By the time Yang Ran returned to his residence, it was already dusk, and he did not meet the ghost general or other demons.

Entering the house where I originally lived, there were originally four beds, but at this time there was no one, and the whole room was covered with a layer of dust.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself, he didn't expect that it had only been twenty days and he was the only one alive here.

Here, death is too common, at least more common than survival.

Closing the doors and windows, Yang Ran silently recited three times in his mind: The Immortal in Dreams. In two days, there would be an assessment at the Demon King's Palace, so he naturally wanted to make sure everything was safe and sound.

Gradually, the faint fragrance wafted in the room, making people intoxicated. Then the magnificent figure appeared in front of him again. Yang Ran was always confused. This was obviously a ghost. Why was there still a fragrance on his body? Could it be that the soul also has a fragrance?

?

The fairy in the dream in front of her was still dressed in white, and her splendor remained unchanged, just like the fairy in Guanghan Palace. Her eyes as clear as the moonlight focused on Yang Ran, and she said softly, "I haven't seen you for a month. Congratulations, sir, Xiu."

It has improved a lot.”

The voice was calm and soft, with no hint of surprise. Yang Ran, who was still showing off, felt a touch of disappointment and nodded, "Sister Fairy, how are you recovering?"

"It's enough to resist a demon king." Meng Zhongxian said softly, but her bright eyes kept staring at Yang Ran, and her brows knitted together.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ran had never seen such a demeanor from the fairy in the dream. Yang Ran asked with some anxiety, "Did sister fairy find any problem?"

The Dream Fairy hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Sir, who have you met recently?"

Yang Ran paused in his heart. Now that the two of them were connected in life and death, he did not hide it anymore. He told Meng Zhongxian everything that happened in these days, including of course the covenant with the Demon King Mo Tianlun. But what made Yang Ran confused

Yes, the Dream Fairy didn't pay much attention to these things, but had some reaction when he heard the white-haired witch.

Could it be that the white-haired witch really had any special identity? Thinking of the blood that made his cultivation skyrocket, and the weird and astonishing purple energy, Yang Ran's heart lit up.

"Sir, do you know the name of that white-haired woman?" At this moment, the Dream Fairy suddenly asked.

A flash of uneasiness passed through his heart, and Yang Ran said cautiously, "Her name is Enchantress. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"Enchantress..." The fairy in the dream muttered silently for a few times, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about something, but in the end she gave up. She had been sleeping for too many years, and it seemed that she had really lost too much. But why did she smell it?

When you see this breath, a hundred emotions are growing?

"Sister Fairy, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the other party looked distracted, Yang Ran asked with concern.

The Dream Fairy came back to her senses, smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, Master, maybe I'm overthinking." She hesitated for a moment, then said warmly, "Master, stand closer so I can see more clearly."

Is it like this again? Yang Ran walked over cautiously, but saw the fairy in his dream float and stop a step away from him. She raised her delicate hand and pressed it against Yang Ran's right chest, feeling nothing at all.

"Is there something wrong with the golden heart?" Feeling the warmth coming from the palm, Yang Ran asked tremblingly.

"Yes," the fairy in the dream responded and said softly, "Sir, although the Nine-nine Return to One function helps you absorb spiritual energy, I was too severely injured at the beginning and my golden heart withered. Now it cannot store so much.

The spiritual energy. Therefore, once the golden heart can no longer bear it, the spiritual energy will overflow and entangle with the demonic energy in the body, and you will explode and die."

"What should we do?" Hearing this, Yang Ran was shocked. Demon King Mo Tianlun was tortured every day in order to absorb the spiritual energy, and even the cultivation of the evil energy was regressing. Unexpectedly, he was also in trouble now, and he was still in trouble.

Such serious trouble.

"Young master, there is no need to worry." Dream Fairy comforted him with a warm voice, "If you leave the Eighteen Blood Demon Realm, you must remember to find something to reawaken the golden heart. Once the golden heart is revived, the benefits you will receive will exceed

You imagine.”

"What?" Yang Ran asked hurriedly.

The color of memories passed over Meng Zhongxian's face, and a hint of sadness suddenly flashed across her cold face. She opened her red lips and whispered, "The only thing that can completely awaken the heart is the blood and tears of God."

In the end, Yang Ran still couldn't ask the reason from Meng Zhongxian. Maybe even Meng Zhongxian himself had forgotten too many things that he shouldn't forget.

There was no words for the whole night. When he woke up the next day, Yang Ran tidied up his clothes, walked out of his residence and came to the blood pool, only to find that there were only about twenty demons left. Among them, there was a person who looked at Yang Ran with a look on his face.

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth with hatred!

After not seeing each other for twenty days, Yang Ran felt that the demonic energy in Zhou Ming's body had become much stronger. It turned out that he was already at the peak of demonic cultivation. It seemed that after a month, he was very likely to break through to the early demonic level!

Yang Ran suddenly came back at such a sensitive time, but no one had time to find out. Even Zhou Ming resisted and did not take action. Because there was only one place to participate in the Demon King's Hall assessment, which meant that no one could survive here today.

There is only one! The rest will have their demon hearts harvested and fall into hell.

One out of twenty, after countless battles, they only got such a slim chance, but this was their only chance and the last chance.

The atmosphere was gloomy and terrifying, and everyone was waiting for the blessing of the goddess of luck or the call of death.

In the silent panic, the ghost general finally appeared, carrying his bloodthirsty sword. When he looked at Yang Ran, his face changed slightly, but soon he stood expressionless again.

"It's finally coming to an end." Facing the crowd, the ghost general suddenly grinned, which was more terrifying than his expressionless face. "After half a year of breeding, it's time to harvest. Either step into the Demon King's Palace or fall into hell forever. Congratulations.

Everyone welcomes the last carnival."

"Infinite killing, this will be your most beautiful moment as demons!"

There was deathly silence below. All the demons lowered their heads, but clenched their weapons tightly, just waiting for the ghost general to announce the rules of screening.

"Here, within a radius of a hundred meters, is your last battlefield. Of course, it may also be your grave." The ghost general said, and with a wave of his hand, the sinister blood flag appeared again, making everyone's eyes shrink. Yang Ran also

He held the dagger at his waist uneasily.

"Come out, children." A gloomy voice sounded, and seven ferocious evil ghosts appeared in front of them in an instant, with faces covered with rotten flesh, bloody tongues, and blood-red eyes staring at the people in front of them, as if they were waiting for delicious food.

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"There are no rules in this screening. Whoever survives to the end is the winner." The ghost general said, taking a step back with a ferocious face. At this time, seven evil ghosts were floating around and surrounded all the demons in the place. In an instant,
Chapter completed!