Sun Yunling had no complaints or regrets, and was willing to contribute all his vitality to the Hidden Killing Hall Master, and his body aged and dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. This article was first published by He knew that he was dying, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that his beloved had a chance to be resurrected, as long as his master took action, there was nothing he couldn't do.

When Sun Yunling's whole body fell to the ground, like a skinny corpse, the broken jade pendant in his hand still did not let go, even if his life was almost gone, Sun Yunling still regarded it as more important than his own life.

"Little dream, we will meet again soon. Sun Yunling was lying on the ground, with a smile on his shriveled and terrifying face, his eyes gradually drifted, and the last trace of life was sucked into the bronze coffin.

Soon, Sun Yunling did not move at all, and died completely here, before this bronze coffin, until the breath was cut off and dried up, the broken jade pendant was still held by Sun Yunling in his hand, and he never let go of it at all.

And at this moment, the sound of breathing gradually sounded in the bronze coffin, and an extremely terrifying and powerful momentum permeated the air, causing the entire underground palace to shake.

An eyeball appeared here, and he didn't even look at Sun Yunling, who was already dead on the ground, and directly sank into the bronze coffin.

Airplanes!!!!

There were dark lights in the bronze coffin, which broke out of the barrier of the dungeon and rushed directly to the ground.

Fang Qingye, who was constantly fighting with Mo Shouhei, suddenly changed his complexion, and immediately looked in the direction where the ghostly light appeared, with a rare solemn look in his eyes.

Sticking to the black smiled weirdly, and his heart settled down a lot, knowing that it was the other ancient spirit incarnation that had awakened.

"Fang Qingye, I'm afraid you're going to miscalculate. Mo Shou Hei said with a slight sarcasm.

Fang Qingye's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "At least everything now has not exceeded my expectations, even if that person wakes up, he can't change anything, and the far water can't save the near fire." ”

Mo Shouhei snorted: "It's a good far water can't save the near fire, but you still underestimate the strength of the first generation of demon saints, he is not so easy to solve, and your son seems to be there, as long as you take him in your hands, everything will be solved." ”

Fang Qingye's brows furrowed, he could understand what Mo Shouhei meant by saying this, he was telling himself that if the first generation of demon saints was really cornered, he was afraid that he would do whatever it took to snatch the life and death reincarnation pill in Fang Lin's soul.

In fact, this layer of concerns has always existed in Fang Qingye's heart, but there is no good solution, he appears here as a doppelganger to block the black is already the limit, where the body is located, it is not possible to divide the energy to deal with other things, otherwise there will be a greater crisis.

And Bai Qingxue was the same, she had to assist Fang Qingye's body to guard that place, after all, Fang Qingye had split up a clone, and the strength of her body had been somewhat affected, without Bai Qingxue's help, it was really difficult to defend it.

As for whether Fang Lin would face the danger of being desperately snatched by the first generation of demon saints, Fang Qingye didn't think too much about it, at this time, he couldn't cover everything, the risks that should be taken were always to be taken, it was impossible for everything to be in the hands of Fang Qingye, none of the ancient spirit incarnations were idle people, so naturally they would not obediently follow your wishes.

"You take care of yourself first. Fang Qingye didn't want to talk too much about Mo Shouhei, and when he made a move, his power was even more amazing than just now.

Staying in the darkness was taken aback, could it be that Fang Qingye's doppelganger still had some reservations before, and he didn't do his best?

However, now both Mo Shouhei and Fang Qingye know that the battle between the two of them is not very important, because it is destined to be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and the life and death of the first demon saint are the most critical.

At this moment, in the place where the ghostly light emerged, the underground palace trembled, and the bronze coffin appeared.

A withered palm poked out of the crack in the lid of the coffin, pushing the heavy lid aside to the side.

The palm was described as withered, as if only a layer of old dark skin was wrapped around the bone, but the palm was plumping up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"After so many years, I can finally recover. The vicissitudes of life and gloomy voice sounded, and a pair of solemn eyes opened in the bronze coffin.

Rumble!!!

The lid of the coffin was suddenly shaken out, and the figure in the bronze coffin immediately sat up, and when he opened his mouth and inhaled, all the living beings within a radius of five thousand miles, including every grass and tree, withered instantly, and all the vitality was sucked into the body of the Hidden Killing Hall Master.

I saw that his body was no different from ordinary people, but there was still some depression in the place where his heart was.

"Huh?" the Hidden Killing Hall Master glanced down at his heart, feeling a little surprised.

Immediately, the face of the Hidden Killing Hall Master was a little unpleasant, and he remembered that he had fought to the death with Na Hou Yi and was smashed in the heart by him.

It was this punch that made the Hidden Killing Hall Master unable to recover for so many years, and at this moment, even if he absorbed such a huge amount of vitality, the injury in his heart was still not completely healed.

It seems that no matter how much vitality he talks about, the wound in this heart will not heal, and it will always be a fatal place for him.

"It's a pity that your Houyi is dead, but I'm still alive, even if you bring me indelible injuries, it's still me who wins. The Master of the Hidden Killing Hall jumped out of the bronze coffin, and the bronze coffin shattered in response.

Falling into the underground palace, the Hidden Killing Hall Master finally glanced at Sun Yunling, who was already dead, and even though he was dead, he still had a smile on his face.

"Fool, how can the dead be resurrected? The Hidden Killing Hall Master said indifferently, and smashed Sun Yunling's corpse with one foot, and the jade pendant also turned into powder.

Thundered!!!

The dungeon collapsed and was buried along with Sun Yunling's broken body, and the Hidden Killing Hall Master went straight to the place where the original demon saint was.

He woke up this time, and there was also a bit of a sense of necessity in it, if it wasn't for the fact that the first demon saint encountered an intractable crisis, he wouldn't have woken up so early.

It's just that at the moment, he is the only one who can resolve the crisis of the first generation of demon saints, and once the first generation of demon saints is dead, it will also be a major loss for their ancient spirit incarnation.

Just when the Hidden Killing Hall Master arrived, the first generation of Demon Saints had already reached the limit in the face of the fierce pursuit of the four strange beasts, and once again used the Ancient Spirit Secret Technique to recover himself.

But in this way, the first generation of demon saints also lost their last means of preserving their lives, and the four great beasts also saw the opportunity, and fought hard to be hit by the first generation of demon saints, and forcibly entangled the first generation of demon saints.

Fang Lin followed closely behind, seeing a large amount of demon blood spilled into the sky, and even more painful roars sounded.

The four major beasts all suffered heavy damage, and it was almost impossible to continue, and the first demon saint was also seriously injured and dying, to the point of running out of oil and lamps.

"Hahahaha! You can't kill me! No one can kill me!" Suddenly, the first demon saint burst out laughing.