59 flashes of fragrance, disappear forever

(Fifty-nine) Instant fragrance, disappear forever

Yan Jun held down Xiaowei and stood up and walked to them with pain all over his body. Xiaowei looked up at his back and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart. What is he going to do?

Those bodies that are about to fall are like remnants in the wind, but they are still walking patiently. One step, two steps... Slowly approaching the bloody road. The evil smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and his eyes were full of brilliance.

"Let me show you the call from hell today." From the bottom of his heart, he wants everyone to remember his beauty at this moment. He will be the brightest star in the night.

The high priest who was competing with Fu Sheng was shocked when he saw Yan Jun's behavior. Originally, the dawn of victory was ahead, but now it was stirred up by this sudden and unexorted words. His teeth rattled with anger, regretting that he didn't kill him just now.

Yan Jun raised the condensed spiritual power with his right hand and deeply inserted it into his front chest. A warm ** flowed out. One or two drops of red ** splashed on his chest and dyed his plain clothes. He even felt that his gorgeous hair was also stained by blood at this time. Gently open the red lips and mutter:

"Bear my heart and blood, sacrifice my soul, Rasha Xuanmen, open it!" With a loud shout, it seemed that tens of thousands of people came with the momentum of shaking the mountain. Then Yan Jun's whole body was like a burning flame dazzling in this night.

"Rozha Xuanmen?" The high priest's palms were sweating, which was more shocked than the drought and thunderstorm he had just experienced. It can be said that this stunt was extraordinary.

"Well?" When Fu Sheng heard the name of the art in a trance, his heart trembled. I wanted to get up and stop it, but my body became heavier and heavier and gradually lost consciousness.

"What does he want to do? Unexpectedly, this technique is used." The demon who watched the battle exclaimed. There was a meaningful expression in his eyes, looking at Yan Jun's firm eyes.

A tall, black gate stood behind him, "Squeak!" The door opened, and a huge soul body appeared in front of them, with a pair of sharp horns on the head, the needles were messy, and the face was as yellow and gray as the body of a skeleton that had just crawled out of the ground. Only the red bloodthirsty eyes on his face were particularly staring straight at all sentient beings. At the same time, a scarlet tongue licked around his mouth for a while, revealing his cold teeth, as if he was going to devour all living things. Its appearance brings endless oppression to everyone. Suppressing all sentient beings like the sky has collapsed. Everything has to be subdued. This is the spirit of death summoned from the top art of the underworld.

Yan Jun slowly raised his right hand and stretched out into the air. His scarlet fingers shook in front of the god of death spirit. The huge body was as excited as if he had seen delicious food. He stretched out his tongue and licked his right hand.

"I killed that person by the order of the contracted soul master." Then he pointed his hand straight to the high priest. At this time, the high priest's body twitched violently and hurriedly withdrew his attack on Fusheng and was on guard.

Fu Sheng disappeared and fell to the ground because of the spell. When he saw the last thing he saw was Yan Jun standing beside him, his face was still angry and he wanted to say a sentence: "It's a matter, I want you to save me." He didn't wait for him to look down and fall into a coma. When Xiaowei saw that Fu Sheng was saved, he hurried over and grabbed him and protected him. Yan Jun was relieved to see that they were unimpeded, so he had nothing to worry about.

"You young man, you are really desperate to destroy yourself and summon such death murderers. Do you want to die with me? You deserve it too!" Although the high priest was talking crazy, he did not dare to underestimate the spirit of death. It's just that he slowly condenses his divine power to prepare for the next fierce battle.

Yan Jun didn't say anything. Zhou's body was burning with red flames, as if he was burning himself little by little. The murderer of death smiled and watched him run towards him with open arms. A force of pulling pulled out of his body. No..." Before the good words were said, a half of the soul was pulled out.

Fortunately, such a powerful technique can only be used once in a lifetime. Because the caster and the god of death make a life-and-death contract at the cost of sacrificing the soul of the caster. After that, their souls become sacrifices to the spirits of the god of death, and there is no longer their existence between heaven and earth, and they disappear forever. Therefore, the power of this technique is more powerful than everything in the world, and only the Lord of the Underworld has the right to open the contract, because their blood and spiritual power are the only keys.

The high priest saw that he was not good, and suddenly exerted his power to pull back his soul. The spirit of death did not show weakness, which provoked his anger and pulled him desperately. There were obvious sweat drips on Yan Jun's head, and his lips were purple and his face was whiter and no longer red. Looking at the unreceptible red flame of his body, he slowly faded. The high priest knew in his heart that as long as he tried to hold him back for a while, he would have nothing to do. At that time, the real soulless person would be him.

If you have made up your mind, you will try your best to control your soul and compete with the spirit of death. Bright red blood flowed from the corners of Yan Jun's mouth, which was so dazzling on his pale face. He looked at Xiaowei in the distance. At this time, Xiaowei also looked at him worriedly.

With Xiaowei's ability and identity, she won't know the meaning of this technique. What will happen next? She doesn't understand? It's just that she has an ominous foreboding in her heart, which is stronger than the last time he sacrificed his life to save him in the underworld. She shook her head desperately to get rid of that idea, and held Fusheng's hand tightly to let him relieve the fear in her heart. But she is still worried.

At this time, the corners of Yan Jun's mouth are still flowing red blood, like flowers blooming and falling on a jade plate. The poignant smile floated and turned his head and no longer looked at their hands. He knotted his hands and whispered:

"Death Seal, Seal!" Suddenly, a divine power passed to the spirit and then swallowed up the tear of the soul that pulled out one-third of the body into the mouth of the god-dead spirit, and disappeared forever. The high priest brazenly only took back the remnant soul that was missing. He stared at them fiercely and dragged their incomplete souls to disappear in front of everyone.

When it was over, Yan Jun couldn't support it anymore and burst into his knees. Xiaowei put down Fusheng and rushed over to help him up. Yan Jun looked up at the endless reluctance and helplessness in her eyes. Death did not disappear and was still waiting for his other harvest, staring at him like a bell. I was afraid that the food that fell into the bowl would run away.

"Let's go and get out of here." He hid all his feelings and only said this lightly, reaching out and pushing her away. This was the first time he treated her so ruthlessly. In the past, he was reluctant to talk to her, but this time he stopped looking at her, and the disgust flowed out of his eyes. Xiao Wei looked at him in astonishment. How could he do this to himself? Once upon a time, he was so gentle, but now. Xiaowei didn't understand the reason, because this man would soon turn into nothingness. He didn't want her to feel guilty for a lifetime. He just wanted to leave her the best memories.

"Would you like to find your floating life? We will never see each other in the future. Why did he become so fast? He can also say this kind of cruel farewell.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiaowei's trembling voice came out, as if he didn't believe what his ears heard.

"I don't want to see you anymore. You only like floating life and I don't want to waste my energy on you. You don't deserve me to do this." A sentence that he didn't even know how to say was so hurtful that it deeply stung Xiaowei and himself. He is no less sad than Xiao Wei because he is not the only one, and Xiao Wei is his only one.

"I will never see you." Xiao Wei smiled sadly, and the shocking beauty crossed his heart. Yan Jun looked at her deeply. There is no more chance. She turned around and left without stopping. If that person were a floating life, would she still be so free and easy? Although her heart hurts, she has nothing to ask for when everyone is safe.

Yan Junhua's divine consciousness tells the unconscious floating life.

"Your Excellency, Yan Jun will leave today and will never see you. I hope that for the sake of saving Xiaowei, I would like to ask you one more thing.

There is a trace of wandering soul in the alien space of the underworld, and now the body is kept by the wandering soul of Pluto. The woman saved me at all costs, and I hope you can help her come back to life. Yan Jun thanked the Lord here first.

"You don't want me to agree. If a man speaks, he must do it. You promised the woman that you can't go on her word. If I don't let you die, you can't do your own things. Under the seemingly calm face of floating eyes, the waveless heart is already surging.

"If you don't agree, you won't agree, right? I can't repay what I owe her forever. The voice was full of regret and reluctance. Except for themselves, no one can hear the communication of each other's consciousness. In the eyes of others, they are still in a coma, and Yan Jun is just a person standing there.

Suddenly, Yan Jun stopped looking at them. He got up and turned into a red spiritual power and a god of death spirit and flew into the Xuanmen. Xiaowei looked at his determined back and where would he go? Why do you want to abandon them and leave by yourself? Rasha Xuanmen "Bangdang!" The heavy shutdown disappeared in front of the crowd. Shut all her questions out of the door, everything is calm, everything is the same as before, everything has never happened...

In the alien space of the underworld, a green figure somewhere in the dark suddenly shines brightly, illuminating this dark land, and then the bright fluorescence turns into wisps of smoke here and disappear forever.

"Oh!" A deep sigh has been lingering in this space for a long time. The old Pluto's calm eyes for ten thousand years finally looked, but what can't be saved?

The inspiration in the underworld is sad, and the red rain in the dark is as clear as his red spiritual power, like the enchanting red petals falling in the breeze, which is more red than Manzhu Shahua.

In the Southern Xinjiang Wild Hall, Xiaowei was still at a loss and was waiting for Yan Jun to come back. Fusheng still didn't wake up in her arms. Qin Feng and others are alone around Xiaowei. Everyone saw the scene just now, which they didn't even dream of. There was no joyful victory on everyone's faces, because the price was too painful. So far, one person is still in a coma and the other is missing. What should they do?

They were still unable to recover in the war just now. At this time, a bad wind came around them. Accompanied by a scream, "Ah!" Yuechen was controlled by the rhinoceros canal, and the handsome demon in white appeared among them.

"Use this little girl." The demon master politely said to them, what is the mantis catching the cicada and the yellow finch? The demon is the real yellow finch and the hunter hidden behind the mantis. Watch the tiger fight on the mountain, and quietly wait for the person who made a profit after both defeats.

All this came so fast that no one realized that the demon master took Yuechen hostage and disappeared in front of them.