The sudden scene caught Congyun off guard and even more shocking. He didn't understand why Fan Tong wanted to betray him.
But it was too late to resist, the Ghost King's attack had already fallen on him.
Power full of violence and terror poured out. With endless destructive power and destructive power, it poured into his Cong Yun's body.
"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Cong Yun suffered heavy injuries in an instant, with half of his body blown to pieces.
There are also a few weird nails fixed on his acupuncture points.
"Fan Tong, what are you doing? Why don't you save me?"
Congyun used the remaining spiritual power to protect his heart, supported his body with difficulty, sat up from the ground, and leaned on the stone beside him.
The blood flow continued. The blow just now not only destroyed half of his body, but the remaining terrifying power was still destroying his meridians.
It was eroding his life.
What happened just now was so unexpected that he was completely unprepared.
Fan Tong looked at him and did not speak immediately.
Step by step, he got closer and looked down at Cong Yun.
His gaze was deep and distant, as if he was looking at the city, not the clouds in front of him.
Rather, it is the former Cong Yun.
“I don’t know myself in my life, but I have a big dream for two thousand years.
Senior Brother Cong Yun, I have reminded you many times not to rush in or go to the Huasheng Pond, why don't you listen.
Why do you have to go in?
The Huashuo Transformation Pond is not the so-called Feixian Pond for improving cultivation at all, it is a life-sustaining pond for demons!"
Fan Tong's eyes made Congyun feel scared. This junior brother who usually smiled and was kind to others actually wanted to kill him.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Junior Brother Fan Tong, what are you talking about?
Even if you want me to die, can you let me know clearly? What did I do wrong? You want to kill me?
When did you get in touch with the Iron Guard Camp? I don’t understand? Junior Brother Fan Tong..."
As Cong Yun spoke, he kept retreating.
He wanted to struggle, but those strange nails immobilized his spiritual power.
He could only drag half of his body to the ground with difficulty, dragging out a long trail of blood, and finally stopped with difficulty against the roots of a big tree.
Cong Yun kept saying over and over again, begging for mercy, hoping that Fan Tong could let him go for the sake of their senior brothers for so many years.
It's a pity that Fan Tong was not moved at all.
He was relieved coldly, "No need to delay, you are not my senior brother Cong Yun at all."
Fan Tong looked at Cong Yun with sadness and sadness in his eyes.
"You know, you pretended to be very good, really good, even paying attention to every little detail.
You even imitated some of Senior Brother Cong Yun’s little habits.
But no matter how perfect you pretend to be, you are not my senior brother Cong Yun after all."
Hearing this, Cong Yun was a little shocked and looked at Fan Tong with confusion: "Junior Brother Fan Tong, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Fan Tong smiled sadly. "Junior Brother Fan Tong, hahaha...
After I came out of isolation, I noticed something was wrong with you the first time I met you. The way you looked at me was full of strangeness.
He opened his mouth and called me Junior Brother Fan Tong.
You probably don’t know that I knew Senior Brother Cong Yun before we went into seclusion.
Senior Brother Cong Yun never called me Junior Brother Fan Tong before, he would only call me a foodie."
Fan Tong looked at Cong Yun, his eyes slowly filled with tears.
The Ghost King on the side just watched but did not disturb him, and did not even take advantage of this time to make a sneak attack.
There seemed to be some cooperation agreement between him and Fan Tong.
Xu Changan watched this scene from a distance, full of doubts.
But he is not in a hurry, at least for now, there are other things involved behind this Cong Yun.
He just needs to sit and watch the show and see how many secrets are hidden in it.
When Congyun heard this, he shook his head and said with a sigh:
"It's really a secret. I always thought I disguised myself very well, but I never thought there was such a place that I didn't know about.
It was beyond my expectation.
But you are still really tolerant, you already knew the result, but you have been acting for so long and now it explodes."
Cong Yun suddenly stood up with his body propped up in a strange posture.
It was obvious that his body was mutilated, but he was as unaffected as a normal person, and even the blood on his body no longer flowed.
It was as if everything just now was just an act of his.
After standing up, Cong Yun not only did not fall into a disadvantage, but his tone was full of arrogance and arrogance.
"You two, it seems that you have been planning for a long time. Just because you want to kill me, you can't do it.
I am immortal."
As Cong Yun stood up, billowing black smoke began to fill his body.
This kind of black energy is full of horror, violence and blood. He seems to be not a human being, but an evil ghost from hell.
"It's actually good that you exposed me.
It just so happens that I don’t want to be trapped in this tiny body, it really makes me feel uncomfortable.”
As he spoke, the black smoke became thicker and thicker.
A dark figure emerged directly from Cong Yun's body, and the original Cong Yun's body seemed to be suppressed like a deflated balloon.
It was quickly corroded, turned into a pool of blood, and finally blended into the ground.
The overall appearance of the black shadow that came out was completely indescribable.
He looks like a human, a ghost, a monster, a demon, a god. He looks like everything. But he looks like nothing.
When looking at his appearance, everyone around him felt an instinctive feeling of disgust growing in their hearts.
Some Iron Guards even couldn't help but vomited out, as if they saw something disgusting.
But the dark figure seemed to enjoy this situation. "Foolish mortals do not understand the joy of immortality,"
He looked at Fan Tong with a look of surprise, "I remember who you are, you are his little follower.
You were a loser who could do nothing but eat. After all these years, you are still such a loser.
You are only at the sixth level of heaven, it is really in vain that he gave you so much spiritual power."
The black shadow mocked Fan Tong mercilessly, and he set his sights on the Ghost King again.
A trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "Your breath is very familiar, I seem to have met you before."
The black shadow slowly approached the Ghost King and took a deep breath.
It's as if you can smell the ghost king's identity.
"Is it you? You're not dead?"
The black shadow suddenly retreated and distanced itself.
Looking at the Ghost King's eyes, there is fear, greed, and curiosity.
"It shouldn't be. You should be dead. You should have been killed at that time... You should have been killed..."
Black Shadow didn't finish speaking, but the Ghost King had already added it himself.
"You've obviously eaten me, right?"
Hearing what the Ghost King said, Heiying was a little surprised.
He became more curious and stared at the Ghost King.
The Ghost King's black robe slowly fell off, revealing his body underneath.
It was a skeleton with some incomplete flesh and blood dried on the bones, and there were also some strange marks, which seemed...tooth marks.
There wasn't much flesh on his face, but when he looked at Xu Changan in the distance, he was shocked. Although that face was covered with scars, even though it had gone through many vicissitudes of time.
Although there is not much of the original face that can be seen anymore.
However, Xu Changan is still very familiar with him.
After all, who is not familiar with their own face?
Even if he is disfigured, he will always be the person he is most familiar with.
Xu Changan gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.
He knew that he was close, really close to the secret behind the scenes.
"You're surprised, aren't you? I'm surprised too? I thought I was dead?
But God refused to accept me and allowed me to rise from the bottom of the abyss in this state.
I have preserved all the tooth marks on my body very well, and every wound is exactly the same as the original one.
Do you want to look for the wound on my body that you left?
The Immortal, the Night God?"
The Ghost King looked at the black shadow and revealed his identity. What he was looking at was a real bloodthirsty and flesh-eating enemy.
If there are levels of hatred in the world, the hatred towards the Black Shadows must be at the highest level.