The moment the Demon Saint Dry Corpse opened its eyes, whether it was Feng Qianqiu, who was closest to the dry corpse, or Fang Lin and Gu Han Mountain in the distance, they all felt a burst of coldness all over their bodies, like falling into an ice cellar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Qianqiu turned around a little stiffly, and saw the eyes of the demon saint corpse, and suddenly the whole person collapsed to the ground, as if the strength of his whole body had been drained in an instant.

Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan also felt a panic in their hearts for no reason, as if some peerless beast was slowly appearing.

Buzz Buzz!!

In particular, the blood-colored long sword in Fang Lin's hand was humming violently at this moment, and it was constantly struggling, as if it wanted to break free from Fang Lin's hand.

Fang Lin was taken aback, although he hadn't been able to get this blood-colored sword for a short time, it was the first time he had seen this blood-colored sword so irritable.

"What's the matter?" Fang Lin looked down and saw Feng Qianqiu sitting on the ground as if he had lost his mind, and then saw that the dried corpse had opened his eyes.

"Not good!" Fang Lin secretly said in his heart, although he didn't know the situation too well, but the dry corpse actually opened his eyes, it was obviously not a good thing.

Gu Hanshan's face was also ugly, and the aura emanating from the dried corpse made him feel extremely uncomfortable and depressed, as if what was lying there was not a shriveled corpse, but a king among demon beasts.

Seeing that Fang Lin was actually stunned, Gu Hanshan sneered and suddenly shot at Fang Lin.

But at this moment, a violent suction force suddenly spread from the dry corpse, and Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan were both pulled by that suction and flew towards the dry corpse.

Even if the two of them tried their best to resist, the strength of this suction was far beyond the scope of what they could resist, and the two of them were sucked to the side of the dry corpse like dead branches and leaves.

The two of them just wanted to move, but they found that their bodies seemed to no longer belong to them, completely uncontrollable, and they could only look at the dried corpse in vain and despair.

Feng Qianqiu's face changed again and again, he was not affected in any way, at this moment, the infinite desire to survive rose in his heart, and he directly took off into the air, wanting to fly away.

But as soon as he flew into the air, he felt a strong force pulling from below, even if he was good at cultivating well, but in the face of this force, he still screamed and was directly pulled down.

Bang!

Feng Qianqiu fell to the ground in great embarrassment, Rao is strength is profound, but he also fell a little dazed.

Airplanes!

The blood-colored long sword that had been grasped by Fang Lin in his hand also flew out of Fang Lin's hand at once, and was directly inserted into the heart of the dried corpse.

This sword went down, Fang Lin was stunned, what was this for? I'm afraid that this dry corpse is not dead yet, so let's make up for another sword?

However, Fang Lin knew that this was definitely not the case, no matter how you looked at it, this blood-colored long sword seemed to have something to do with this dried corpse.

Soon, Fang Lin could see that the blood-colored long sword was actually injecting blood into the corpse.

Fang Lin suddenly realized, this blood-colored long sword was no wonder that it liked to suck blood so much, and it didn't seem to be enough to suck as much as it wanted, it turned out to be for this old cadre.

At this moment, it can be seen to the naked eye that the body of the old cadaver has a little bit of blood, and gradually there is a trace of vitality diffused out.

Although this glimmer of vitality is extremely weak, like a candle flame in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time, but on a corpse that has been dead for thousands of years, there is a trace of vitality, which is a little scary to think about.

Feng Qianqiu looked at this scene and smiled miserably, he guessed correctly, this was not a great chance at all, but a trap that the demon saint had already laid out.

Although the demon saint died, he left his hands behind, wanting to wake up again after countless years, and to complete such a rebellious thing, a large amount of blood was necessary to replenish the vitality of the demon saint.

This blood-colored long sword must be the thing left by the Demon Saint, and all the blood it absorbs is prepared for the Demon Saint.

At this moment, under the continuous infusion of blood from the blood-colored long sword, the corpse of the demon saint faintly had a trace of terrifying coercion permeating out.

This is the coercion that belongs to the demon saint, and it belongs to the coercion of the ten thousand demons who suppressed the heavens and the earth countless years ago, and was called a saint by countless demons.

A generation of demon saints! is slowly waking up at this moment!

Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan couldn't help but show fear, and this sense of fear did not come from their hearts, but from some kind of power in their bodies.

Fang Lin looked at the dried corpse that was gradually becoming more vigorous, and suddenly seemed to have guessed something, and suddenly looked at Feng Qianqiu: "Who is this old dry corpse?"

Feng Qianqiu laughed miserably: "Demon Saint! He is a Demon Saint who has been dead for ten thousand years!"

When Fang Lin heard this, he was also a head or two big, I was obedient, this old dried corpse that was like a salted fish turned out to be a demon saint.

As a Danzun, Fang Lin knew the meaning of the title of Demon Saint, only a strong person who made all demons surrender and worshiped from the bottom of his heart would be called a demon saint by ten thousand demons.

The saint of demons! Dominate all demons in the world!

The demon saint is not limited to the demon, people can also become the demon saint, but the difficulty is more than a hundred times more difficult than the demon.

And this dried corpse is a real human race, but it has become a demon saint, it is conceivable that such a character must be a strong man of Megatron during his lifetime, even if it is not as strong as the honorable powerhouse, it is definitely not too much worse.

Fang Lin scolded: "You bastard, can't you have a convulsion? You actually dare to come to the idea of beating the corpse of the Demon Saint? Now it's okay, everyone is going to be finished!"

Feng Qianqiu didn't regret it, after he guessed that this was a trap, he already understood that he couldn't escape, the demon saint needed a lot of vitality and blood to wake up, and everyone here had to become sacrifices for the resurrection of the demon saint.

It's just that dying like this, Feng Qianqiu is also extremely unwilling.

Gu Hanshan suddenly said, "What demon saint?"

Fang Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him, the situation was critical at the moment, there was more and more vitality in this old cadre's corpse, if he really woke up, then all of them had only one way to die.

I saw Fang Lin's eyes rolling wildly, desperately thinking of a solution.

After thinking about it, the current situation seems to be irreversible, and there is only the right thing to stare at and wait for death.

"His grandmother's! Lao Tzu isn't really going to die here, is he?" Fang Lin scolded in his heart, and couldn't help but become a little anxious.

Just when Fang Lin was helpless, a golden finger suddenly emerged from above, with a golden light, illuminating all directions.

Airplanes!!!!

The blood-colored sword seemed to be frightened, and it flew up from the corpse at once.

Without the infusion of blood, the vitality in the dry corpse passed quickly, the demon saint had not really awakened, and without the blood-colored sword, the little vitality in the body could not last long.

The golden fingers, with the aura of destruction of everything, fell from the sky and pressed down fiercely towards the blood-colored sword and the dried corpse.