily. His sharp and cold teeth were retracted from his lips. The remaining reason in his heart defeated his desire for blood...
"Someone is spying on us?" What did the purple figure notice? She turned around and looked around.
She vaguely sensed the aura of two pairs of people who had been peeping in the surrounding void for a long time. She frowned slightly and raised her jade hand lightly. A purple light pillar formed and enveloped the entire back mountain. In the purple light pillar, the wandering purple aura searched and was sealed by the purple light pillar.
Two peeking lights on the road.
Jiujiu! No clue?
The thin man looked at the purple figure with a smile;
"Yilei, you are not mistaken. I didn't even sense it. Could it be that those old boys wanted to be the first to start the war? What's more, the boss's consciousness is shrouded here. If someone is peeping, the boss should have discovered it in advance."
Yi Lei pointed at the sky with her hand, and a huge light shield with a radius of several hundred meters completely covered the top of the mountain. The traveling purple aura kept searching for a moment!
Yi Lei's beautiful eyes looked suspiciously at the elegant young man.
He said something that surprised the thin man.
"Because, those two peeping breaths come from you!"
The elegant young man handed Bai Zhanchen to the thin man beside him and turned back to stare at Yi Lei.
"Yeah" Yi nodded with tears in her eyes, very sure.
"Oh, that's it, I understand." The elegant young man seemed to have sensed it for a long time, and only now did he look around carefully.
The billowing black clouds of "Brush" were suddenly torn apart by the elegant young man's raised hand, and a huge dark sunglasses quickly formed in the void in front of several people.
"…………"
In the center of the huge sunglasses, the dark black demonic energy turned strangely, and the horrified scene of two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The eyes full of surprise shook and faced each other, and the horrified expressions of the two people could be seen in the center of the sunglasses.
At this moment, time is in doubt!
Even the thin man couldn't help but look at the stunned two people in sunglasses with a hint of doubt!
"Ling Chen!" The elegant young man looked at the distance across the void in front of him, and the figures he saw were Ling Chen and Su Mu who were under the underground palace.
Several people looked at each other through huge sunglasses. Because they couldn't speak, they could only look at each other in surprise.
"Do you know them?" Yi Lei quietly stood beside the elegant young man and said calmly.
The elegant young man looked at the two people in his sunglasses with a smile and said lightly to Yi Lei beside him: "Well, if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known when that kid actually used the clone charm I gave him to get a trace of my true body.
Contact, because it is my clone, it is difficult for you to sense it. No doubt they have been spying on us for a long time."