Without his weapon, Xuanyuan Yao simply used his bare hands, raised his sword finger to stop the blood flow on his chest, and then used the luck of his body to use strong airflow to separate the poisonous arrows coming from the wind.

His clothes were fluttering in the wind, and the poisonous arrows fell to the ground with a clang as if they had hit transparent glass the moment they came within a short distance of him.

With his body shaped like lightning, Xuanyuan Yao moved freely in the rain of arrows, and strands of black hair brushed his cheeks, floating past like a god.

At this moment, although he lost a lot of blood, he did not hesitate in his actions. He just wanted to go faster and faster. But because of this moment, he didn't know whether Murong Qianqian was also in danger.

If she were like him, she would most likely not be able to protect herself when faced with numerous traps. Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yao couldn't help but speed up.

After passing the poisonous arrow area, he regained some of his internal strength, but due to excessive consumption, his throat felt sweet and a stream of blood gushes out of his mouth.

He wiped the corners of his lips and was about to move forward, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

The gauze dress, the color of a peach blossom, and her waist-length hair are as smooth as seaweed, making her skin whiter than snow.

"Yao Yao, are you in pain?" Murong Qianqian frowned and asked nervously.

"I don't feel pain," Xuanyuan Yao took a step forward excitedly and opened his arms, "Qianqian, you're okay..." However, he just jumped away, and there was no figure of Murong Qianqian in front of him.

"Yao Yao, I'm here~" A silver bell-like laughter came from behind.

Xuanyuan Yao turned around and saw Murong Qianqian standing behind him, with a charming smile on her charming face.

"You are not Qianqian!" Xuanyuan Yao's face darkened and he looked at the woman in front of him coldly.

"Yao Yao, why isn't she Qianqian?" Murong Qianqian raised the corners of her eyes mischievously, making a scolding expression, "But you don't recognize her after seeing her for a while, and you still say you love her."

"Who are you?" Xuanyuan Yao clenched his fingers, ready to take action at any time.

Murong Qianqian suddenly transformed and turned into the appearance of Xuanyuan Yao. However, she had long silver hair and wore a black robe like a curtain.

Toshiyan was still the same, but the aura around him seemed to be coming from hell, or in other words, it was like Shura sweeping back after stepping on a corpse, and the surrounding air instantly dropped a few degrees.

"Haha, who am I?" The silver-haired man in black suddenly laughed, his sinister laughter hovering in the stone room, "Xuanyuan Yao, I am you~"

"Nonsense!" Xuanyuan Yao tiptoed and flew forward.

The palm wind struck out, but the man in black with silver hair did not dodge, but remained motionless to receive his attack. However, when the palm wind hit him, Xuanyuan Yao's body froze.

"Pfft~", a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Xuanyuan Yao covered his chest and looked at the man in black with silver hair in disbelief, "How is it possible? How could this happen?"

The silver-haired man in black smiled coldly, "Haha, I am you, you are me, no matter what you do to me, you are hurting yourself."

Xuanyuan Yao: "..."

The silver-haired man in black laughed conspiratorially, "After waiting for hundreds of years, you are finally back. The demon soul has been guarding your return here. Haha~ The demon king can finally be reborn."

As these words slowly hovered in the sky, the phantom in front of him became more and more misty, until when the words fell, the phantom of the man in black and silver hair could no longer be seen at all.

Xuanyuan Yao felt a splitting headache. He pressed lightly against the cold stone wall. There were vague images in his mind that were fleeting, but he couldn't remember anything.

He gritted his silver teeth, no matter whether the illusion just now was true or false, he just wanted to find Murong Qianqian and see her safe.

Qiang picked up his steps, Xuanyuan Yao held on to the stone wall and was about to move forward, but the next second, the ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and a burst of flames burst out.

In just the blink of an eye, without even having time to react, Xuanyuan Yao's entire body was swallowed up in the sea of ​​fire, leaving only a burning flame in front of him.

Without thinking too much, Xuanyuan Yao quickly dodged to avoid it, but the sea of ​​​​fire seemed to be endless, spreading around him, and the fire became more and more intense.

The hot air and the flames were like wild beasts devouring every inch of the body's flesh and bones. Among the "crackling" sounds were the sounds of clothes and hair being set on fire.

The pain, the pain of being burned by the fire dragon, made his whole body seem to turn into ashes in an instant, and his breathing gradually became weak.

Xuanyuan Yao staggered a few steps. He felt that he could not escape the sea of ​​fire, but how could he give up at this moment? His beauty was still waiting for him.

Therefore, even if he is burned to ashes, he will give his last breath. As long as he can see that Murong Qianqian is safe and sound, he can feel at ease.

The thought flashed through Xuanyuan Yao's mind, and he felt that the flames of the sea of ​​fire seemed to have suddenly changed in an instant. He frowned, and immediately understood that it was an illusion.

Perhaps he could see through this layer, and even though the flames were burning wantonly, the tongues of flames coming from him couldn't get close to him, and they only ran wildly around him.

After a while, the fire gradually extinguished, and was replaced by a darkness that was so dark that it looked like an abyss, and the body began to fall downwards.

Xuanyuan Yao thought that concentration was an illusion again, but when he thought this, the situation in front of him did not change at all, and he realized that the situation was different.

While pulling out another spare long sword from his waist, trying to pierce it into the stone wall to stabilize his falling body, he also pricked up his ears to listen to the movements around him, at least to identify what kind of mechanism this was.

It's a pity that this abyss is like a black hole in the universe. There are no stone walls around it, and there is no sound around it. The only thing is the danger that cannot be ignored.

I don’t know how long I have been falling, but countless ferocious faces appeared in front of my eyes, like those fierce ghosts at the Ghost Festival, floating around quickly in front of me.

The difference is that these phantoms are many times more powerful than ghosts. They seem to be demons. Because they want to increase their magic power, they try to devour stronger souls to practice.

Xuanyuan Yao wielded his long sword to split those demons, but these demons were not ordinary demons, but demon souls that had been imprisoned for thousands of years. Their bloodthirsty level was self-evident.

His body was scratched in several places, black blood flowed from the wounds, and it began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuanyuan Yao had never encountered such a powerful demon, and he was seriously injured, so he was already exhausted. In the weightless situation, he was already at a disadvantage.
Chapter completed!