Seeing Zhou Fei vomiting blood, Ling Zhaoyan's tears burst into his eyes.
What is completely different from the previous one is that after the tears poured out of the eye sockets, they were instantly frozen and turned into ice particles, which looked like a pocket-sized pearl from a distance, falling on the grass, which made people think of a sentence. Verse: "Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate."
Ling Zhaoyan didn't dare to approach Zhou Fei, because she was afraid that she would hurt the opponent again.
Now Ling Zhaoyan can't even know it by himself.
Cold and hot, cold and cold tortured her in turns, making her feel bad for life, and death is better than life.
After this situation lasted for about half a time, new changes appeared.
Zhou Fei, who was lying not far away, heard a string of very detailed broken sounds.
It was like the sound of glass cracking.
Kerala's, some harsh, some sour teeth.
Along with the voice, there were changes in Ling Zhaoyan's body.
Under the attack of Zun Ziwei before, Ling Zhaoyan became extremely transparent.
After the yin and cold breath in her body broke out, her body gradually returned to normal.
But now, Ling Zhaoyan's body is divided into two.
The left side is transparent, and the right side is solid.
The same is true on the ground.
The left side seemed to be swept by fire, it was dark, and a faint green smoke rose up.
The right side has been frozen extremely hard, and even a layer of extremely hard ice has formed.
Zhou Fei struggled to stand up, but as long as he moved his whole body, he would fall apart. The pain was terrible. In desperation, he could only continue to lie down, swiftly running aura to adjust his breath.
Xue Yindao was lying next to Zhou Fei, but he no longer had the strength to hold the knife.
Ling Zhaoyan saw Xueyindao.
She stretched out her hand and made a grasping motion, and the Xueyin Knife flew automatically and fell into her hand.
At the moment when Ling Zhaoyan held the knife, an aura spread out from the blade's edge, and went all the way to the outermost part of the coalition army without any hindrance.
The soldiers standing on the periphery immediately felt that their blood was frozen.
A layer of ice scum was also formed on the armor and weapons.
One can imagine how terrible this breath is.
At the same time, the wings behind Ling Zhaoyan were also glowing.
The light was faint at first, but the blink of an eye became extremely dazzling.
The color of this light is strange.
At first glance, you might think that this light is transparent, without any color.
But staring at it for a while will know that this light is black.
Extremely rich black.
Thick
The kind that can't be opened up.
The rays of light formed a beam of light, and then went straight to the sky.
Ziwei Zun has constructed an absolutely pure and bright world, and this world also covers Ling Zhaoyan.
Now, the black beam of light released by Ling Zhaoyan directly penetrated the bright world, and a black hole appeared in the sky. The hole looked like the mouth of a beast, and began to madly devour the surrounding light.
Gradually, a dividing line appeared in the sky.
Light and darkness confront each other in the sky.
Thunder and lightning flashed, and undercurrents surged.
This level of battle has far exceeded the understanding of many people present. Most of the coalition soldiers are followers of the temple, and darkness is the object they need to fight throughout their lives.
So when the black sky appeared, someone couldn't help but yelled: "The devil has come!"
People's herdity is very strong. When one person starts to yell, then more and more people will soon start yelling.
"Demon had arrived!"
"Sir, save us."
"Goddess show up soon."
"The light will last forever, and we are fearless."
"Come on, Devil, kill us all if you have the ability, Guangming can't stop it!"
When hundreds of thousands of people express their opinions at the same time, the level of noise can destroy the world.
"Heart to the light!"
Zun Ziwei said lightly.
These four words instantly suppressed the noise on the scene.
The disciples knelt down once again, facing the direction of the gods.
…
Unlike the panic of the coalition forces, the barbarians seemed very calm.
They also knelt down, but not toward the light, but toward the night.
At Ling Zhaoyan.
This existence that they had been extremely afraid of had now become the only hope for their race to continue.
Or maybe after the Demon King really comes, no one in the Great Wilderness can survive.
But so what
The barbarians have nowhere to escape.
It would be great if he could bury the entire Great Wilderness together.
At least you will not be alone on Huangquan Road.
When the darkness enveloped Zhou Fei, he suddenly felt that his recovery from his injuries had accelerated a lot.
Although he doesn't know the principle, Zhou Fei will never miss this opportunity. As for whether there will be any sequelae, he can't take care of it now.
After feeling the strength of his hands and feet restored, Zhou Fei's first reaction was to run in front of Ling Zhaoyan.
He feels like he's running, but he can't move faster than a tortoise
Where to go.
Every step is very difficult.
But he walked very resolutely.
A little different from Zhou Fei's imagination is that Ling Zhaoyan's situation does not seem to be as bad as he imagined.
Although half transparent and half solid, Ling Zhaoyan's face no longer had the panic and panic before, and the only visible eyes were swollen, and even revealed a look that made Zhou Fei a little bit shy when he looked at it.
Finally, Zhou Fei came to Ling Zhaoyan.
He stretched out his hand to touch Ling Zhaoyan's face.
But the hand stopped halfway through.
There was nothing blocking, but Zhou Fei could no longer stretch his hand forward.
He swallowed and asked, "Are you still Zhaoyan?"
"What do you think?" Ling Zhaoyan's voice changed, becoming a little rough, like a man's voice.
Zhou Fei's first reaction was that the devil came.
"Hurry up."
The original voice that followed Ling Zhaoyan came out again: "I'm about to lose control."
"What the hell is going on?" Zhou Fei asked quickly: "Is he here?"
Ling Zhaoyan said: "I don't know, I don't know. Zhou Fei, hurry up and go. I am still conscious now, otherwise I am afraid that I will hurt you after I lose consciousness."
Zhou Fei's hand stopped in the air finally stretched forward a few inches and touched Ling Zhaoyan's face.
"Are you dumb?"
"Live together, die together."
"I don't want to repeat this, it's kind of silly."
Ling Zhaoyan let out a series of dry smiles: "It's really a bit silly."
Zhou Fei said: "I don't care what you are, get out of Zhaoyan's body smoothly, otherwise I won't let you go."
"You are not old, and your tone is not young." Ling Zhaoyan said: "You are now at the end of the crossbow, even without me, you will die.
Zhou Fei said, "If I die, you won't survive."
"Oh? Why do you say that."
"The carrier is gone, what do you use to rule the world?"
"It's just a shell, I can change it at any time."
"If it's as simple as what you said, would you show it to me now?"
Ling Zhaoyan was silent.
Zhou Fei said: "Let me tell you that this kind of operation of yours is nothing new anymore. There will be a group in later generations who wrote thoroughly about the way people like you come. You belong to the most primitive way of coming. Nothing new. And the carrier is the most important to you. Once determined, there is no way to change it? Am I right?"
Ling Zhaoyan looked at him: "Who are you... on earth?"
(End of this chapter)