Chapter 700: Demon change (2)

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The familiar voice was introduced into the ears of the monsoon smoke. The monsoon smoke was incredibly wide-eyed, and the demon who was run by his own sword was filled with incredulity.
This voice...
It is clearly Yang Lan! !
The monsoon smokes a sloppy squatting squatting on the ground.
"Sorry... I can't... help..." The demon's mouth overflowed with a large piece of blood, and Xu was the approaching death, letting the uncontrollable madness in it disappear, and the eyes were no longer ferocious. Harmony, but with a touch of monsoon smoke familiarity and helplessness.
"Yang... General Yang..." The monsoon smoked a breath of air.
How could this be!
This demon, how could it be Yang Lan!
The huge guess instantly impacted the mind of the monsoon smoke. She subconsciously wanted to pull out the epee and check the demon's injury.
However, it used its own hand to hold the half of the epee, and did not let the monsoon smoke have a chance to pull out.
"Save... save me... I don't want to... so alive..." Yang Lan's voice came from the mouth of the Yaozu.
At this moment, the monsoon smoke is almost certain, the Yaozu in front of you is Yang Lan!
"General Yang, what the is this?!!" The eyes of the monsoon smoke were full of shocks. She thought that Yang Lan was dead, but... she never dreamed that Yang Lan turned out to be... .
This is simply impossible. In the process of her contact with Yang Lan, she did not find any atmosphere of the Yaozu on his body.
The Yaozu did not open again, and a large piece of blood flowed out of its wounds. Its breath became weaker and weaker, and the two enchanting cockroaches collapsed halfway.
"The season...the general...the army...just... handed it to you..."
Fragmented voice, at the moment of landing, the demon's hand holding the sword of the sword slammed hard toward the wound!
Almost in an instant, the last glimmer of the fund's eyes gradually dissipated, and the scarred body weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a pile of dust was formed in front of the monsoon smoke.
Among the dust, the eternal flash of the blaze of light flashed in front of the monsoon smoke.
This imprint, monsoon smoke has been seen in Yang Lan’s body...
The monsoon smoke grips the sword's hand and trembles. She subconsciously smashes the mark. At the moment of the start, she feels hot. The heat is hot and does not burn her palm, but it burns her soul.
Linghe and others rushed over to the monsoon smoke by the fire.
"General?" Ling He looked at the back of the monsoon smoke on the ground, "What about the demon?"
Linghe could not see the body of the Yaozu, the only thing he saw was a pile of ashes.
The figure of the monsoon smoke suddenly became stiff. After a moment of silence, she quietly took the seal belonging to Yang Lan into the space soul jade, and then stood up.
She didn't look back, just looking at the pile of ashes under her feet, faintly said: "Dead."
"Dead?" Linghe is a little surprised.
The eyelids of the monsoon smoke drooped, and the sorrow of the fundus was condensed.
"This... for him, maybe a relief."
While the monsoon smoke said this, the brows wrinkled together.
She couldn't forget that the demon, or Yang Lan... the last release of the eyes.
Why is this?
Why do you demonize when you die?