012 reliance buckle 2

But unexpectedly, a large number of ghosts rushed in and did not pay attention to the two. They rushed to the high platform and looked at each other on their faces. Yang Zifan asked, "What's going on?" Si Nan shook his head. At the same time, the two turned their heads to look at the high platform.

The ghosts all over the sky poured into Sun Zhangmen's body. Sun Zhangmen's whole body trembled and suddenly jumped up and stood straight on the high platform, like a tree stump, motionless. The scarlet leaning edge buckled blood drop by drop on the stone platform, making a ticking sound, which was indescribably strange in the empty cave.

Suddenly, Sun Zhangmen who stood opened his eyes and turned black. He looked straight at Yang Zifan and Si Nan Xiaoxiao. Yang Zifan was shocked and took a step back, because Sun Zhangmen's eyes were very strange, and there were no white eyelids at all. These black eyes occupied everything, as if he were. It represents the word death. As long as he moves, he will take away his soul. Pa." Sun Zhangmen took a step forward and woke up Yang Zifan. The heart of the nine-leaf green lotus in his body quickly turned, staring at the monster who could no longer be said to be human and could launch an attack at any time.

Sun Zhangmen turned his head slightly and seemed to have not adapted to the changes in his body. Si Nanxiao whispered in Yang Zifan's ear, "No, Yang Zifan, Luo Shangshang is gone."

"What?" Yang Zifan looked at the location of the white clothes. Luo Shangshang was really not in the hands of the white clothes. What on earth happened?

At this time, Sun Zhangmen suddenly stretched out his palm and smiled, and then there seemed to be some changes in his body, and the laughter disappeared. Sun Zhangmen knelt on the ground in pain and hit the ground with one palm.

Suddenly, there was a shaking in the hole, and a strong and oppressing force roared. Yang Zifan was hit hard and flew out. In a daze, he saw that Sun Zhangmen's whole body was trembling violently, and the darkness in front of him fainted.

I don't know how long it took.

"Hey, long life, long life." Yang Zifan heard a man talking to himself and felt that his surroundings were extremely hot, and his head was as heavy as lead. He opened his eyes in a daze. A red body in front of him turned his back to him and chewed something on his hand with relish. The voice was exactly what he made.

Wei Chen tried his best to stand up and shook his head. What he saw was clearer in his eyes. In the field, Sun's mouth was full of blood, but his hand was his incomplete arms. He looked sideways at Yang Zifan. The mask on his face was more red. He opened his mouth and tore off a piece of meat on it. Blood foam splashed all over the ground, and the smell of blood in the hole caused Yang Zifan, who just woke up, had a nausea. Changsheng, hey..." The man's voice was vague. At this time, Yang Zifan was completely awake and looked at a pile of mutilated meat in front of the man. The gorgeous palace uniform is incomplete in the pool of blood, and the pile of flesh and blood is clearly the corpse with leaning buckle in the high platform.

"What the hell are you doing?" Yang Zifan couldn't believe his eyes. He was devouring a body that he didn't know how long he had died.

Sun Zhangmen turned his head and looked at Yang Zifan with a pair of dark eyes. There was a trace of greed in his eyes. He put down the remaining half of his arm in his hand and pointed to Yang Zifan: "Hey, eat this and you can live long after swallowing it! Haha!" With that, he straightened up, and the bones of his whole body chirped. His lower body seemed to be unable to withstand the power of his upper body. With a crack of bones, his body suddenly became half short. Only then did Yang Zifan see clearly that due to some strength, Sun's lower body had completely become bones, and a layer of dead skin wrinkled against his legs. The bone in the knee part had cracked, and he didn't seem to feel any pain. He grabbed a piece of meat from the ground and chewed it in his mouth. There was a faint layer of fluorescence on his lower body, and the cracked knee bone in the fluorescence was intact as before. After licking the last drop of blood on his hand, he seemed to be satisfied. He looked at Yang Zifan and said coldly, "Today, you are mine."

"He is a dead man." Yang Zifan couldn't believe his eyes and once again scolded Master Sun angrily.

Sun Zhangmen grabbed his head, as if his brain was not working well because of some changes. The scarlet mask covered his appearance, and the expression under the mask could not be known: "Is the dead... comparable to immortal...?"

"You!" Yang Zifan was furious and shouted, "Go to hell!" The huge fireball poured out of his hand, and Master Sun tilted his head and looked curiously at the galloping electric ball with no intention of dodging at all.

With a "boom", the fire in the cave was huge, and the fire of the green lotus was right in the chest of the head of Sun. He shouted bitterly, and his demon-like eyes opened violently and shouted strangely, "How dare you hurt me." The fluorescence on his body was frightening, the firelight disappeared in an instant, and a cold and trembling airflow slowly rose from his body.

At this time, Si Nan shook his head, woke up from a coma, and stood up with difficulty. When he saw the situation in the cave clearly, he found that Yang Zifan stood beside him motionlessly. Not far away, Master Sun stood there covered with blood, and the fluorescence on his body was shining, and a cold breath gathered around him more and heavier.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Yang Zifan did not look back and motioned forward, "I'll deal with him later. You take good care of Luo Shangshang." After saying that, he had jumped into the war circle. Master Sun sneered and stood still waiting for Yang Zifan's attack.

Si Nanxiao stretched out his hand to grab Yang Zifan and ask what was going on, but a beast-like roar interrupted his movements. Luo Shangshang did not know when he would appear in the hole again. His eyes turned red and rushed to himself like a complete madness. Si Nanxiao shouted softly, "Fighter, white clothes and dance ." The white clothes turned into a touch of white light and inserted between the two people to block Luo Shang.

On the other hand, Yang Zifan's burning hands had their first contact with Sun Zhangmen. The hot airflow and cold fluorescence collided and set off a layer of waves in the hole. For the first time, Yang Zifan felt that he had the power to block his green lotus fire. Sun Zhangmen smiled strangely and patted it again, and its body emitted The breath is colder than the ice of the Arctic. With a slap, he floats on the high platform and says gloomily, "How can you resist the power of relying on the buckle, soul addiction."

The fluorescent spot floated out of his palm. Yang Zifan stared at the floating light spots and retreated step by step. When the light spot appeared, Yang Zifan felt that the depths of his soul seemed to be touched, and there seemed to be something coming out in his heart, which made him very uncomfortable. .

Fluorescent floated into the air and slowly turned into a mass of light in four colors: red, orange, yellow and gray. Sun said, "There are hundreds of emotions in life. Today, let you taste four of them one by one."

After the words, his thin palm grabbed Yang Zifan in the air. Yang Zifan's heart skipped and looked at the scarlet mask in a daze. His mind was pulled by a force. There was a strange force on the mask that made him unable to break free. A mass of light flew out of the sky, red. Si Nanxiao, who was fighting with Luo Shangshang, saw the situation and knew that things were not good and wanted to rush up to save her. However, at this time, Luo Shangshang stopped him crazily. He was afraid that whenever it was possible to hurt her, he could only stop and had time to withdraw for a moment.

The red air mass fell on Yang Zifan's body. No, to be precise, it fell into Yang Zifan's body. Yang Zifan's muscles trembled, and his confused eyes were a little red. Yang Zifan suddenly clenched his hand, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed. The bean-sized sweat fell to the ground drop by drop. Sun Zhangmen smiled evilly and his voice echoed in the hole.

Si Nanxiao could only look at Yang Zifan's bending body for some reason, opened his eyes angrily and shouted, "Yang Zifan, wake up, wake up."

Yang Zifan didn't seem to hear it at all, and his body began to tremble violently. He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, "Fantasy Star, I killed you, I killed you..." The flame in his hand had ignited. He waved randomly, and his eyes had been replaced by a scarlet light.

The chaotic flames rushed around and hit the rock wall, melting the quartz. Sun Zhangmen continued to smile and looked, as if Yang Zifan's pain had given him great satisfaction.

"Then try the second bullet!" He waved his hand, and the orange gas slowly flew out. Si Nanxiao couldn't stand it anymore and glanced over his head. He knew that he could only save Yang Zifan by subduing Luo Shangshang. He could only bear the pain and look at Yang Zifan's appearance. His hands trembled slightly because of Yang Zifan's crazy shouts. Luo Shangs hands were like knives again. When he attacked, his white clothes came close to him, and a large white ribbon flew out of his body and wrapped Luo Shang's hands.

In the hole, Master Sun smiled more unscrupulously, and a pair of ferocious eyes appeared on the scarlet mask.

The orange light mass fell into Yang Zifan's body again. Yang Zifan suddenly knelt on the ground, and a strange expression began to appear on his angry face. It seemed to be smiling and happy about something.

He looked up and the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled: "Haha...ah ha." He laughed loudly for a moment and shouted angrily for a moment, and different emotions spread over him.

Sun Zhangmen put away his smile and said faintly, "You dare to hurt me, but you have thought about what it looks like now. After humble mortals enjoy soul addiction, your meat is delicious." His tongue gently licked his lips as if recalling some beautiful taste. With another wave of his hand, the yellow and gray balls fell into Yang Zifan's body one after another.

At this time, Yang Zifan had curled up on the ground because he couldn't stand the sadness and joy. He didn't know where he had come. The magic star stood in front of him and wanted to kill him, but there was a strange joy in his mind, as if all the good things in the world were concentrated together. He smiled happily and angry. Hatred the Magic Star King. Then, Qinglin appeared and appeared beside the magic star. She took the ice and looked at herself. Her resentful eyes made his heart ache. He shook his head desperately and said, "It's not me, it's not my hand."