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Following Yan Mo's faint narration, the pain Ling Fan endured became heavier and heavier, and he could clearly feel that the blood in his whole body was still flowing out at this moment. 【】

"Ah!" Ling Fan hugged his head to the sky and howled in pain, but instead of alleviating his pain, due to excessive force, his mouth was opened too wide, and a mouthful of bright red blood sprayed out from his mouth, like an arrow leaving the string, sprinkled all over the place. void.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it feels like the blood has been drained, it's more painful than heart-piercing. What's wrong? Why do my eyes have hallucinations?" As the blood flowed, the blood man seemed Ling Fan's body became more and more withered, his transparent eyes were already dyed bright red, he became more and more energetic, his feet were bent, like the setting sun in the afternoon, he knelt in the void forcefully, and his brain fainted from time to time.Yan Mo in sight turned into three people!

"Why did this happen? Am I really going to fall here this time? Why, why didn't I take precautions earlier? No, this body cannot be destroyed. I have worked hard for so long. If it is destroyed, everything will be destroyed again." Does it mean to start from scratch?" Ling Fan's face flashed with struggle from time to time, he hugged his head and kept howling in pain, full of unwillingness.

Now that he has cultivated the primordial spirit, even if his body is destroyed, as long as his primordial spirit is not destroyed, there is still a chance of resurrection.But this means that his body can no longer be used.Even if he can attach his soul to other people and reincarnate him, his strength will plummet because of this. All his hard work for so long, and his struggles on the edge of life and death, all his efforts will become a dream!

Therefore, until the last moment, Ling Fan will never abandon this body and let the primordial spirit escape. He is not reconciled to all the years of hard work in vain!

"Haha Ling Fan, struggle, struggle and scream in pain. The more painful you are, the happier I will be. This is the only expression a six-star spirit emperor should have when facing a four-star spirit fairy! I will definitely let you You die in the most painful way slowly, slowly tortured to death" Ling Fan, who was dripping with blood and had become a blood man, kept screaming, not only did not arouse Yan Mo's compassion, but made him even more Get excited, "I said that all the attributes (sexual) spirits in your body belong to me, and I said that all your efforts will eventually make a wedding dress for me!" Yan Mo's eyes flashed a trace of cruelty and anger. ferocious.

"Am I really going to die like this? Am I really going to abandon my body and let the primordial spirit escape?" Due to excessive blood loss, he no longer had the strength to support him to stand up, his body tilted like a broken thread The kite fell towards the vast void force.

The blood gushing out from the body is enchantingly scattered in all directions, the pure white void is filled with enchanting flowers, and the air is filled with a bloody smell.

"Master Witch God!" At the critical moment, someone uttered an anxious roar.

At this moment, Ling Fan didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, he could only forcefully open a gap, his eyes were full of hallucinations, but he couldn't tell who was calling him anxiously.But occasionally, he seemed to have a gleam of joy flashing in someone's eyes.

happy?Could it be that he was happy because he saw that he was about to die?

Who is it?Why rejoice?

Ling Fan doesn't know, and Ling Fan doesn't have the heart to know now, he only knows that if he doesn't figure out a way to crack Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big fist, his body will immediately turn into a shriveled skeleton. If he really regained his power, he could only abandon his body and let his soul escape.

"No, I can't give up! I can't start all over again, I still have to save Ling'er, I still have to save Fumo, I still have too many things to do, and I want to let Mingming's hands know, put It was his biggest mistake that I created him to complete his (conspiracy) scheme! This is my oath, if I can't even pass this hurdle, what right do I have to fight against Mingming's hands!" Ling Fan shouted in his heart. Roaring in his heart, no matter what, he can't give up!

"Witch Staff, I don't know why you recognize me as your master, and I don't know how to use you, but at this moment I want to tell you, if you still regard me as your master, don't hide in the corner anymore Let me know how capable you really are, and let me know whether the Witch God's Staff is worthy of the Scepter!" At the last moment, Ling Fan shouted in his heart, at this moment, Ling Fan could only put his last hope on the Witch Staff body.

Ling Fan is very clear that he has been unable to decipher Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big F with his own ability, so he can only place his hope on the Witch Staff. How powerful is the witch staff.The second is naturally because the witch stick has saved him from danger several times, so at this moment, he can only think of the witch stick.

Not to mention, the witch stick is psychic, it seems to have really sensed Ling Fanxin's words, and it seems to be to prove something. It broke through the (forbidden) restriction of Najie in an instant, appeared in the void, and stood proudly!

The dazzling golden light radiates all over the witch's stick, and each ray of light is like a piercing needle tip, making people almost (sexually) stretch out their palms to block their eyes, and Yan Mo is the same.

However, the bright golden light did not have any effect on Ling Fan. Instead, it seemed to have a spiritual (sex) connection, wrapping the falling Ling Fan, and Ling Fan's body finally stopped falling, and stopped firmly again. half empty.

It's just that his consciousness is still a little fuzzy, his whole body is still full of strength, and his body is still lying horizontally in the void.

At the same time, the golden light enveloping Ling Fan continued to spread around. The target of the golden light seemed to be Ling Fan's blood spilled in the void. Part of the blood flowing out of Ling Fan's body was already covered by the golden light.

At this time, Yan Mo, who stretched out his palm to block the golden light, suddenly changed his face.

"What happened? What happened at that moment just now? Why was my connection with Yan Luo's bloodthirsty boss cut off!" Yan Mo was terrified. At that moment just now, he felt as if a huge force had suddenly descended from his body. He was casting a spell to control Ling Fan's blood, but the connection between the blood that entered Ling Fan's body and him was suddenly severed by a certain force of form!

In other words, his Yan Luo bloodthirsty big f has been cracked!

At this moment, Yan Mo, who was still ravaging Ling Fan to his heart's content, could no longer be calm.Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big f is his strongest Taoism, he doesn't believe in computers] I don't believe that Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big f will be broken!

"Who the hell? No, it's impossible. In the Wu Clan, except Wu Yuan, no one can crack my Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big f! How could it be, how could it be like this!" Yan Mo was no longer in the mood to worry about those dazzling golden lights , waved his hands violently, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and he roared unwillingly.

At the same moment, the dazzling golden light made his eyes close (sexually) again, "Could it be that strange staff!" Because of the stimulation of the golden light, Yan Mo suddenly thought of something, and then his eyes slightly closed. He slanted his gaze through the gaps between his fingertips to the witch staff standing proudly in the void, shining golden light.

At this time, the golden light of the witch's staff filled the radius of several tens of feet, and Ling Fan's blood scattered in the void was completely covered by the golden light, which also marked that Yan Mo's bloodthirsty big gun had been completely cracked.

Yan Mo couldn't believe that his strongest Taoism was inexplicably broken by a strange staff.It was really hard for him to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, so at first he would rather think of people than witch staff, because in his knowledge, he had never heard of such a powerful weapon in the world.

"Yan Mo, it's your turn to regret it now." Just when Yan Mo was so surprised that he couldn't believe it, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Yan Mo was startled suddenly, isn't this voice exactly Ling Fan's voice?

Could it be?Could it be that although it was difficult to accept, Yan Mo knew that the last thing he wanted to happen still happened.

In this world of golden light, a figure covered in a black robe slowly moved away inch by inch of golden light, and all the golden light seemed to surrender under his feet. The sky is bright, and an empty road leads directly to Yan Mo!

"Ling Fan!" Yan Mo couldn't keep his composure anymore as his eyes shifted to the figure covered in black robes.

"What's wrong with me, didn't I think of it?" The black-robed man was Ling Fan. At the most critical moment, Wu Zhang finally heard Ling Fan's call. The golden light gently caressed (touched) him like an angel's hands, keeping his last life.At the same time, Ling Fan at that time was pleasantly surprised to find that the blood he shed had started to flow back slowly, and his vitality was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short period of time, Ling Fan's vitality has been restored to a certain extent. Although his strength has been weakened to a certain extent, it is enough to deal with Yan Mo at this time.That's why Ling Fan came out now to give Yan Mo a final blow.

"Ling Fan, don't be complacent, do you think you can kill me like this? I won't let you succeed!" Yan Mo roared.

"Hmph!" Ling Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yan Mo. The longer the delay, the greater the accident, so Ling Fan did not hesitate. out.

Yan Luo's bloodthirsty big f is a Taoist technique that hurts the enemy by a thousand and hurts himself by eight hundred. Yan Mo was already injured before, and because of the golden light of the witch's staff, Yan Mo had no chance to evade at all. Turned into powder.