Temple of Madness

Chapter 434 Dead?

Chapter 434 Dead?
"You must die!"

The fallen angel's eyes were full of viciousness, and he pulled Zhang Yang's arm vigorously, and pulled it forward. In an instant, the black mist spread from Zhang Yang's arm, covering his whole body directly, like a huge net. Wrap him in it as well.

In the enclosed space, even though Zhang Yang's strength is now higher than that of the fallen angels, he is completely out of his control.

Especially now that Zhang Yang was entangled in the black mist, his body was unable to move, and the spiritual energy was once again absorbed by the fallen angel, and his body gradually emitted the spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to Zhang Yang.

"Even though your strength is much higher than mine now, in my space, I am the king. If I want you to die, you must die!"

The air pressure on the fallen angel's body suddenly rose again, and he looked at Zhang Yang gloomyly, that devastating aura burst out from his body again.

Zhang Yang was startled. He didn't expect that the fallen angel had just burned his primordial spirit, and after the power of the fallen angel was digested by the dragon, there was still power left, or it was because he had absorbed his own true energy.

Zhang Yang tried hard to pull out his arm, but the black mist seemed to have grown into his body, making him unable to control his body at all.

In addition, the space blocked for four weeks began to squeeze towards him, and the oppressive atmosphere made him unable to operate the life and death book in his body and his soul.

His true energy was absorbed by the fallen angel and could not be recovered, so Zhang Yang suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Heck, don't struggle anymore, you will definitely die this time, and I will never let you stay to destroy Master Satan's plan."

The fallen angel exudes a strong coercion, which is the pressure brought by the burning primordial spirit, which makes Zhang Yang feel breathless.

He frowned and meditated on the Pangu seal in his heart, but found that his aura was not enough to maintain any exercises.

Could it be that he can only face the ending of dying with the fallen angels?
He still has a beautiful wife at home, and he doesn't want to give up just like that.

As Zhang Yang's desire to survive gradually became stronger, he roared angrily, and with all his strength, he pulled his hand out of the fallen angel's hand.

But before his body left the fallen angel, it was wrapped by his huge black wings, and suddenly the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the rich dark spiritual energy continuously attacked her body.

He sensed that the primordial spirit in his body began to be gradually surrounded by dark aura, and the red and blue light dimmed a little bit.

This dark aura seemed to have a self-awareness, and began to aggressively attack him in his body.

Zhang Yang felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart, his brain sank into a loud buzzing noise, and his whole body trembled with a splitting headache.

The black feathers on the fallen angel's wings pierced into Zhang Yang's body like silver needles and tightened little by little.

The sneer of the fallen angel rang in Zhang Yang's ears: "Only if you die, the luck of the human race in this land of China will be exhausted, and no one can stop the pace of Master Satan!"

With the last of his consciousness, Zhang Yang roared: "I will never let you succeed!"

Zhang Yang raised his heavy arm, and struck hard on the black mist in front of him. In an instant, he heard the muffled voice of the fallen angel, as if it had hit his body.

"...I didn't expect you to have the strength to spare!"

After the body of the fallen angel had already burned the primordial spirit, it gradually melted into the black mist and lost its own body.

The place where Zhang Yang's fist fell was the last remaining entity of the fallen angel, his heart!

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and once again hit his fist on the spot just now, and the pained voice of the fallen angel rang again in his ears.

Finally, the strong sense of oppression gradually dissipated, as if it had stopped the last burning power of the fallen angel's primordial spirit.

Zhang Yang immediately mobilized the true qi in his whole body, and tried his best to use his soul to resist the dark aura that invaded his body.

But his body had already been severely injured by the dark spiritual energy, and he was extremely weak, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth immediately.

"Ahem...you don't have to struggle any more. I sacrifice my life. No matter what you do, there is only one dead end."

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't do anything in the enclosed space of the fallen angels.

Consciousness gradually slackened little by little, Zhang Yang felt that his whole body had no strength, and he could no longer swing his fists...

The cautious heart of the fallen angel also gradually disappeared, turning into a cloud of black mist and rushing towards Zhang Yang's body.

The black flames began to burn fiercely, and Zhang Yang, who had lost consciousness, was surrounded by the black flames, and his whole body began to burn.

little by little.His arms began to disappear, and his legs were consumed by black flames.

Just when the black flames began to burn his Yuan Dan, a faint golden light radiated from Zhang Yang's arms, preserving his only incomplete body.

I'm sorry, Sunshine, I can't fulfill my promise, I will grow old with you forever.

I'm sorry, the people of Xinhua, you trust me so much, but I still can't persist to the end.

Finally, I'm sorry for that giant dragon. Although I don't know if you are real or a phantom that I have created with my exercises, I must thank you for helping me withstood the fatal blow with all my strength.

This was Zhang Yang's last voice, but no one heard it...

Zhang Yang, who was in the darkness, vaguely heard a familiar and friendly voice calling his name.

"Open up! Open up!"

But Zhang Yang found that his body didn't have any feeling, he couldn't make any sound, and couldn't move, his whole body seemed to be floating in the air, without any real feeling.

I don't know how long it has passed, Zhang Yang only feels that he is in the darkness, sometimes mature, sometimes sober.

He felt that he might have fallen into hell, or that he was already queuing up for a new round of reincarnation.

But when he was awake, he was always worried about the safety of the human race.

During these long years, occasionally there was a childish voice chatting with Zhang Yang.

"Dad, are you asleep?"

"Who are you? Why do you call me Dad?"

Zhang Yang remembered this voice, he remembered that it had appeared in his mind before he died with the fallen angel.

But he still didn't know who actually called him father.

"Because you are my father, I was born because of you."

"I?"

"Yes, so you are my father."

(End of this chapter)