Whoosh whoosh!

A few dark shadows flashed past in the sky.

The person who took the lead was none other than the general under the Evil Bone Demon Lord, Mo Beikang.

"Damn it, that little bastard ran pretty fast. How could he have disappeared in such a short time?"

Mo Beikang glanced around, only to find that his group had completely lost sight of Yan Jinghong, and even his breath seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Master Kuang, that kid is accompanied by a seriously injured old guy. He can't run far, so he must be hiding!"

A demon with a green face and fangs said in a gloomy tone.

"That makes sense!"

Mo Beikang's eyes narrowed and he said in a cold voice: "Everyone is searching separately. I don't believe that we can't find that little bastard!"

"yes!"

All of a sudden, Mobei Kuang's demons spread out in all directions, conducting a blanket search across the mountain and forest.

And just as the green-faced ghost guessed, Yan Jinghong and the seriously injured Emperor Dutian couldn't escape far at all.

In a hidden cave, Yan Jinghong and Emperor Dutian were hiding here.

Although Yan Jinghong temporarily used the illusion of surveying the sky to refract the light from the entire cave outward, so when looking from a high place, he would only see the reflected mirror image in the distance and would not be able to notice that there was another cave here.

However, if you conduct a blanket search, sooner or later you will be found here.

At this moment, Emperor Dutian has been eroded by demonic energy, and a large amount of evil bone demonic energy has accumulated in his internal organs.

Although he used magic to suppress it, his face became weaker and weaker.

He was already almost exhausted. Even if he lived in seclusion in the mountains, he would not have many more years to live.

Now, having suffered such a heavy blow, even if Xiaodie helps him absorb the demonic energy from his body, he may not be able to survive this disaster.

I saw Xiaodie sitting very quietly next to Emperor Dutian, gently holding up his palm, biting Emperor Dutian's wrist, and began to flow through his blood, constantly absorbing the essence from Emperor Dutian's body.

Demonic energy.

However, this process may take a long time.

At this moment, Emperor Dutian's complexion turned blue and black, sometimes he was shaking and sometimes twitching. The evil bone demonic energy was corroding his internal organs. The pain of disintegrating and eating away from the inside was almost unbearable.

language to describe.

However, Emperor Dutian was able to endure the silence all the time, and he was considered a tough guy.

"Boy, let's go. The pursuers will find this place sooner or later..."

Emperor Dutian's body was soaked with cold sweat, but his eyes were still firm and resolute, "I have lived a full life, and even when I die, I don't want to drag others down!"

"Don't worry, I will give up on you when I have to. But, it's not just yet."

Yan Jinghong's expression was dull, as if he had said something irrelevant.

If Ling Feng hadn't entrusted him with Emperor Dutian and asked him to take Emperor Dutian away, he would naturally not take this burden with him.

He has never been a good person, everything he does is based on his own preferences.

"You are... very honest."

Emperor Dutian smiled with difficulty. He had lived through his entire life and met countless people. He had seen all kinds of people.

"Don't waste your energy talking, it will only waste your own energy."

Yan Jinghong looked solemn. While observing the situation of Emperor Dutian, he also had to always be wary of outside disturbances.

With his current strength, if he encounters Mo Beikuan's group of monsters, he will almost certainly die.

All he can hope for now is that Xiaodie can expel the demonic energy from Emperor Dutian's body as soon as possible. In this way, with him and Emperor Dutian joining forces, they may be able to break through the tight encirclement.

"I'm just afraid. If you don't speak up, I may not have a chance in the future."

Emperor Dutian held his chest, and there was still thick black smoke rising from it.

Not only did the wound emit a strong stench, it even began to fester and ooze pus.

His magic power seems to be beginning to be unable to suppress the demonic energy of the evil bones.

Although Xiaodie has tried her best, Emperor Dutian's condition seems to be more serious than expected.

After all, from the time Yan Jinghong took him to the cave, the flow of Qi and blood had spread the demonic Qi to his internal organs.

Even if Ling Feng were here, I'm afraid there would be no way to save him.

Emperor Dutian seemed to have expected this. There was no fear or pain in his eyes, but he looked very relaxed.

"Cough cough cough..."

Emperor Dutian coughed violently several times, and the blood he coughed up turned as black as ink.

Sizzle!

The blood sprayed on the ground, and it was like poisonous acid, burning the ground black.

The evil bone demonic energy is indeed terrifying!

Yan Jinghong frowned. It seemed that Emperor Dutian might not be able to survive this test.

In this case, I should leave before those demons notice it.

"Boy, you... come here..."

Emperor Dutian glanced at Yan Jinghong feebly and leaned against the rock wall of the cave. His life had obviously come to an end.

"Senior, do you have any last words to say?"

Yan Jinghong took a deep look at the Emperor Dutian and walked from the entrance of the cave to the Emperor Dutian.

Although he had no feelings for Emperor Dutian, such a powerful man who was once famous throughout the world unexpectedly ended up in such a miserable ending.

Even though he had already taken life and death lightly, Yan Jinghong inevitably felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Put...your hand over."

Yan Jinghong nodded and stretched out his hand, no doubt that he was there.

Perhaps Emperor Dutian still has some relics that he wants to give to his descendants.

However, just when Yan Jinghong stretched out his hand in front of Emperor Dutian, Emperor Dutian summoned the last strength from nowhere, suddenly raised his hand, and pressed Yan Jinghong's wrist tightly.

.

"you……"

Yan Jinghong's expression changed, and he stared at Emperor Dutian in surprise.

"Don't...resist..."

Emperor Dutian said feebly: "I... After a thousand years of cultivation, I feel unwilling to fall short of my achievements like this. Boy, it is probably God's will. When the end of my life is approaching, you are the only one by my side. Old... I will

I will plant this magical seed that I have spent thousands of years to condense into your body to help...help you advance...to advance half a step..."

Just as Emperor Dutian said, he was peeling out the only mana seed in his body that had not been eroded by the demonic energy bit by bit, and then transferred it into Yan Jinghong's body.

"this……"

Yan Jinghong took a deep breath. Although Emperor Dutian's move caught him a bit unexpectedly, he responded quickly.

Although stripping away the mana seed would undoubtedly hasten the death of Emperor Duten.

But as he said, he had practiced hard for thousands of years, and it was a pity that he died like this.

In this case, I can only accept his kindness.

The process of transmitting the mana seeds did not last long, and was over in less than thirty breaths.

And after the mana seed was completely implanted into Yan Jinghong's Dantian Qi sea, Emperor Dutian's aura also completely withered.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood stained with demonic energy spurted out wildly. Emperor Dutian's body became rickets and shrank. He used to have a childish face and a strong body, but now he was like a handful of dead wood, his body was broken and his bones were broken.

His hair had turned into withered yellow grass, and his face was horribly decayed, and the whole person looked like a skeleton.

"Little... boy..."

He raised his hand with difficulty, trying to catch Yan Jinghong.

Yan Jinghong tightened his fists and reached out to grasp his palm tightly, "Senior, do you have any other instructions?"

"You...now possess...my mana seed, so...you are my descendant. Everything in my spiritual ring...belongs to you."

"Thank you, senior!"

Yan Jinghong held the palm of Emperor Dutian tightly, his eyes were slightly red. Although he did not have much interaction with this old man, at this moment, he had an inexplicable urge to cry.

"You still... still call me senior?"

"Master! From now on, you are my master!"

When Emperor Dutian was dying, no matter how unsophisticated Yan Jinghong was, he did not want Emperor Dutian to die with hatred.
To be continued...