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Chapter 85 Who else do you want to arrest?

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Tang Ling retracted his palm, and everything just happened kept going back and forth in his mind.

She seemed to have returned to Xiao Hei's memory. At that time, they were in Nangong Ling's body together, watching him grow up from childhood to adulthood. During this period, all kinds of things passed by her like a revolving lantern, until the last four of them rode in a awning.

The ship goes away.

Everything passed by extremely quickly in a short period of time, filling Tang Ling's mind, forming a huge ball, suddenly falling into the sea of ​​consciousness, and instantly stirring up thousands of waves.

The originally calm sea of ​​consciousness became frantic in the blink of an eye. The bud in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness was beaten by the waves, making a violent sound like a heart beating, "Plop! Plop! Plop!", echoing in the sea of ​​consciousness. The sound wave was huge.

, as if this vast sea of ​​consciousness will be shaken up in the next second.

The warm space around him gradually became colder, and the outer shell of Nangong Ling gradually became transparent, as if it would break at the touch of a touch.

Yuan Yulang was the first to discover something was wrong with Tang Ling.

He also saw those revolving lanterns just now, which seemed to be the memories of the demon named Nangong Ling.

This is a very magical feeling. The memories of such a long life are compressed into a few short minutes, and appear in my mind one by one, as if I were personally there.

He couldn't help but be moved.

After the revolving door ended, he subconsciously wanted to see the reactions of the other two people, but what he never expected to see was Tang Ling half-kneeling on the ground, holding her chest tightly and gasping for air.

"Tang Ling! Tang Ling! What's wrong with you?"

Wei Zhiming had been staying where he was without any movement. Yuan Yulang was worried that something might be wrong with him, so he quickly called out, "Wei Zhiming!"

Wei Zhiming raised his head, and there seemed to be crystal water flashing in the corners of his eyes.

Yuan Yulang was startled, "Are you crying?"

Wei Zhiming said nothing and turned his attention to the outside world.

"It's going to disappear." He looked at the weak body protecting the three people. Outside the body was a monk with red eyes and a fierce face, about to break through the obstacle and break in.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Wei Zhiming's forehead, and he clenched the weapon he took out from the storage bag.

Yuan Yulang also took out the talisman and frowned, thinking quickly about how to escape.

However, one idea after another popped up in my mind, but they were all cut off.

No, not even.

Yuan Yulang's heart had never been so desperate.

Ever since he started cultivating immortality, he never thought that one day he would be eaten by the same kind or saved by a different kind.

At this moment, several piercing crow calls suddenly came from the night.

At first, none of the monks noticed.

It wasn't until the crows became louder and more frequent that the monk followed the sound and raised his head, only to suddenly scream out.

"Those...what are those!"

More and more monks stopped fighting and looked up.

I saw dozens of people in black cloaks appearing in the pitch-black night. They were all dressed in uniforms, and they all covered the upper half of their faces with black hoods. If it weren't for the pale lower jaw that was the only one exposed, they would have almost completely disappeared.

Melting into the night, they flew silently and neatly from mid-air, and stopped in an instant above the heads of the monks.

A red evil aura that was so strong that it could not be dispersed instantly filled the crowd.

The thick red color flowed slowly like blood, but it firmly nailed the bodies of all the monks in place, and no one made any movement for a moment.

The monks seemed to see an endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a hell on earth.

How many people do you need to kill to build up this kind of evil spirit?

Everyone thought in unison.

"...Black...Black King of Hell!"

The knowledgeable monk took the lead and spoke without even lowering his voice.

"Is he the Black King of Hell from Fengdu?"

"Why are they here?"

The leader, an extraordinarily tall and strong Black King of Hell, took a step out of the air and lifted his hood. The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a head of fluffy silver-white hair, which was thick and stiff and spread out like explosive hair.

After the hair was removed, everyone noticed that the owner had a face with sharp edges like a knife, with strong features, but a fierce look in his eyes, and he looked like he was not easy to mess with.

"Humph, that kid has run out of energy, why did he ask us to come here?" The silver-haired man snorted, dissatisfied.

Yuan Yulang discovered that he was looking in his own direction.

No, it's not the three of them, but Nangong Ling who is still protecting them and has not disappeared.

"You...what are you going to do?" A monk asked boldly.

"Huh?" The silver-haired man turned his head and glanced at the monk who was speaking. For some reason, the monk suddenly fell to his knees with a "pop" and his whole body was shaking.

"Let's arrest the demon who escaped from Fengdu." The silver-haired man looked away and said in a rough voice.

"Devil? Is it Nangong Ling?"

The silver-haired man nodded.

"That's with us!"

Seeing that the silver-haired man didn't seem as vicious as he saw, more and more monks made a sound.

"We are also trying to eradicate that demon together!"

"we--"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a low roar coming from the direction of Wei Zhiming. As soon as everyone turned their eyes, a black figure suddenly appeared from nowhere, instantly taking Tang Ling and the others away from their place and towards the crowd.

He left with a "whoosh".

A monk who reacted quickly was about to catch up with him, and the red evil spirit immediately wrapped around him. The monk only had time to let out a short and sharp scream, and he was suddenly bathed in fire, and was burned to ashes as easily as tissue paper.

After that, several people set out, but all of them were trapped by the evil spirit.

It ranges from burns to ashes in severe cases. What's more, the moment it comes into contact with the evil spirit, it immediately lies down in pain, shouting hoarsely on the ground, not knowing what it saw through the evil spirit.

The silver-haired man let out a light "tsk", "Being burned to ashes so easily shows that he is a group of people with weak will."

The monks who wanted to move behind were instantly frightened and did not dare to move.

With this hesitation, the three people taken away by the men in black disappeared without a trace.

"Ran!"

The monk who was partially motionless shouted anxiously, "The devil and his accomplices have escaped! Aren't you with us?"

Can't catch up!

"You...don't you want to catch demons?"

The monks were dissatisfied.

"Demon?" The silver-haired man tilted his head and pointed somewhere, "The devil is dead, who else do you want to catch?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the man's finger in astonishment.

Where the three of them were originally standing, the shadow of the young man holding a spear had dissipated until only one hand holding the spear was left.

The hand is held so tightly, as if you are still on the battlefield. As long as the weapon is still there, as long as you have breath left, you must fight with all your strength to protect what you want to protect.

However, the moment everyone looked over, the hand gradually dissipated into dots of white, and disappeared in the drizzle in an instant.


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