Dragon King relies on green tea

When he was about to die, Jing Lian saw a white dress in a trance, which was very similar to the white clothes of the person in his memory. He didn't know if it was a hallucination when he was about to die, so he used his remaining strength to grab the one. White clothes.

Until the man lowered his head, he struggled to see his face clearly, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was really that man.

When dying, I will always think of the most unforgettable things in this life. I have fought in the battlefield all my life. This life was snatched from the sword, from the Temple of Yama, and I met countless strange people and strange stories.

And there are so few people, even if they meet in a hurry, they are unforgettable, and Zisang Yanshu is one of them.

When they were still young, Jing Lian and Ye Xingyue were close friends, how can they not be in danger in the battlefield all the year round, Jing Lian has always felt that he is very lucky.

I thought I was going to die several times, but every time I was able to escape safely, because every time I was about to die, I would meet this man in white, and I was never in danger.

Thinking about the experience when he was young, Jing Lian knew that Zisang Yanshu was not an ordinary person, and every time he appeared, he could always save the day.

However, this time he knew that he was not so lucky, and he was really going to die.

Even if he was about to die, he could still feel at ease when he saw this white dress again.

Zisang Yanshu's own spiritual power and blood energy are transferred to Jing Lian, but his body is full of poinsettias, and those strange flowers are constantly sucking the blood and essence of Jing Lian's body, no amount of spiritual power is useless, But it can be delayed for a while.

In the end, Zi Sang Yanshu still bowed his head in guilt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I can't do anything..."

When he first entered Tingcheng, the mortal still had a breath, his blood was not sucked dry, and he could be rescued by Ye Junche, but Jing Lian's body was already withered, and it was only because of the little blood in Zisang Yanshu Holding on, even if the poinsettia and the devilish energy were removed from his body, there was no way to recover.

Jing Lian coughed hard a few times, and looked weaker and weaker. He opened his mouth and said a lot, his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it.

Zisang Yanshu had to lean closer to him before he could barely hear two words: "Jing Qian..."

The old Hou Ye who was once all-powerful on the battlefield, now that he is dying, what he misses most is his son.

Just hearing this name, Zi Sang Yanshu knew what Jing Qian was thinking, took his hand, left a mark on his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Jinghou, I know you are worried, you and I are very happy." The fate of acquaintance many years ago can only do this for you now, don't worry, I will save it for you, so that Tingcheng and Danzhou can see the light of day again."

The imprint on the hand is the memory about Jing Qian left for Jing Lian before the temporary, and there is also a dream of family reunion.

It is another kind of fulfillment to be able to see the people who miss and care about, reunite with family members, and share the happiness of the family before dying.

Immersed in a dream of family reunion, Jing Lian was smiling the moment he closed his eyes.

After death, the soul will leave the body and go to the underworld for reincarnation.

But these people who died in the demonic realm, their souls were also trapped in the city after death, they were refined and ingested by Feng Yi, and they could not be freed.

Zi Sang Yanshu took off his outer robe and covered Jing Lian, and said in a deep voice, "This enmity, I will definitely let him pay with blood!"

Another life disappeared. Seeing Zisang Yanshu's head bowed and the grief in his eyes, Feng Yi felt happy and laughed wildly: "It turns out that the Dragon King of the South China Sea will also be sad because of life and death. I am an eye-opener." gone."

After Jing Lian was settled, Zi Sang Yanshu stood up, his spiritual power condensed into hundreds of ice blades all over his body, the sadness in his eyes faded away, and only endless killing intent remained. Xueshan will take your life too!"

However, Feng Yi seemed not to have seen Zi Sang Yanshu's killing intent, and asked suddenly: "Since the Dragon King of the South China Sea would be saddened by the death of a mortal, do you still remember Hua Liao? Do you still think how she died? "

This name, Zi Sang Yanshu, was mentioned by Feng Wei, and it seems to be the name of the poinsettia flower demon.

Feng Yi became a demon because of this flower demon.

At this moment, Zi Sang Yanshu didn't have the patience to talk about flower demons with him, so he said coldly: "I'm not in the mood to know how a flower demon died!"

Now Zisang Yanshu is not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, he just wants to tear him up quickly.

All the ice blades behind him stabbed towards Feng Yi at that moment.

Feng Yi, who had already been possessed by demons, was surrounded by a strong demonic energy. While blocking the ice blades, he soared into the sky. A huge purple bird soared in the sky of Danxue Mountain, and at the same time sprayed purple flames towards Zisang Yanshu.

At the same time, Zisang Yanshu also showed his real body, a huge white dragon soared into the sky, wrestled with the scorpion, and fought in mid-air.

It didn't take long for the bird to be swept to the ground by the white dragon's tail, making a huge crater on the top of the phoenix.

Zi Sang Yanshu who fell to the ground next to him was not much better, his white clothes were already stained with blood.

Just as Feng Yi came out of the huge pit, an ice sword was already pointed at his throat.

At this moment, Feng Yi understood that he was still defeated, and laughed sadly towards the pitch-black sky: "Hahaha! In the end, I will die by your hands. The sun never leaves, and one day it will kill you!"

"Really?" Zi Sang Yanshu sneered, "You can't do anything to me even if you become a demon alive, let alone become a demon. Do you think this seat will give you a chance to become a demon?"

Facing Feng Yi, who is still obsessed with obsession at this time, Zi Sang Yanshu only feels disappointed: "For a flower demon to become a demon, to hurt the aunt who raised you, and to sacrifice the living beings of the two cities, Feng Yi, at this time you Still not sure what's wrong?"

"Why not? What's wrong with me!" Feng Yi yelled with scarlet eyes, "Jian Xu's soul is scattered, you have also half-stepped into a demon, and almost sacrificed the world, and you also hurt Ming Yu. You half for Jian Xu Stepping into the magic to gain the current power, why can't I do your way for Hua Liao!"

Feng Yi stared at Zi Sang Yanshu with scarlet eyes, and asked loudly: "You build sacred tree temples all over the world, don't you just want to use the offerings of the people of the world to make offerings to Jian Xu, so that he can be resurrected in the future? Then I use the souls of the two cities to make offerings to Polygonum, isn't the purpose the same as yours?"

The ice sword pierced Feng Yi's neck and throat, and bright red blood seeped out along the blade, staining the red shirt drop by drop.

The pain made Feng Yi awake for a moment, but there were more and more magic lines on his face, which were still eroding Feng Yi's sanity.

At this time, Zi Sang Yanshu said coldly: "I am here to tell you what is different. I have half stepped into the devil, but I can still retain my sanity. It is only because I live towards death, I live by death, and I am buried in the Dragon Palace." The white dragon that used to be dead at the time of the earth, climbed out of the place where the dragon was buried to be reborn."