Wancang never regrets

Dafan Prajna True Dharma? "

Only that Dharma figure stood silently behind the excited crowd, staring at Zhang Xiaofan in front without saying a word, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.

Zhang Xiaofan turned around slowly, as if every movement made him use up all his strength, until he faced everyone.

Cangsong stood there motionless with a gloomy expression. There was a faint trace of blood on the hand holding the Qiushui Xianjian. All the disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked at this man in astonishment as if they were seeing a monster for the first time. juvenile.

Behind him, there seemed to be a deep sigh from the ghost king.

Qi Hao's face was pale, he took a few steps forward, then stopped suddenly, and said in an unbelievable voice: "Xiao Fan, is what they said true?"

Zhang Xiaofan's lips began to tremble, as if the deepest fear rose from his heart bit by bit, he looked at Qihao, looked at the master, looked at all the classmates in the distance, everyone's faces were like that strangeness.

He suddenly wanted to shout loudly, but he opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word.

The evening wind blew his clothes and fluttered them gently.

"That's right, it's the Blood-devouring Orb, it can't be wrong!"

Suddenly, as if the nightmare hadn't woken up yet, another cry of surprise sounded again, and Qinglong stood beside him, his face full of astonishment.

As soon as these words came out, all the people present, whether they were members of the Demon Cult or the righteous way, all changed their colors.

"The round bead on the top of the talisman in his hand is surrounded by blood threads, and it has the ability to absorb Kui Niu just now. It must be the blood-devouring bead of the black-hearted old man 800 years ago."

Everyone was in an uproar, everyone looked horrified, only Zhang Xiaofan couldn't hear anything, couldn't hear anything at all, it felt like everyone around was making such loud noises, countless people shouted and asked him, but what did he say? He couldn't hear them all, so of course he never saw more bloodstains in Cangsong's hands, a flash of clarity in his eyes, and deep worry and distress.

Zhang Xiaofan turned around slowly, the Ghost King had disappeared behind him at some point, in front of him, there was only the strange beast Kui Niu trapped in the Dragon Fault magic circle, circling around, but in the end he resigned himself to his fate and stood up. Without moving, he let out a desperate roar to the sky!

That voice, echoing in the empty night sky, was extremely desolate.

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head slowly, looked up at the sky.

He laughed suddenly, desperately, silently, his body shook, he fell straight down, and fell heavily on the ground.

In front of his eyes, there was darkness, as if the endless dark night sky was pressing towards him boundlessly.

Then, he passed out.