After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

these are……

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, and suddenly falling into the sea of ​​consciousness, creating thousands of waves in an instant.

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 Nangong Ling's outer shell 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 they 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 there without any movement. Yuan Yulang was worried that something might be wrong with him, so he called out again, "Wei Zhiming!"

Wei Zhiming raised his head, and there seemed to be a flash of crystal water in the corner 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 thought after another popped up in his 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 the different kind.

At this moment, several harsh crow cries 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 raised his head following the sound, and suddenly screamed 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 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 instantly stopped on top 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 endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and 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 spoke first, lowering his voice without even noticing the words he shouted. "Is he the Black King of Hell in Fengdu?"

"Why are they here?"

The leader, a particularly tall and strong Black Hell King, 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. The hair was thick and hard, fluttering outward like explosive hair.

After losing his hair, everyone noticed that his owner had a sharp-edged face, with strong features, but a fierce look in his eyes, and he looked like he was someone he couldn't 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 bravely.

"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 retracted his gaze and said in a rough voice.

"Demon? 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 noises.

"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 before he was instantly bathed in fire and burned to ashes as easily as tissue paper.

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

It ranges from burns to ashes in severe cases. What's more, the moment it touches 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 who are not determined."

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!"

Some of the monks who had not moved anxiously shouted, "The demon and its accomplices have escaped! Aren't you with us?"

Can't catch up!

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

The monks were dissatisfied.

"Devil?" 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 standing, the shadow of the young man holding a spear had dissipated until only one hand holding the spear remained.

The hand is held so tightly, as if it is still on the battlefield. As long as the weapon is still there, as long as there is still 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.