It doesn't sound like the sound of a living thing.

Dry, cold, depressing, like summoning a ghost.

"Brother, be careful!"

Before Nan Fan could finish his words, his throat was cut open. He felt as if a huge tube was blocking his throat, sucking out all the blood in his body.

"elder brother!"

"Brother, where are you?"

Under the black fog, Nan Qi couldn't see his brother's shadow at all.

I could only shout loudly hoping to get a response from him.

Qingzhi only knew that Qilin needed to be recognized by a drop of blood, but she didn't know that if she wanted Qilin to exert its greatest power, a living person must be sacrificed every time it was opened.

Obviously, Nanfan and Nanqi are the best candidates in Cangyue's mind.

"No...don't...come over."

Nan Fan used up his last bit of strength and hugged Qilin tightly.

Buy time for your brother to escape to a safe area.

Qilin stared blankly at Nanfan with its scarlet eyes in the scabbard of its sword. It did not understand human emotions, it only knew that it was very hungry.

㹏人㳍It fully enjoys the two people in front of it.

After that, he killed everyone and turned this place into a living hell.

After the sacrifice, the people of Qi will come to give alms, and the surviving people of Qi will definitely respect the people of Qi.

Treat the person as a savior.

The magistrate does not need to ascend to heaven, he can become the ruler of this world and even the six realms by himself.

Qilin pushed Nanfan away and headed straight for Nanqi, who exuded the breath of a living person.

"Hungry."

"I'm so hungry."

"Fresh blood..."

Nan Qi was so frightened that he stepped back step by step, and just at that moment his back hit the door.

The door opened from the outside.

Nan Qi collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear, and crawled out with his hands and feet together.

monster.

It's a monster.

When Qilin saw Nanqi trying to escape, the black energy surrounding him gathered into thousands of arrows, piercing Nanqi directly.

Suddenly, a flash of icy light passed by.

A safety shield made of ice appeared in front of Nan Qi.

The bullet could not penetrate the safety cover and stuck straight on the cover.

"Qilin, stop being so arrogant."

Fu Yu whipped Qilin with her ice whip. This time she put all her true energy into it. Each whip was filled with murderous intent that could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack. She vowed not to stop until Qilin was subdued.

Even a high-ranking immortal king cannot withstand ten whips.

"Hungry."

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

Even though his skin was torn and the gaping wounds had exposed the sword hidden in the bones, Qilin still did not fall down. The black air gradually turned into flesh and blood to fill the gap.

Qilin clenched his claws, and the muscles all over his body tightened like cracks and continued to expand like bubbles.

Soon it broke through the ceiling of the inn.

"Hungry, kill, hungry, kill."

Qilin looked at Fu Yu with his bloodshot eyes, pulled up the inn effortlessly, and smashed it hard on the ground.

Fortunately, Fu Yu reacted very quickly and flew into the air.

But the falling wood chips still scratched her cheek.

Ming Teng was following his master's orders and using magic to transfer everyone here to a safe place.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before my eyes.

The image of Fu Yu flashed through my mind.

The sunset on a summer night dyed the sky blood red.

Fu Yu was placed in mid-air, blocking the huge Qilin alone.

Ming Teng covered his chest and gasped for breath.

This scene is so familiar, so painful, and I want to cry.

Did my mother back then also want her parents to be like this?

What was she thinking at that time?

The previous Ming Teng didn’t understand, but now he finally understands.