Zhuo Yifan's expression changed drastically. He discovered that following Dongfang Liang's low hum, more than a hundred similar auras were rising in the entire army of monks.
He exclaimed in surprise: "He is summoning members of the Death Alliance, young lady, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Miss Fang's bodyguard suddenly roared: "The thief is so brave, he dares to plot against Miss Fang."
boom!
A figure suddenly exploded in front of Miss Fang. It was the old man next to her who took action and killed a sneak attacker.
But at the same time, a mist-like smoke also spread.
"Everyone, please be aware that this is the poisonous mist of the netherworld, which can poison people's souls. Do not be contaminated by it."
Miss Fang shouted loudly and quickly stepped aside under the protection of the two people.
Bang bang bang!
At the same time, this terrifying smoke aimed at the souls was rising everywhere in the monk army. This smoke was like a living thing, filling the air instantly and surrounding everyone.
Everyone panicked and retreated hastily, but it was too late.
Some people inhaled the smoke and suddenly exclaimed, feeling that their thinking was slowed down and their reactions were more than a beat slower.
Poof!
Poof!
Poof!
Suddenly, these hidden Death Alliance warriors took action together, showing their ferocious faces, and reaped the rewards instantly.
No matter how high the level of the poisoned monks are, they are like fools at this moment and become dull. Before they can change their thoughts, the opponent's cold blade has already entered their vital points.
They didn't even have time to scream, and they fell to the butcher's knife of their companions in a daze.
These people obviously had the antidote, and they launched a killing spree at the same time. In an instant, they killed thousands of monks.
This incident happened in an instant, and many people did not even react.
However, these people are also exposed.
"Fang family disciples listen to the order and release the Awakening Smoke immediately!"
Miss Fang calmly ordered.
Bump bump!
There were bursts of sound like fireworks, and the disciples of the Fang family instantly sprayed out awakening smoke, which also filled the entire place.
Dongfang Liang's expression changed and he said in surprise: "You are indeed the spokesperson of heaven's punishment. You have been prepared for it."
This awakening smoke is also very powerful. It is said that it comes from the upper world and is a detoxification holy object. At the same time, it is also the antidote to the poisonous mist of the nether world.
Even Dongfang Liang would not believe it if he said it was a coincidence.
As a mortal enemy, only the Heavenly Punishment Organization would prepare this kind of smoke.
Soon, the poisonous mist of the netherworld was dispersed by the smoke of the gods.
The remaining people immediately divided into two camps.
On one side is an army of nearly 20,000 monks, and on the other side are more than 2,000 Death Alliance soldiers.
There are actually only a hundred or so members of the real Death Alliance, but they also have subordinates, which add up to more than two thousand people.
Among them, the Zhan family's Zhan Si endless is considered to be the most noble one among its members.
This makes it unbelievable that his brother succeeded in the battle.
The two brothers instantly became enemies of life and death.
Miss Fang's eyes narrowed and she ordered: "The battle is over. Ouyang family, you are responsible for killing the zombies. The rest of the group will follow me to kill these evil Death Alliance thieves without mercy."
Miss Fang's prestige was simply shocking. None of these people expressed any objection and took action one after another.
More than 8,000 monks rushed towards the more than 2,000 Death Alliance army like a tide, and the two instantly started a life-and-death battle far away from the main hall.
The rest of the people continued to attack the sarcophagus.
Dongfang Liang laughed loudly: "It's too late, you can't succeed."
Zhuo Yifan's spiritual power covered the sarcophagus. Suddenly, he came into contact with a strange soul.
The devil's heart infinitely fit into the sarcophagus and evolved into invisible runes, trying to resist attacks from the outside.
This is also because the power of the mind is so miraculous. If it had been the power of divine consciousness, it would have been destroyed long ago by those bone arrows with special functions.
But while Zhuo Yifan was protecting the body in the sarcophagus, he also suffered powerful attacks, consuming a lot of energy every second.
When his eyesight dimmed, Zhuo Yifan suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, falling continuously downwards, infinitely, without end.
He was shocked.
Immediately he realized that this was exactly the feeling brought about by the resonance of the obscure soul consciousness he had just come into contact with.
Endless darkness, endless loneliness, and endless fear poured into his heart like a tide.
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan felt the same and shed a tear from the corner of his eye.
He knew that this was Murong Xiaoqian.
A remnant soul that the world thought she would sleep forever!
But in reality, who knew she was awake all this time?
However, she is just a remnant soul and a weak thought. She cannot speak or do anything, not even communicate with the people closest to her.
Until now, Zhuo Yifan has been infinitely in tune with the sarcophagus and her soul. It's like the radio finally being on the same frequency, instantly establishing such a magical link.
Even now, Murong Xiaoqian is still just that weak soul, her powerful body, and even the blood of the true demon have nothing to do with her.
She is just a poor remnant soul trapped in a void space.
She longed for freedom and wanted to break out of this lonely darkness, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not succeed.
This is a place of absolute silence, nothing but darkness is darkness, no one can hear her, and no one can communicate.
But she could hear and feel the outside.
Therefore, she is anxious and afraid.
But now, Zhuo Yifan's consciousness appeared.
Murong Xiaoqian was so happy that she couldn't believe it.
"Are you Murong Xiaoqian?"
Zhuo Yifan asked tentatively.
"I am, are you Zhuo Yifan?"
Zhuo Yifan was shocked: "How do you know my name? Could it be that you can always hear it?"
"Well, I can hear it. The aura on your body is very special. It's different from them. Are you here to save me?"
Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly and said: "My strength is limited now. I'm afraid I can't. You must save yourself."
"My consciousness is sleeping in the endless darkness. I am weak and powerless. I can't save myself, nor can I save others. They are all dead. No one is left. Xiaohua, Dabai, Uncle Zhen, all those who love me do not love me.
They all died, and it was all because of me." Murong Xiaoqian said sadly: "Perhaps letting me die like this is the greatest relief."
Zhuo Yifan was silent for a moment, not knowing how to persuade her.
"This is all your father's doing and has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself too much."
"No, you don't know. It was me who discovered the "Killing Art" and told my father that he became obsessed and eventually caused a catastrophe. If I didn't say anything, hundreds of millions of people in the country would not
They were massacred, and I was the culprit!"
Murong Xiaoqian said painfully.
Although she has suffered tens of thousands of years of mental torture, she still feels extremely regretful when she speaks out at this moment.