The bearded man woke up.

After two or three hours of sleep, he opened his eyes.

My body is still very tired.

But he no longer wants to sleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, you can see Lao Wang, who is like a drooping old man, piercing his hand into his neck, blood flying everywhere, and the nightmare in his mind is constantly echoing repeatedly.

As soon as Lao Wang died, he could see himself pointing out Amei's head from a third-party perspective.

Blood and brain matter spilled everywhere.

The slender body fell to the ground and twitched under his feet.

The blood seemed to circling again, carrying his consciousness. Back to that night, he and Amei were under the stars in the wild. The two of them were as passionate as fire, their beautiful skin was as jade, and the moonlight was used as a veil to comfort them.

But the next moment, Amei, who was passionate and awkward, turned into a fierce and evil ghost in a turn.

He howled and rushed towards him.

"Give me back my life! Give me back my life!"

That evil ghost.

It's Lao Wang.

Lao Wang was howling, pinching his neck with both hands, roaring and shaking wildly.

"You could have saved me!"

The evil ghost was roaring.

The sound echoed in the bearded man's mind.

Such nightmares were repeated, so he could no longer sleep peacefully.

Yang Fu sat up with difficulty.

The clothes on his body had been replaced with a clean outer robe, but the injuries on his body were applied with medicine, and there was a tingling and numbness, which made him twitch the corners of his mouth.

He was very hungry, but he had no appetite, so he went to eat something.

Outside the camp, there was a fire burning. The surviving warriors were also unintentional to fall asleep, so they could only gather together, talk to each other, or simply pick up the strong wine and drink themselves drunk.

The bearded man doesn't want to drink.

He didn't want to talk to others. He moved his body and let the true energy flow through his tired body. After more than ten breaths, he stood up, put on his outer robe, and did not alarm anyone, and walked out of the tent that emitted the smell of herbs.

He hid in the dark and walked forward.

This camp is built next to the rift valley. In this place, you can see a little or two away, and there is also a fire burning in Dongying City, which is like the remnant of a lonely peak.

The fire is very big.

It's like a torch between heaven and earth, but it can't dispel the night.

Yang Fu walked to the edge of the rift valley alone. He looked at the dark valley more than ten feet deep below. From the words of the people in the camp, he knew that this rift valley was caused by the fight between Taoist Ziwei and the demonic immortal.

Indeed.

Perhaps only immortals and those masters can do this in a different way, right?

The bearded man looked in front of him with his eyes blankly.

It's like a broken soul, barely maintaining its original appearance.

His heart was full of pain.

He lost too much in this battle.

For a moment, a thought of decisive death arose in Yang Fu's heart.

Lao Wang died and Amei died too. So many brothers he brought with him were also killed because he insisted on killing demons and eliminating demons.

They could have escaped.

It was because of themselves that they died here tragically and buried their bones in a foreign land.

What is your face to meet them?

It’s better to die!

Thinking of this, Yang Fu gritted his teeth and took a step forward, and his figure suddenly flashed and fell down.

The wind blew in my ears.

When it was about to land, Yang Fu's mind suddenly appeared in his family, his beloved wife, and his children. They were still at home, waiting for Yang Daxia to return.

I can't die yet

"Bang"

A stream of true energy surged, and the familiar explosive craft pushed the internal force, making a crisp sound in the air.

He kicked the rock beside him, letting his falling body slide forward for several feet, and then rolled in his body, adjusting his posture, landing on the ground, and staggering when he landed.

With a snap.

Yang Daxia fell to eat shit, and his whole face was imprinted in the soil.

But at least he survived.

For a master like him, a height of more than ten feet is not fatal.

There are no one else here, so naturally I won’t be afraid of being embarrassed.

It's just a embarrassed situation that you can't escape.

His body was covered with mud.

He just lay on the ground, turned over, and looked at the night sky above his head. Perhaps because the spiritual energy had just dissipated, the sea of ​​stars tonight was extremely clear.

Yang Fu hides here.

He didn't want to go anywhere else, as if he was hiding here. If he hid outside the crowd, he could find a trace of peace of mind.

But in fact, there isn't.

The memories of nightmares are like shadows.

He was in the Jade Emperor Palace and heard the Taoists say about Penglai's conspiracy.

The end of this spiritual disaster is just the beginning.

Yesterday, the Ten Thousand Spirit Formation scattered more than 500 miles, covering most of Qilu. Black clouds covered the sky and disrupted the day and night. For ordinary people, such strange phenomena only brought some panic.

But everything is as usual, there are terrible things brewing.

Yang Fu remembers it very clearly.

Those Taoist priests said that in all places that are covered by the evil formation, young people under the age of twenty, as well as newborn children, will be activated.

Fortunately, the time for the evil formation to seize yesterday was still short, which was not enough to completely annihilate the charm of the young and girl.

But the sequelae of losing the innate Qi.

It's also very terrible.

Young people who should have achieved success in various industries will become mediocre because of this day's grabbing.

Good talents become rotten wood, and beautiful jade becomes stubborn stone.

Life is cut off before it begins.

Maybe they don’t know what precious things they have lost.

This kind of evil consequence will take time to slowly emerge.

"Mo'er, Bao'er, it's my dad who is useless and I can't protect you."

Yang Fu looked at the starry sky with pain in his eyes.

His family is in Jinan Prefecture.

Jinan Prefecture is only more than two hundred miles away, and his own children are also poisoned by the Penglai evil formation.

Thinking of this, the bearded man was almost shattered.

And his first wife.

He was obedient to himself and the couple was harmonious. He actually kept it from his wife and hooked up with the woman outside. He couldn't help but do ugly things.

Although Amei is dead.

But Yang Fu couldn't get through those things.

"I'm sorry for you. I'm a disgusting and obscene man, and I'm a hero."

Under the starry sky as clear as a mirror, the bearded man muttered to himself.

In addition, he thought of more.

This more than ten hours of darkness were a disaster that was almost a disaster for the warriors of Qilu.
To be continued...