don't call me devil

Zhou Xiaoyi nodded heavily, wiped away his tears, grabbed Ren Jie's big hand, and was pulled up from the ground by him.

"The price... Paid! The

price of the Demon Demon was once again paid by Zhou Xiaoyi's tears.

The person was saved, but the matter was not over yet, the old man surnamed Kong didn't hold back his fart, and it was too cheap to cut his neck.

was about to impose another just verdict on him, but after looking around, he didn't find Kong Huaicai.

Obviously, he took advantage of the chaos to run, although the blue lover was deadly, but Kong Huaicai drank the lake water, and the poison could not kill him, it could only make him miserable.

Not only Kong Huaicai is gone, but even Yunxi is gone, and the two don't know where to go.

Ren Jie, who couldn't find anyone to clean up, could only grab the black bricks with his black hands and continue to assist Beifeng to beat Yang Yan.

At this moment, Yang Yan couldn't stand it at all, and if she continued like this, she would only be left with a dead end.

He shouted anxiously: "Don't step on the horse and don't care about any spirits, come and save me!" Wang Yi! "

Barton, Xuan, take this old fellow away quickly, if I die, you won't think of anything."

If you die here, it will be useless to get your spirit, and the important thing at the moment is not to have a spirit, but to find a way to save your life first.

If it weren't for Ren Jie patting his black bricks on the side, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Xuan Lu wanted to go over to support, but this time, Lianxiang didn't let him go, and grabbed him to prevent him from going to make trouble.

Barton didn't want to fight Beifeng anymore, but under Wang Yi's threat, he could only rush to the wolf.

Beifeng ignited the roaring wolf smoke, and immediately wrapped Barton, and the surroundings were pitch black, blocking all his vision, and then flew a glance at Ren Jie.

Where does Ren Jie not know what it means?

Just as Barton was about to perform a great collapse and clear the beacon smoke, a black hand grabbed the black brick, broke through the smoke screen and went straight to Barton's head to slap it.

Patton is a spirit, how does he not know the power of this brick?

Yang Yan was slapped by it?

Immediately, the golden statue stood and completely wrapped it

, but with a "boom", the statue was blown up by the black brick on the spot, and the brick still fell firmly on Barton's head.

It was immediately sealed and extinguished.

(ཀథ益థ)σ "Ren Jie! Your uncle! I'm just... Poof~"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped into the ground by Beifeng.

Hitting one is a fight, and hitting two is also a fight?

Ren Jie smiled evilly:

"I'll say hello to you on behalf of my uncle, what's wrong with your uncle?"

So a tragic scene was born, the old and the young cooperated seamlessly, Beifeng gave Ren Jie a cigarette, Ren Jie slapped the black brick with his black hand and attacked it, one shot at a time.

And Beifeng caught these two goods and beat them to death, and Jiang Jiu and Li Nuoyan who watched them hit the spirit.

After a while, Ren Jie knocked down two seventh-order fates with bricks.

If they hang here today, do they have a direct relationship with you?

Wang Yi watched as Barton was also slapped with black bricks, and his face was completely gloomy.

"Tsk~ What else can you do with this waste?"

After that, he wanted to withdraw to support Yang Yan, and if he delayed for a while, Yang Yan would die!

However, Qi Mo dodged and stopped in front of Wang Yi, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and even the Peking Opera mask on his face was torn, and he was full of embarrassment.

But those inky eyes were full of determination.

"This body stands horizontally, and the ink knife has no edge, but it is enough to stop you!"

As he spoke, the ink knife pointed directly at Wang Yi.

I saw Wang Yi pause, two green tendons burst on his forehead, and his eyes became more and more cold.

"You forced me, without the president, there would be no me Wang Yi today!"

"When I was most helpless, it was the elder who pulled me, otherwise I would have been burned to death by the people of the Heavenly Gate Church..."

As he spoke, the demonic aura on Wang Yi's body was steaming, and countless ghosts broke away from the ghost-fearing corps and wrapped around him.

"You know what? Ever since I became a Demon Pact, I have never turned on the Demonization, because I can't pay the price of the Demon..."

"My contract is to fear the Heavenly Demon, and the price is to do something that I fear the most!"

"And what scares me the most in the world... There is only death..."

"But... It doesn't matter... This debt is owed by my king! I

saw Wang Yi's eyes turn into a dazzling orange-red color.

"Demonization On: Unspeakable Fear!"

the indescribable and terrifying

orange-eyed dreaded ghost burst out from Wang Yi's body, pulling out a pitch-black canopy of heaven and heading straight towards Qi Mo's wrap.

Even Wang Yi's body completely melted into the darkness and turned into fear itself...

The world in Qi Mo's eyes was pitch black, and as far as the eye could see, there was only darkness.

There was a chuckle and sorrow echoing in his ears, and at this moment, he seemed to have come to a void and dark space.

Countless orange-eyed ghosts spawned in the darkness, without a fixed shape, like waves surging towards Qi Mo...

Fear is invisible, indescribable, indescribable....

At this moment, Qi Mo burst out of his own strength, waving the ink knife in his hand non-stop, and killing the ghosts who would commit crimes one by one.

But there is no end to the killing, and Qi Mo's power is being consumed little by little.

And at this moment, there seemed to be a sound of wind chimes in the darkness, Qi Mo was stunned, and he saw a figure in a trance in the infinite fear of ghosts, a figure that he had dreamed of for twenty-seven years.

She was wearing jeans, a white hooded sweatshirt, a ponytail, her hands in her sweater pockets, and she looked at Qi Mo with a smile...

Qi Mo muttered:

"Meng'er..."

, but the figure only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared.

It was in a trance at this moment, and the huge orange-eyed ghost pounced and bit Qi Mo's shoulder fiercely, blood splattered.

Qi Mo's forehead was bruised, and the ink knife slashed upward, turning the ghost into a splash of black ink, splashing everywhere....

Then he turned around and slashed at the ghosts behind him.

However, at the moment when the ink knife was about to fall, the ghost in front of him was no longer a ghost, but turned into Chen Meng's figure, standing in front of Qi Mo.

I saw that her white sweatshirt had been stained red with blood, and her chest had been pierced by an ink knife, and the handle of the ink knife was holding her hand...

Chen Meng held the ink knife in both hands, blood gushed out of his mouth, and a sad smile on his face...

"I want to live... There will always be good things to happen. "

Falling in love with you... It's the greatest luck in my life..."

Between the words, Chen Meng's body has gradually turned into ink, dyed by the ink knife...

Tears flowed out of Qi Mo's eyes at once, and the sword light under his chopping stopped in mid-air, shaking his head and retreating:

"No... No... Dreams... My dream..."

However, it was not Chen Meng at all in front of him, but a fear of ghosts, and Qi Mo's body was suddenly pierced by more than a dozen ghost thorns...

Blood rushes....