Chapter 1752 Long Buhui

The price Long Jingtian paid for doing all this for Xue Zihan was that his strength was greatly damaged, and it would be difficult to recover for a long time.

Otherwise, even if he, the majestic Lord of the East China Sea, was ambushed by Niu Tongtian's people, he would not change his true form and cause serious injuries all over his body in order to destroy these clowns.

Not to mention that he would not be reduced to such a brutal fight with this lowly human race.

However, in Long Jingtian's view, these are nothing.

The real key is that he separated the essence of the demon core, and Zheng Ruo was connected to Xue Zihan's life, and they interacted with each other.

This is also the key to Xue Zihan's unwillingness to leave the Demon Realm with Xu Yi, because she can never get rid of Long Jingtian because of this inescapable induction.

It was precisely because of this sense that she could categorically say that Long Jingtian had not died in Niu Tongtian's ambush, and she could also detect Long Jingtian's arrival at Jingfa Hall in time.

Long Jingtian never imagined that there would be such a person in the world who could make Xue Zihan give up his life for him.

Xue Zihan's scattered spirit, his soul began to decline, his physical body immediately died, and the essence of the demon core hidden in the Demon Yuan Palace was immediately extinguished.

This ray of demon core essence is the essence of the demon core in Long Jingtian's body, and there is no room for it to be lost.

As soon as the demon core essence in Xue Zihan's body died, his demon core immediately lost its spirituality and began the process of death.

Despair turned into desolation, and desolation quickly turned into endless fear.

However, Long Jingtian was not afraid of his own death, so he died and his path to death was cut off. His lifelong achievements and his path to immortality were cut off. Just because he suddenly thought that he and Xuexian were humans and monsters, and even if they died and fell into darkness forever, they would probably be in two worlds.

Gradually, Long Jingtian's consciousness was surrounded by endless fear, and gradually fell into eternal darkness.

Until his death, he never regretted giving the essence of the demon core to Xue Zihan.

Until his death, he never blamed her.

Looking at Xue Zihan's soul gradually returning to nothingness, Xu Yi's eyes were completely dull, and his body seemed to be completely hollowed out. However, there was a big net that tightly bound his soul, preventing it from leaving the spiritual platform.

Xu Yi closed his eyes and waited for something quietly. Even with his mind, he couldn't resist the changes that happened one after another in a short period of time.

The huge sadness is like a surging tide, flooding the sky.

His monster body has almost stopped restoring. The lower half has returned to human form, but the upper half shows no signs of recovery.

The breath of life had almost flowed cleanly. He used his thoughts to take out the mutton-fat jade bottle from the mustard seeds, but his thoughts could not activate the bottle.

His body was almost dead and his soul was extremely weak.

It seems that Xu Yi is also waiting for the eternal darkness to fall.

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The pale sun shines through the black glass with green flowers washed by the rain, and shines on the face of an unshaven young man, making the grinning and shouting face look even more ferocious.

The owner of the face was almost squatting on the gaming chair of the Internet cafe, a pair of scarlet eyes almost boring into the large LCD screen in front of him.

In an Internet cafe with hundreds of computers arranged in an orderly manner, his voice was the most ferocious and loudest.

"Fuck, Lao Yinbi, kill that Voldemort... Don't take away what belongs to me, it's all mine. Fuck... I'll beat myself up if I'm so ruthless, I'll kill you, do..."

The shaggy mess of hair, which had not been taken care of for an unknown period of time, was rising in the wind as the head kept shaking.

When the clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, the young man slapped the keyboard and let out a huge sigh, making everyone feel his loss. "Fuck, just a little bit, a little bit, it's all mine." Chicken..."

"Hehe, my keyboard is made of iron and I picked it up for free. You said that you have been living with me for almost a year, but you have only one cent to give me. If you dare to mess with things again, I will see if I don't kick you out... …”

The plump and fair-skinned young woman in her thirties said bitterly and threw a bucket of soaked pickled pepper beef noodles in front of the young man.

At this moment, a commotion broke out in the northwest corner of the Internet cafe. First, two people were yelling at each other, and then seven or eight people confronted each other, each carrying a keyboard and a gaming chair. Obviously, a big battle was about to start at any time.

"Grass!"

The young man snorted, the landlady glanced at him, and he rushed out.

"Brother Chen, don't get me wrong, it was these brats from the West District who stabbed me first."

"Ah, Brother Chen, I am Lao Jiu, Lao Jiu, we are on the same team, ah..."

"Ahh..."

The way young people solve problems is short and crude, but extremely efficient.

Within a moment, seven or eight people all walked toward the door with swollen faces, passing by the landlady's bar. There were seven or eight old people's heads on the bar.

The landlady smiled happily, grabbed a handful of ham and threw it towards the young man.

The ham sausage was flying in the air, but the young man accurately and accurately caught it in his hand.

"Together, together, oh, oh..."

Suddenly, there were cheers and whistles in the Internet cafe.

The young man turned a deaf ear, tore off the wrapping of the ham sausage, stuffed it into the soaking noodle soup, picked up the instant noodles, and was about to eat it.

Suddenly, everything went dark, and the entire Internet cafe suddenly collapsed. Outside the window, there was a flood all over the sky, and then there were patches of clouds.

"Damn it, this kid is about to finish playing. Now, I will be killed..."

The young man looked up to the sky and cursed angrily, and immediately turned into a golden bird with three legs. It was a crow. It spread its wings and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the scene changed to the Jingfa Hall. In front of the half-demon, half-human Xu Yi, who was almost a corpse, Luo Chen, dressed in a monk's robe, appeared.

"What the hell is going on? You're in such a miserable state. Thanks to me, I taught you the Nine Transformation Secrets to Sainthood, but you still ended up in such a miserable state. You're a weakling. You're really a weakling..."

Baoxiang's solemn mouth was spraying trendy words, and the overall image was extremely inconsistent.

It turns out that this Luo Chen is of course not Xu Yi's mentor Luo Chen, but the memory of a very ancient and powerful person who Xu Yi encountered in the Heavenly Demon Jade Bid in the Ultimate Heavenly Temple.

Memory gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and he became the guardian of the Demon Jade Bi for a bet.

Wall defenders are best at reading people's memories, and they also rely on reading the memories of intruders to relieve the loneliness that lasts for thousands of years.

When the Wall Keeper encountered Xu Yi, he read his memory, transformed into the image of Chen, and communicated with Xu Yi.

After a chance meeting, Liao Chen fell in love with Xu Yi's memory river. In his opinion, it was a vivid world.

For him, who has been lonely for countless years, Xu Yi's long memory is the real world he longs for most.

In order to let Xu Yi open up the long river of memory, Liao Chen did not hesitate to make various promises, and even taught Xu Yi the secret of nine transformations into a saint. Only then did he successfully enter Xu Yi's long river of memory and disappear.