Chapter 1944: Enchanted

The fog had become thicker, Yang Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked forward slowly.
Nan Mingli Fire Sword condensed into a ball of light and shadow in his palm, radiating a sense of sword intent from time to time.
The wind howled and the mist surged.
He cut down with a sword, trying to split the thick fog, but a huge gap appeared in the fog under the sword light, but it quickly closed.
The damp and thick fog seemed to infect his body, and his every step became difficult, and every time he moved forward, he was walking with a heavy load.
He killed everyone, including himself, and his eyes seemed to have only hatred and killing intent.
In the mist, Mu Lingyun suddenly appeared.
It seemed that the mist suddenly became a little more agile because of her appearance, and there was more holy light and shadow.
Her long skirt swayed gently in the wind, fluffy like snow, and her skin became more white and crystal clear in the dark mist, like delicate porcelain under the moonlight.
She looked at Yang Chen in horror, her beautiful eyes were full of fear and affection.
She saw his eyes full of killing intent, his face full of distorted madness.
"what happened to you?"
Yang Chen sneered, grinning, "You are also a phantom! Come, let me kill you! Kill you, I will become myself!"
"If you don't become a fairy, you will become a devil!"
"kill!"
"No!"
Mu Lingyun yelled, her face full of horror: "I am Lingyun, don't you recognize me?"
Yang Chen laughed wildly: "I have killed everyone, everyone, including myself, now, let me kill you too! After killing you, I will complete myself, the one who has nothing to worry about. A powerful person, I will be invincible again!"
Yang Chen took out the sword again.
But Mu Lingyun did not resist, let alone use her Fiery Immortal Body, even if she did it once, she could resist his sword.
The sword light penetrated Mu Lingyun's body, but she did not fly away in the mist like those before.
The blood flowed out of her body, as the sword light was pulled out and spilled into the air, turning into a flood of flowers.
When Jianguang submerged inch by inch into her chest, she kept looking at him quietly, with no pain in her eyes, no complaints or hatred, only love and compassion.
"what!"
Yang Chen suddenly woke up from the confusion and madness, and then was astonished, and suddenly realized that the wood Lingyun in front of him was not a phantom!
He killed his favorite person!
He stepped through, hugging Mu Lingyun's shaky body.
Mu Lingyun's face became pale because of the loss of blood, but her eyes were still full of love when she looked at him, as if he was everything to her, and apart from him, everything else was not important, including her life.
She slowly raised her hand and gently touched the blood stain on the corner of his mouth, trying to wipe it off, but her hand was soft and weak.
"I know you didn't mean it, and I also know you must be working hard now!"
"But promise me, never forget yourself anytime!"
Tears welled up in Yang Chen's eyes, and he shot to seal the acupuncture tract beside her wound to stop the blood flowing out.
"Don't say anything, I will take you out!"
He carried Mu Lingyun behind him and walked forward.
A small figure appeared in the fog.
He looked like a seven or eight-year-old child, but his face was shrunk and wrinkled like a dried walnut, and his eyes were full of vicious hatred and sarcasm.
Demon Lord!
"Only one step away! Yang Chen!"
World Exterminating Demon Lord sighed with great regret: "With only one step, you can become a demon!"
"This woman shouldn't show up at this time, she has harmed you, and even more harmed herself!"
Yang Chen roared and slashed at him with a sword.
Sword light gushes from his palm, turning into colorful light and shadow in the sky, the violent sword intent carries the endless anger in Yang Chen's heart, and rushes toward the Exterminator Demon like a huge wave.
The Exterminating Demon Venerable suddenly disappeared, and a graceful figure emerged from the mist.
Another wood spirit.
The mist engulfed her body into a fluffy skirt, shaking gently with the wind, her eyes were like two morning stars in the mist, gleaming with blurred sadness.
"You killed me!"
She sighed faintly, her tone full of sadness.
"She is fake!"
The Mu Lingyun behind it weakly whispered in Yang Chen's ear.
The wood Lingyun in front of her pointed her finger to her chest, and there was a hole in it, which seemed to be full of nothingness.
"Look, I have no heart!" She looked at Yang Chen sadly: "You have no more! When you killed me, you also smashed your heart!"
Yang Chen looked at her quietly. Although he knew she was a fake, the dying Mu Lingyun behind him was the real one, but he still couldn't help being painful and sad because of her words. A word is like a sharp sword, piercing his chest little by little.
"Kill her!"
The Mu Lingyun behind said weakly.
"No!"
The Mu Lingyun in front of him exclaimed, as if he had been pierced by a sword just now.
Yang Chen's body shuddered in pain, as if he could not bear the torture.
The Mu Lingyun in front of him chuckled softly: "Look, you were so cruel just now, but now you can't bear to do it!"
"So, you cannot become a god, nor a demon."
"You are a person, and your feelings are your fetters and your shackles! In ten thousand years, you will still die in the hands of Empress Hongchen and Emperor Jingxin as before, because you can never be as unfeeling as they were. !"
"Wow!"
A red light like a sea wave constantly seeps out from Yang Chen's body, the light instantly illuminates the surrounding mist, the black mist recedes like a tide, and the surrounding air is also changing between the two forces. It fluctuates violently.
Slave India!
A red rune suddenly appeared on Yang Chen's chest, and blood-red light radiated from the rune, with an irresistible pressure, dispelling the surrounding black mist.
This is exactly the contract between Yang Chen and Amo to suppress his slave mark.
The Wood Lingyun in front of her roared painfully in the blood-red light, her face became hideous, and as the light became stronger and stronger, her figure gradually shattered, drifted away, and finally disappeared.
All the fog dispersed, Yang Chen saw a short figure standing quietly several tens of meters away, his eyes were like ghost fires beating in the dark night, filled with anger and hatred.
Behind him, the corpses of the Six Gods were everywhere, and the situation on the battlefield seemed to have suddenly changed because of the appearance of the black fog.
The unicorns covered with gold scales were madly trampled and dashed against the tribe of the Six Gods, and the four hoofs were raised, which brought a shower of blood.
Di Yan is crazy!
In the mist, he did not control the demons, his mind was bewitched, and he had become crazy and bloodthirsty. He could not recognize where the enemy was and where he was his comrade-in-arms. Even the Qilin tribe fighters did not escape him Kill!