Yong Yan's consciousness finally failed to escape Zhou Fei's sea of consciousness.
At the moment he was about to leave, he was caught by that terrible force.
"No!" Yong Yan opened his eyes fiercely, panic in his gray pupils.
He tried hard to get his hand back, but the hand and Zhou Fei's body were already integrated, and he couldn't get it.
Yong Yan didn't know what was going on. He only knew that Zhou Fei had an extremely terrifying and powerful consciousness in his body, and that consciousness could swallow everything.
Including himself.
In an instant, Yong Yan felt his aura rushing around Fei's body continuously.
He let out a scream again, and the other hand pushed Zhou Fei vigorously, trying to push him away from his body. After trying to no avail, he grabbed his wrist and pulled back desperately.
Still in vain.
The passing of the aura is extremely terrifying. After a few breaths, the aura has gone out of ten, and Yong Yan felt a great horror.
He recalled the fear of being dominated by Zhou Fei.
I also recalled the terrible experience of being a waste material.
"No, no, no!" Yong Yan yelled, and when he was about to break his wrist, Zhou Fei opened his eyes.
It was a pair of black eyes, and there were no whites of the eyes, and there was a black mist floating out at the corner of the eyes.
This blackness is like the purest universe.
Before Yong Yan recovered, Zhou Fei rushed over and hugged him directly.
Then, he bit his neck in one bite.
Teeth tore the epidermis, blood gushing into Zhou Fei's mouth, and he began to swallow it in big mouths.
Yong Yan trembled all over, rolling frantically on the ground, trying to push Zhou Fei away.
However, Zhou Fei at this time had no autonomous consciousness at all. He entangled Yong Yan like an octopus, devouring his blood crazily.
It's like a vampire in a horror story.
Despair once again enveloped Yong Yan, and he regretted it very much now.
I knew that I shouldn't be so greedy, to pry into the depths of Zhou Fei's consciousness.
What is that thing
In fact, Yong Yan was also familiar with the things in Zhou Fei's body.
Because he has it himself.
Secret Record of Heaven!
This thing that has been hidden in Zhou Fei’s body, but has not been used, is rescued at the most critical time.
Zhou Fei was killed.
What Yong Yan was holding was just a book, but Zhou Fei occupied the "source" of the secret record of the heavenly path.
Zhou Fei continued to breathe until she couldn't breathe.
Then he rolled aside.
The belly is visibly bulging.
There was still blood on the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, Yong Yan was completely thinner, and the original Fengsheng handsome man became skinny.
He supported the ground with both hands and backed hard, trying to stay away from the devil Zhou Fei as much as possible.
Zhou Fei seemed to have fallen into a coma again, unconsciously smacking the corners of his mouth, as if reminiscing the taste of blood.
Yong Yan's move of taking a half step back stopped.
Although Zhou Fei sucked most of the spiritual energy away, Zhou Fei is obviously the most vulnerable now, but he still has the ability to act.
Why not take this opportunity to kill Zhou Fei!
Those lost auras can be returned through practice sooner or later.
Yong Yan raised his hand tremblingly, and once again summoned his natal Pear Flower.
The previous pear flower was blood red and blood red, but this pear flower was completely white.
It's not that Yong Yan's strength has changed again, but that he has no extra aura to maintain the true posture of Pear Flower.
"Go!" Yong Yan shouted strenuously, and Li Hua flew in front of Zhou Fei swayingly.
This speed is a little faster than that of a snail crawling.
Yong Yan's eyes stared at Pear Flower, as long as he reached Zhou Fei's side, he could detonate Pear Flower and kill Zhou Fei.
"Hurry up, hurry up." Yong Yan let out a low growl like a beast.
Ewha will finally be in front of Zhou Fei.
Yong Yan also stood up, preparing for the final fatal blow.
At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky, directly hitting Yong Yan's natal Lihua, crushing it to pieces.
Yong Yan spit out blood.
Then he saw Ling Zhaoyan appear next to Zhou Fei.
The Guardian Knights also hurried over.
Of the sixty guardian knights, there are only less than fifteen members left!
Ling Zhaoyan's strength was so terrifying.
Ling Zhaoyan checked Zhou Fei's vital characteristics, then glanced at Yong Yan, and left with Zhou Fei in his arms.
"What are you doing in a daze, rushing to kill them." Yong Yan pointed to the direction where the two of them had left, and roared loudly.
The success of the Apostolic Knights
The members could not violate Yong Yan's order.
So two more people rushed forward.
The rest took Yong Yan to escape.
The two who rushed out never thought about being able to fire.
A complete group of sixty people couldn't stop Ling Zhaoyan, let alone two people.
The fact is also true.
The two were quickly beheaded by Ling Zhaoyan.
The fierce battle in front of the temple came to an end.
The blood all over the floor proved the ferocity of the battle just now.
But it will soon be washed away by rain.
No one knows that there was a battle between the most famous young man in Dahuang once, and the most famous young man in Dahuang now.
No one knows that the sword idiot from Dingjian Pavilion, one pick sixty!
…
Zhou Fei opened his eyes and saw a concerned face.
There is still a trace of blood on the left cheek.
Tears hung on her lower eyelids, and they might drip down at any time.
Zhou Fei opened his mouth, but made no sound.
The tears finally rolled off, directly into Zhou Fei's mouth.
Salty, astringent.
"You finally woke up." Ling Zhaoyan said with tears.
Zhou Fei couldn't speak, so he smiled back.
"You won't be troubled Zhou Fei, I won't let you trouble." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei squeezed Ling Zhaoyan's hand, which was the only movement he could currently do.
Then he looked around and found that he was actually in the carriage.
Ling Zhaoyan explained: "The horse came by myself. I went back and picked it up for you and put it on the carriage."
Zhou Fei said two words with his mouth, "Thank you."
"You'd better sleep first." Ling Zhaoyan said: "Your physical exertion is too serious and you need a long rest."
Zhou Fei nodded, and soon fell asleep again.
Ling Zhaoyan slowly put him in the soft quilt, and then covered him with the quilt.
Then he came to the outside of the car, grabbed the whip, and gently beat it on the horse's back.
"Let's go." Ling Zhaoyan murmured.
Zhou Fei now needs a lot of medicinal materials to nurse him.
There is no shortage of professional pharmacies for the slightly larger temples.
Ling Zhaoyan is going to such a place.
If those monks refuse to give it.
Then use a sword.
(End of this chapter)