The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

Gravel rolled down, and dust flew everywhere.

And at the center of this strike

A horrifying hole appeared in Zhao Yan's chest, revealing everything from front to back.

The jagged edges are traces of being torn apart by brute force.

His skin was completely exposed, and black blood seeped from countless tiny cracks in his body, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

Xia Chuan's right leg was now protruding from Zhao Yan's chest.

He slowly pulled his right leg back.

A bloody leg was pulled out of the hole in Zhao Yan's chest, bringing with it a piece of broken bone and dried flesh.

Xia Chuan took a half step back, preparing to readjust his posture.

But they found Zhao Yan, who had previously shown no signs of life.

Two hands had somehow managed to grip Xia Chuan's calves tightly.

Those hands were withered and pale, with nails deeply embedded in Xia Chuan's skin, like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Xia Chuan's gaze froze.

"You survived injuries like that?!"

Zhao Yan did not answer.

He bled from all seven orifices. His hysterical outburst had drained the life force of the corpse.

The remaining magical power within his body was completely exhausted, replaced by a final life force originating from his very being.

Blood gushed wildly from Zhao Yan's body, flowing down his hands and Xia Chuan's legs like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing Xia Chuan's lower body.

Thick and scalding hot, it seemed to have a life of its own, climbing, wrapping, and enveloping Xia Chuan's skin.

It enveloped Xia Chuan along with the blood body he borrowed from Shangguan Xiao, transforming it into layer upon layer of blood-red cocoon.

The cocoon was fully formed. Zhao Yan, panting heavily, looked at Xia Chuan before him:

"My blood body is trapped with you."

"That way you can't change your body!"

But the demon's gaze remained calm and unwavering: "Is that so?"

Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat when he met Xia Chuan's calm gaze.

This kid has a backup plan?

Even though Xia Chuan was the one being restrained, Zhao Yan felt that Xia Chuan was the one in control of the situation.

Zhao Yan bit his tongue, a resolute look appearing in his eyes.

But I have reached a dead end.

The only thing we can do right now is to gamble everything!

A blood-red figure flew in from the horizon, and Zhao Yan activated his spell without hesitation!

[Aberrant Body Swap]!

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to initiate the position swap.

"puff"

With the final exchange with his blood body, Zhao Yan appeared outside the blood cocoon.

He knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, panting heavily.

The hole in his chest had not healed, and black blood was still flowing.

But in his eyes burned a kind of almost insane determination.

When my magic power is exhausted, I'll use my own blood!

Blood gushed out like a tidal wave from Zhao Yan's wounds all over his body!

He's gambling with his own life!

Such a drain on life force would surely kill even a Nirvana corpse.

But Zhao Yan's determination was like a flame:

I'm sorry, senior sister, I can't keep our appointment.

May you live a good life in your next life!

Zhao Yan struggled to his feet, facing the demon before him, his right hand clenched loosely.

The blood-red light coalesced once more, but this time, the light no longer came from magic power, but from his flesh, his bones, and his soul.

A Guan Dao (a type of halberd) slowly took shape in his hand.

The blade was blood red, and the greedy wolf engraved on the back of the blade howled to the sky, as if it wanted to devour the moon.

The Great Evil Blood Martial Arts: Greedy Wolf Slaying the Moon!!!

An unprecedented determination, carrying with it the obsession of the Supreme Being of the River of Oblivion who protected his wife a thousand years ago.

The long sword, like a dragon, went straight towards the demon!

"Come to hell with me!"

With Zhao Yan resolute in his determination to die, Guan Dao slashed down fiercely.

The blade flashed like the moon, cleaving through the night and the dust, and slashed towards Xia Chuan, who was trapped in a blood-red cocoon.

Faced with such a deadly blow, Xia Chuan simply sighed softly.

With a slight effort, his right hand emerged from the blood-red cocoon, its five fingers spread wide.

"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was terrifyingly clear.

Zhao Yan was speechless.

That feeling of controlling his soul returned, as if an invisible hand had reached into his body and grasped his soul.

"How...how is this possible?"

His body froze in mid-air, the guan dao stopping three feet above Xia Chuan's head, unable to strike again.

Xia Chuan did not speak.

The black flash attack that was just unleashed has refreshed the 30-day cooldown of the Spirit Binding skill.

Zhao Yan felt a chill in his heart and stared intently at Xia Chuan.

Sure enough, sure enough, there was a backup plan.

The true successor of the Three Truths, given time, will surely reach a level I dare not even imagine.

But now, allow me one last gamble!

Zhao Yan roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"If I die, you will not live either!!!"

He no longer tried to break free from that shackle on his soul, but instead chose...

Detonate itself.

His body began to swell, inflating like an inflating balloon, and dense cracks appeared on his skin, from which golden light shone.

The self-destruction of a powerful, magical corpse is enough to level an area of ​​several miles.

however

"Three True Kings Sword Formation Talisman!!!"

A young yet resolute voice rang out from the ruins.

(Note that the character in the picture is not the villain.)

Zhao Yan's face stiffened.

That brat!

He turned his head sharply and saw that Gao Haoguang had stood up at some point.

The gray-haired boy was covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his side, while his right hand was raised high, with a golden talisman between his index and middle fingers.

The talisman paper was already more than half burned.

The second powerful magic talisman.

Golden lightsabers rained down like a storm, covering the sky and completely enveloping Zhao Yan's swollen figure.

"Do not!!!"

Zhao Yan let out a final roar.

The lightsaber pierced his body, pinning his swollen frame to the spot, as if pierced by a thousand arrows.

Golden light intertwined with black corpse blood, annihilated, and exploded.

"boom!!!"

But in his last glimpse, Zhao Yan saw...

The broken spirit body in Xia Chuan's hand.

Shangguan Xiao's remnant soul was floating there, its semi-transparent figure swaying slightly in the night wind, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

senior sister.

I am sorry.

It is my incompetence.

Zhao Yan's consciousness sank into a deathly silence.

There was no pain, no struggle, only endless darkness and endless regret.