The Dzi Bead began to absorb Zhang Ning's essence and blood, and the white sphere became more and more dazzling, emitting red light. Zhang Ning couldn't help but lie on the ground. Soon, the blood vessels on the skin were clearly visible, and the blood was visible to the naked eye.
Speed is lost.
"Uh..." Zhang Ning couldn't help shouting, as if he was going to turn into a mummy in the next second. Suddenly, the dzi beads began to fly upward slowly, and the light illuminated the entire cave. Just when Qing Yan thought he was going to succeed.
A dark figure suddenly rushed up and wrapped Dzi Bead in his arms. "Mo Yan, what are you doing?" Qing Yan couldn't help shouting when she saw the man. The two knew each other.
"Don't you understand what I'm doing?" The man named Moyan answered loudly, and stuffed the Dzi Bead tighter, as if it was his life.
Zhang Ning didn't have the strength to call them both, so he could only look up at the confrontation between them, "How do I know what you are going to do? Return the Dzi Bead." Qing Yan said as he stretched out his hand, and Moyan used magic to
Qing Yan's hand was knocked back in anger.
"Return it? It's impossible. Didn't the previous Immortal die just to steal this from me?" Mo Yan rejected Qing Yan's request. This was something belonging to his demon clan and he would never hand it over.
"Are you talking about Zixu?" Zhang Ning seemed to have some clue after hearing this, and asked Moyan in a broken voice.
"Zixu? I don't know if that's true, maybe? After all, he drank my demonic blood and would not be able to escape death without becoming a demon." Mo Yan said this matter calmly, as if all this was not his masterpiece.
"Shut up! So Mo Yan, are you not going to return it?" Qing Yan was now disgusted by Zhang Ning's words. As he spoke, Qing Yan twisted out the ball of light and wanted to attack Mo Yan.
"I will definitely pay it back, but..." Mo Yan put the Dzi Bead in his mouth and actually swallowed it. The red beads rolled in Mo Yan's body, and Zhang Ning's blood essence burst out, and the demon flame spurted out.
A mouthful of blood.
He wiped the corners of his mouth and felt that his whole body was filled with strength. Before the battle here was over, Zhang Ning slowly crawled to Mo Qi's side, but was knocked away by Qing Yan and hit the wall.
Fainted.
Seeing that Zhang Ning was so weak, he fainted. Qing Yan took a sip and turned to look at Mo Yan, his eyes becoming more and more fierce.
"So, you want to tear up our agreement?" It was as if Moyan said no, and Qingyan would tear him into pieces the next second.
"So what? I originally made an agreement with you just for this reason." As he said that, Moyan pointed to the Dzi Bead that was running in his chest.
Qing Yan suddenly smiled, "Okay, since you want it, then you can take it! But you have to leave something for me." As he said this, Qing Yan slowly approached the magic flame.
"What is it?" Mo Yan was a little confused. What this person wanted was the Dzi Beads, wasn't it? So he was subconsciously on guard against Qing Yan approaching Mo Yan.
"Your life!" Qing Yan grabbed Mo Yan's heart with force. His fingers suddenly grew longer, and he was about to stab Mo Yan's heart, but Mo Yan grabbed him.
"It's not that easy to kill me." Mo Yan was a little proud, but found that his heart was pierced by a sword, and the blood slowly dripped down and flowed on Mo Yan's shoes. Mo Yan wanted to turn around but failed.
Qing Yan stabbed him again.
Just when Qing Yan thought that Mo Yan would definitely die, Mo Yan slowly pulled out the sword and walked towards Qing Yan slowly, "Are you stupid? I am a demon. I will not die that easily."
Qing Yan couldn't help but stepped back but found that he seemed to have hit something, "Qing Yan, you miscalculated." At some point, when he should have been lying on the ground, Zhang Ning actually stood up and successfully summoned Jing Hong.
On the other side, Ben was lying on the haystack, and Mo Qi, who was motionless, also made a sound, "Woo hoo..."
Zhang Ning panicked when he saw Mo Qi, but he knew that now was not the time for him to be sentimental.