Feihong's eyes were still proud when he looked at Xiao Yan, but the moment he saw the mark on Xiao Yan's eyebrows clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank!
"Which avatar of the Evil Lord are you?!"
Feihong's first reaction was not that Xiao Yan could be the Evil Lord, because the fluctuations emanating from Xiao Yan's body could not possibly be the Evil Lord.
"You...get over here!"
Xiao Yan looked at Feihong, frowned, and immediately shouted angrily!
The sound was like thunder, and it exploded like thunder in Feihong's ears. His body was constantly trembling. When facing Xiao Yan, he felt a sense of worship, and even had absolute suppression over him.
"Wait...how could you be the Evil Lord? Impossible!!"
Feihong roared, but his body moved towards Xiao Yan unconsciously, and then he knelt down in front of Xiao Yan with a bang.
At this time, more than a dozen figures in the distance beat the two people to death, and the poison in their bodies spread even more. It seemed to be even more serious than Xiao Yan.
The two were brought to the platform by many figures. These figures were not monsters. They were all controlled by the Feihong in front of them after being poisoned by the poisonous mist.
After the Yinxie man and another lean man came to the platform, they looked at Feihong who was kneeling in front of Xiao Yan. The two of them were completely speechless for a while.
"this……"
"what happened……"
The two of them looked livid as they looked at Xiao Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, and then at Feihong, who was prostrate in front of Xiao Yan.
The four Zhonggu people who were pretending to be dazed had already opened their eyes. The expressions on their wide-eyed faces could easily be described as surprise. The expressions on their faces were completely frozen.
"What are you doing here, why don't you detoxify me!"
Xiao Yan looked at Feihong with cold eyes, and the Eight Desolations Xuanzhong Ruler appeared in his hand, and he patted Feihong's head with one foot.
There was a bang.
He directly slapped Feihong to the ground, and the latter looked at Xiao Yan with a ferocious expression. At this time, Xiao Yan stood up and stepped directly on Feihong's head.
"You're just a clone, who gave you the courage to look at me like this?"
Xiao Yan's voice sounded slowly, and his domineering voice spread even more on the platform.
As soon as the voice came out, Zhong Gu and others were even more shocked. The Evil Lord had quite a reputation. They couldn't believe that Xiao Yan, who had followed them all the way, could be the legendary Evil Lord.
Feihong gritted his teeth and wanted to move his body, but found that he was completely suppressed now and could not resist at all. This was the absolute suppressive power that he only had over his clone.
But in fact, even Xiao Yan himself didn't know it, but the moment he saw Feihong, he felt an invisible suppressive force emanating from the mark of the Evil Lord above his eyebrows.
This kind of repressive force left Feihong with no strength to resist at all. Even though Feihong had actually been taken away by Chimi, his body still belonged to the Evil Lord.
At this time, between Feihong's eyebrows, the mark of the Evil Lord that was exactly the same as Xiao Yan's eyebrows appeared, and his eyes changed as he struggled.
There are now three people on the platform, Xiao Yan, Feihong and Gou Chen. Their eyes look at each other for an instant, as if they have become the same person.
But Xiao Yan did not control Feihong, but ordered Feihong to take away the toxins from his body.
After withdrawing his suppressive power, Feihong's eyes were horrified. When he raised his hand, a layer of black mist surged out from Xiao Yan's body. For a moment, Xiao Yan felt relieved.
However, in addition to being poisoned by the black mist, Xiao Yan also discovered that the snake venom in his body was also separated by Feihong.
There was a faint flash of light in Xiao Yan's eyes. It seemed that Feihong was very good at toxins. This was good news for him.
At this time, Xiao Yan also released the clone of the original god, and then gave orders to Feihong again.
"There are also toxins in his body." Xiao Yan said.
"I don't know who he is. I can't cure this poison." Feihong said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yan raised his hand and slapped him.
"Who is discussing with you?" Xiao Yan said coldly.
Feihong saw five bright red finger prints on his face. He was furious, but as soon as he looked at Xiao Yan, a black shadow roared towards him.
The Bahuang Xuanzhong Ruler was carried by the strong wind and swatted at him again.
Feihong now understood that although Xiao Yan would not kill him, if he still dared to disobey, he would probably be beaten continuously.
Feihong struggled to get up, but he lost his temper and obediently untied the toxins from the body of the original god.
"Brother, there are us... us!!"
At this time, Long Biao's voice came from behind Xiao Yan, and the four Zhonggu people's faces were ashen, they were all seriously poisoned.
Xiao Yan nodded, and Feihong could only pull out the poisonous mist from the four people. The four people who had detoxified immediately let out a sigh of relief. Without Xiao Yan's help, the four people broke free of the golden threads that bound them.
The strength of these golden threads is not very strong. What is strong is the toxins that are sucked into the body, making them unable to exert their strength and always feeling drowsy.
Watching the four people detoxify Xiao Yan, he felt very sorry in his heart. If this Feihong was real and could become his clone, then perhaps the physical body's weakness of fear of poison could be solved.
It's a pity that the ancient gate and the vast world are all half-real and half-illusory.
By now Xiao Yan has felt a lot, as well as the entire ancient world of immortals and demons itself.
"I think that the great realm within the ancient gate is already a reflection of the ancient realm of immortals and demons. The entire world has actually fallen long ago. The rapid loss of resources is definitely not just a problem of the world barrier itself."
"It is even possible that there is a problem with the ancient world of immortals and demons itself, which caused the world barrier to break."
"The current ancient world of immortals and demons is nothing more than a mirror, and most of them are illusory existences. Saving this world is... difficult."
Xiao Yan murmured in his heart and had a new judgment on this.
"Teach me your poison control skills." Xiao Yan looked at Feihong and said.
Feihong gritted his teeth, his eyes showed tenacity, and he could see the powerlessness that he wanted to resist.
He didn't want to hand it over, so Xiao Yan raised his hand in order to beat him again. With such strength, it would only be painful at most and would not pose any threat to his life.
But during this beating scene, other people on the platform had complicated expressions.
"You're just an evil lord. Who in our great world would allow you to be so arrogant!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came, and Xiao Yan was shocked. This strong sense of crisis was exactly the same as the look from the sky when he entered this place before!
As the voice slowly came, a figure seemed to appear out of thin air. As it took steps, its figure changed from illusory to solid, and appeared in front of the others.
Looking at the figure in front of him, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly shrank.
"Chimi?"
Looking at the appearance of the figure in front of me, he is at least seventy-nine similar to Chiya!
Mainly between the eyebrows, as well as the eyes and the expression on the face, Xiao Yan recognized it at a glance.