The red and black miasma and the fluorescent blue sword energy suddenly collided, and the collapsed power at the confrontation spread out in circles, overturning all the miscellaneous items around the two.

In the end, Qi Kun's last trace of spiritual power was completely exhausted. Before being slashed by Lang Ren, he looked into Lang Ren's eyes.

"I lost, but you can't escape."

Bang!

The sword energy dissipated, and the miasma slashed by one sword. Qi Kun's body instantly exploded and turned into a sparse spiritual son and drifted away.

His last sword used up all the power to stabilize his own structure, and he could only do this -

The spirits rotated regularly in the air, gradually rising into a talisman.

Langren looked at the talisman and felt a little unexplained premonition.

Just as the talisman was formed, a crack suddenly broke out in Lang Ren's sea of ​​consciousness. At the same time, a crack appeared in front of the talisman, and a huge attraction appeared from it. He wanted to gradually suck the talisman in, and the talisman seemed to have spirituality and wanted to break free from the shackles.

But no matter how hard it struggled, it was slowly being sucked into the crack, and most of the talisman had already entered the crack, revealing half of it in Langren's sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as it was about to be completely swallowed, with a hissing, the talisman tear itself apart into two halves. The small one took advantage of the moment when the big one was absorbed and broke free from the pull of attraction, turned into a stream of light and escaped into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

Langren watched them stand stalemate until they broke through, and fell weakly to the ground and could hardly move.

The last fight was a blow, and the recoil force broke his right arm, and at the same time he took all his strength, leaving only a little mental power to maintain his consciousness.

"That's...what?"

On the crack, the broken talisman was locked in Langren's sea of ​​consciousness, and was entangled and blocked by black hands stretching out from the deep sea.

"As you guessed, this is the core talisman for constructing the clone, which contains a thin [building] formula that can slightly strengthen the structure of the sea of ​​consciousness."

During the system explanation, the black tentacles directly violently tore the talismans apart, and each rolled up a piece of fragment and retracted back into the sea.

“The digestive formula takes a while.”

After the system prompted, he calmed down. Lang Ren greeted the karma fire that was being meditated, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Tiredness, pain, hunger and the cold in the wild quickly eroded Lang Ren's nerves, making him want to close his eyes and sleep.

"It's painful..."

Lang Ren held his right arm with his left hand that broke a strange angle, and put his head on the ground, arched his body like a maggot, then put his knees under his chest to stabilize the center of gravity, and knelt down in a torn clothes that broke into strips of cloth during the battle and straightened his waist.

Suddenly the cold light on the ground in front shook his eyes.

A black iron sword, which is three fingers wide and about seventy centimeters long, is lying quietly on the ground.

Lang Ren crawled over and stretched out his left hand to hold the iron sword.

"hiss--"

It was like holding a hot soldering iron. Langren retracted his hand in pain and looked at his palm, and had been burned.

"Can't you take it away?"

The system was silent for a moment, and then prompted: "The symbionts rooted in the sea of ​​consciousness have absorbed some formula states."

Lang Ren understood after hearing this, wrapped his left hand in a black slurry, and then held the long sword.

Now I can only feel the scorching high temperature, and I can still pick it up after a little patient.

After adapting to the temperature in his hand, Lang Ren stood up with a sword support, looked around, and limped away in one direction.

The sky above my head gradually dimmed.

......

"So you want to say that this vanguard captain...is a traitor?"

The narrow interrogation room welcomed the position it never dared to think about.

Sitting on the chair was Qian Yanliang, who had been injected with inhibitors, and the person who interrogated him opposite him was an equal person.

"A C-level vanguard captain can walk five moves under you and hurt you... It's amazingly suspicious, but he's still doing things for us before you come."

"During the Pingrong trial, more than ten Yuhua Immortal Cultists were assassinated, and one of them slaughtered more than 40 key strongholds, half of whom were people of his level."

"Do you think we don't know about this abnormality? How many identities in the military camp are suspicious? Why do we let them come in? I don't believe you won't know the reason."

"So... say it, this matter is big or small. As an old friend, I advise you to tell the truth."

After a long time, the door of the interrogation room opened and the interrogator walked out of it.

"Have you said it?"

He asked while sitting outside and holding the door.

"Oh~No, where is the information about Shura?"

"Class C... don't look at me, it's C-level, with comprehensive combat power comparable to mid-level B-level. No matter which field, it's top-notch. But one problem is that Fujita Akira said he has a grudge with the Akira."

"Ming Family... It seems that something is wrong with them recently, right?"

"I went out to sea in secret...you're out of the way."

"This is also a breakthrough. Discuss with the old man and find out the home."

The man sitting at the door glanced at the interrogator.

"We need to check it out early. They really think no one knows that Ming Huanzhao in Gutai City is missing? It's not the time yet."

"The royal family has been pushed to the doorstep, isn't it time?"

"The royal family is also forced. You and I know it, so don't talk about it."

"That guy Arnold... has a brain problem. I think the old man shouldn't have left him half of his brain at the beginning. Now he's a brain-dead man."

"There are also S-level people who are brainless, but you can't even compare to brainless people."

"You have some mercy..."

......

Ahem —

Lang Ren, who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed violently, and the bloodstained in his lungs were coughed out.

"How about it... there is really no one in this wilderness ridge?"

Because of his weak constitution and excessive consumption, Langren insisted on walking out of a mile and could not hold on to the ground.

Maybe it was because his battle with that person was too disturbed, which scared away all the animals around him. Until now, Langren has not encountered anything that can be killed.

The night wind blew, and the coolness penetrated into the skin. Lang Ren couldn't help but shivered, then tightened the sword in his hand, trying to absorb some temperature.

After lying on the ground for a while, Lang Ren stood up again and walked slowly. Fortunately, he had a passive improvement in his senses. He could still see the road clearly in the dark forest so as not to trip over the vines.

‘The sword is so heavy…’

He thought of abandoning it.

But he needs this sword. If he can encounter any life, he can use it to kill the opponent when he cannot realize the Huangquan Sword in order to recover from his injuries.

He needs to keep going and then leave some strength to swing his sword.

I don’t know how long I walked, maybe only ten minutes later, Lang Ren was exhausted and panted, leaning on the tree trunk for a while.

The shadow ghost is away from the light, and his mental power in the dark has been recovering. However, due to various reasons in the body, the mental power recovered was quickly eroded by "physical perception". Now he can only barely maintain consciousness.

For the first time, he felt how tired it was to drag his body.

He began to miss the lightness and pleasure of massacre in Pingrong City more than ten hours ago.

"Please...it's good for anyone..."

Langren roared in a low voice and moved forward again.

Come out and let me kill...

Langren walked forward with a sword, his eyes filled with the flames of desire.

Sao sau ~

The sound of the wind blew across his ears, and Langren suddenly stopped.

‘What sound?’

Lang Ren closed his eyes and focused his energy that was not much left, listening to the wind's whisper.

Plop ~

Plop ~

Inhalation ~ exhale ~

Heartbeat, breathing?

Langren slowly approached the past, like a hungry ghost in the dark, without making a sound.

Silence!

I spent a distance silently and felt... fear?

Is it human?

This nervous, young heartbeat.

Lang Ren could no longer help, and suddenly rushed out, and brought out a thin figure from the bush and pressed it on the ground, holding up the sword in his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--"
Chapter completed!