Chapter 252: Yan Shui Mo Zhi Go (eight shifts)

Zhou Fan stood still, looking nervously at Su Kuan and Yan Shuimo not far away.
In Su Kuan's hand, there was a dagger with a flash of light. This dagger exuded a strong evil spirit, and it was a demon soldier at first glance.
And if killed by a demon soldier, it is difficult for the soul to enter the underworld, because after being contaminated with evil spirits, it will become a resentful spirit, enter the Styx, and be lonely forever.
With Yan Shuimo's strength, wanting to resist the demons is tantamount to a dream.
"Hehe...boy, you are very powerful, but what about it, you don't have to be obediently to catch it." Su Kuan spit out the blood from his mouth, grinned, and a blood-stained smile, looking quite crippled.
"Let her go." Zhou Fan said in a deep voice with his eyes red.
"It's okay to let her go, you will follow us obediently, it will be good to us." Su Kuan smiled.
With Yan Shuimo in his hands now, he was not afraid that Zhou Fan would dare to mess around.
He was also betting that Zhou Fan's feelings for Yan Shuimo were deep enough that he could even sacrifice his life.
"I can go with you, but you have to let her go first." Zhou Fan took a deep breath.
"Zhou Fan, don't." Yan Shuimo shook his head.
Being held hostage by Su Kuan, she didn't have any fear. The only thing she worried about was Zhou Fan, who was worried that Zhou Fan would foolishly agree to Su Kuan's request.
She knew that Su Kuan and the others were by no means good people. If they fell into their hands, even if Zhou Fan was strong, he would probably not escape death.
At this point, she was really scared!
"Shut up." Su Kuan's palm slammed Yan Shuimo's cheek fiercely. The beautiful cheek immediately bulged and swelled up.
"You guys stop me." Zhou Fan's eyes were red, and his hands couldn't help clenching tightly. If he were not worried that Yan Shuimo would be harmed, he would have done it a long time ago.
"Boy, since you chose to come with us, let us wear your pipa bones and seal your cultivation." Su Kuan smiled slightly.
After wearing the pipa bone and sealing the cultivation base, Zhou Fan will become indistinguishable from ordinary people. Once it does, it will be the meat on the chopping board, which can be slaughtered!
"Okay, I agree." Zhou Fan nodded, with all his spiritual energy retracted from his body, his aura suddenly dropped, as if he had given up all resistance.
However, Liang Yong stepped forward, step by step towards Zhou Fan.
"Zhou Fan, don't!" Yan Shuimo shook his head, "Zhou Fan, from the moment you rescued me, the fate between you and me was doomed, and I cherish this fate very much."
"Being with you is the happiest thing in my life. Although I can't keep walking with you, I can't give you two big fat boys, but I don't regret it..."
"Ink and wash, what are you going to do?" After hearing Yan Shuimo's words, Zhou Fan seemed to have heard something terrible. His heart was panicked, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Zhou Fan, every minute and every second of my time with you is happy. Farewell." Yan Shuimo's expression was calm, with tears in her clear eyes. She looked at Zhou Fan with gentleness. I want to think that this day will not come, but this day has come!
"I love you!" After Yan Shuimo said this, her neck suddenly turned, and the sharp magic weapon dagger cut through her white neck.
Suddenly, black evil spirits followed the wound and eroded towards her body.
"No..." Zhou Fan opened his eyes angrily, roared, and the spiritual power in his body burst out uncontrollably.
When Liang Yong saw this scene, his face changed, and he pulled back, but Zhou Fan suddenly turned around, stepped on his feet, and chased after him. In his palm, a red flame surged directly on Liang Yong's abdomen. .
"Ah!" Liang Yong let out a horrified roar, urging the spiritual power in his body to extinguish the crimson flames, but he found that the spiritual power was also burning.
It seems that this kind of flame is simply impossible to extinguish.
This is the true fire of Samadhi. As Zhou Fan's strength increased, the power of true fire of Samadhi became more and more terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, Liang Yong was burned and vaporized away.
After killing Liang Yong, Zhou Fan stepped on his feet and killed Su Kuan.
Seeing this scene, Su Kuan was extremely horrified. The crimson flame was really too powerful, even Liang Yong couldn't stop it. Can he resist it again?
Impossible, he did not hesitate to take out a Dao Talisman, directly crushed it.
This Dao Talisman was originally he killed a late-stage congenital realm powerhouse to obtain the spoils. It could be moved a hundred miles away in an instant, and that guy was killed by himself before he could use it.
And just after Su Kuan crushed this Dao Talisman, a ray of light directly wrapped him in and escaped instantly.
"Where to escape!" Zhou Fan yelled and wanted to chase.
"Brother Fan, take a look at Sister Shui Mo, she is about to die." Wen Ting shouted loudly.
"Ink and wash, how are you?" After hearing Wen Ting's words, Zhou Fan immediately came to Yan Shuimo's side, watching the magic lines climbing on the originally fair skin, Zhou Fan's heart was quite distressed.
At this time, Yan Shuimo's body was filled with horrible evil spirits, and it seemed as if she had been soaked in evil spirits, especially her neck was protruding, and the wounds were like ink, making her heart beating.
"Sage Doctor!"
Zhou Fan didn't hesitate, and directly urged the wonderful hand saint doctor, the mysterious aura flowing in the palm of his hand, pressing towards the wound on Yan Shuimo's neck.
The mysterious aura flowed, clearing Yan Shuimo's evil spirit, but Yan Shuimo's body was still getting colder and colder.
"Brother Fan, it's useless, Sister Shui Mo is dead." Wen Ting cried and said.
"No... Ink won't die!" Zhou Fan roared, his expression was crazy, his eyes were red, as if he had been enchanted.
"No, ink and wash, I won't let you have something to do." Zhou Fan's voice trembled, desperately urging the master doctor, this was the only means he could rely on.
The evil spirit in Yan Shuimo's body faded quickly, and after a while, she returned to her normal appearance, and even the wound on her neck returned to its original shape.
However, her body was still cold, without any vitality.
Suddenly, a transparent figure floated out of Yan Shuimo's body, which looked exactly the same as Yan Shuimo. However, in this figure, there was a trace of black evil spirit entwined, which was a manifestation of evil spirit invading the soul.
"Sister Shui Mo!" Seeing this figure, Zhou Fan stretched out his hand to grab it, but the palm of his hand was empty!
"Farewell, Zhou Fan!" Yan Shuimo glanced at Zhou Fan, his expression full of dismay.
Behind Yan Shuimo, a dark portal suddenly formed, bursting with terrifying suction, and instantly sucked Yan Shuimo in.
"No!" Watching Yan Shuimo being sucked into the portal, Zhou Fan roared hoarsely, like crazy!