Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Chapter 143 Heart Blood

Duan Lang looked at Mo Yuan and Rong Zhi who were facing each other almost in a daze. They were clearly the same person, with [-]% similar faces, the same voice and figure, but when the two stood together, it was easy to distinguish them s difference.

Rong Zhi is more sinister and violent than Mo Yuan, his cold eyes seem to be suppressing a wild beast that wants to choose and devour, which is frightening.The demonic energy surging from the Xingyingshi incident has stopped, and the dim light has returned to the room.The red lines on Mo Yuan's face and body were still swimming like running water, which looked shocking.He looked at Rong Zhi and sneered, "So what if you are not reconciled? You should have disappeared." Rong Zhi's face became ferocious, and his figure flashed, and continued to rush towards Mo Yuan.Mo Yuan flipped his palm, and a huge black broadsword appeared, slashing towards Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi only had a touch of divine sense, and his strength was no better than Mo Yuan's. If he was hit by a knife, he might be shattered.

Duan Lang hardly thought about it, and immediately stood between the two of them, and said in a speechless voice: "Can you stop beating up if you disagree?" Mo Yuan was startled when he saw Duan Lang, subconsciously changed the direction of his sword, and struck Hitting the table beside it, the jade table carved from white jade immediately shattered into a pile of powder.

And with his mad energy, his body began to rupture, one after another small wounds appeared, fine blood oozed out, and instantly wet the clothes on his body.

Rong Zhi smiled grimly, "There is too much demonic energy in your body, if you don't suppress it, it will explode. At that time, this body will still be mine." After he finished speaking, he looked down at Duan Lang beside him, his cold and violent eyes instantly become gentle. "A-Lang is still mine."

Suddenly, Tou Lang felt a chill on his back, he quickly took a step back, turned to face Rong Zhi, organized his words, and said, "But, I don't remember you."

He has no memory of being with Rong Zhi, and he can't fully empathize with what he said.There was tenderness in Rong Zhi's violent cold eyes, "It's okay, when I unseal your memory, you will think of me." Duan Lang: "..."

He found that although the people are different, the personality is still the same neuropathy.

He tried to reason with Rong Zhi, "That's different, I haven't experienced it, and I can't empathize with it at all."

Shen Juanzhi didn't know when he had already sat down, his slender body leaned against the back of the chair as if he had no bones.

"Little thing, what you said is wrong. You have the memory of the other party, how can you not empathize with him? You have the memory of my little junior brother, don't you have empathy for him?" Duan Lang: "..."

This looks like a lot of fun!

He finally couldn't help but glared at Shen Juanzhi bitterly, "Brother, can you please shut up? What I said is different from what you said."

Shen Juanzhi said coolly: "Why is it different?" Duan Lang: "...

He refused to discuss this metaphysical issue with Shen Juanzhi, looked worriedly at Mo Yuan, who had turned pale, and continued to communicate with Rong Zhi. "Rong...Rong Zhi..."

Rong Zhi interrupted him, "So you called me Shidi."

Duan Lang: "...Junior brother, we can discuss this matter again, can you settle the matter of the devilish energy first?" He was worried that Mo Yuan would really explode if this continued.

Rong Zhi's ice-cold voice softened, and he fixed his eyes on Duan Lang, "There is no way to solve the problem, let alone the magic dragon in his body." Duan Lang couldn't help but said anxiously: "Is there no way? "

Rong Zhi slowly floated in front of Duan Lang, grasping his hand with his palm, with a smile on his lips, "Of course. As long as I enter his body, I can suppress the swelling demon energy.

Duan Lang: "..."

After all, you still have to kill yourself.

There were also wounds on Mo Yuan's face, and the dark red blood slid across his terrifying face covered in red lines like drops of water, looking shocking.His cold eyes slid across the palm of Rong Zhi's holding Duan Lang, and he slashed fiercely with the broad sword in his hand. "Let go."

Duan Lang jumped, subconsciously throwing away Rong Zhi.

Mo Yuan took the opportunity to pull him to his side, looked at Rong Zhi with cold eyes, "Impossible." Even if the person in front of him was his future self, he would never let him occupy his body.Rong Zhi sneered, but didn't answer, as if he would just wait and see.

The matter fell into a stalemate like this, and because Mo Yuan couldn't bear the raging demonic energy in his body, his face became paler and paler, and his face covered with blood and red lines showed struggles, as if he was fighting against the demonic energy in his body.

Rong Zhi stood aside and watched coldly, with a violent expression, and the corners of his lips curled up looking cold.

At this moment, Mo Yuan suddenly groaned in pain, his straight back bent involuntarily, and the red lines that spread across his body were alive as if they were about to separate from his body.

Seeing the movement of Rong Zhi's figure, Duan Lang immediately stood in front of Mo Yuan, summoned the Xingling Sword and held it in his palm, "Junior Brother, don't touch him." Seeing that Duan Lang pointed the sword at him, Rong Zhi's expression darkened instantly . "Alang."

Duan Lang tightened the sword in his hand, "Friend Daoist Rong, you don't belong here."

There was a rare moment of blankness in Rong Zhi's expression, and then it was replaced by the heartache and anger of being betrayed. "He is me, I am him, even if I enter his body, it is my own body."

Duan Lang didn't know that Rong Zhi and Mo Yuan were the same person, but things didn't work out that way. Rong Zhi came from Rong Zhi who was from thousands of years later. He had Mo Yuan and had no memory. From another perspective, he was another person. one person.

"Friend Daoist Rong, you know this is wrong."

Rong Zhi looked at Duan Lang with trembling lips, "A-Lang, you don't want me anymore?" Duan Lang felt a sudden pain in his heart, and couldn't help but press his lower lip, "I'm sorry."

He knew that Rong Zhi did all this for him, but he had no way to treat Rong Zhi as Mo Yuan and agree with him to occupy Mo Yuan's body.Rong Zhi was greatly shocked, his figure swayed, his face was bleak, "You are not my A-Lang." His A-Lang would not treat him like this.

Shen Juanzhi just lazily watched the play from the side.

Duan Lang felt even more uncomfortable, and Tang Qingsi's attacks would take time to attack, causing a piercing pain in his chest and vertebrae.At this time, Mo Yuan seemed to have stretched to the limit, he swayed and leaned against Duan Lang's back.Duan Lang quickly turned around to support him, but was pushed down to the ground by his sudden heavy force.Mo Yuan also fell down and fell into Duan Lang's arms.

He had already turned into a blood man, the skin on his body was torn apart inch by inch by the devilish energy, and the thick warm blood wet the ink robe and fell heavily on him.

Duan Lang felt blood on his hand, and subconsciously hugged him a little tighter.

Shen Juanzhi interjected at the right time: "He can't hold on anymore, the magic dragon is going to break." The breaking of the magic dragon means that Mo Yuan will die, and he will disappear without Rong Zhi's intervention.

Duan Lang took out the dagger, cut open the congealed wound on his wrist, and fed the blood into Mo Yuan's mouth as before.Rong Zhi's heart suddenly ached, and he stared at Duan Lang with heavy eyes, "You can't save him like this. Let me do it." Even if A-Lang's blood is the Phoenix blood that can suppress the evil energy, it is not enough to help A-Lang at all. Can't save him.

Holding Mo Yuan in his arms, Duan Lang continuously fed fresh blood into his mouth. Seeing that it did not work as Rong Zhi said, he couldn't help flashing a trace of anxiety on his face.

He subconsciously looked at Shen Juanzhi, "Brother."

Shen Juanzhi looked at Duan Lang, whose face was too pale due to excessive blood loss, without moving. "I do not know what to do."

He's not his real junior, so why bother to care about him.Rong Zhi stared at Duan Lang for a moment, with pain in his eyes and a hoarse voice. "Ah Lang, let me come."

His spiritual consciousness is very powerful, and he can completely suppress the devil dragon. When the time comes, the devil energy pouring into Mo Yuan's body will not only not swallow him, but will be used by him.

Duan Lang raised his head and looked at Rong Zhi, "You will swallow him."

Rong Zhi swallowed Mo Yuan's consciousness, this body will be owned by Rong Zhi, and Mo Yuan will no longer be Mo Yuan.

Even though he had been rejected by Duan Lang just now, Rong Zhi's heart still ached, and his face gradually turned pale.He was usually cold and ruthless, but now that he suddenly showed this pale and bleak appearance, the contrast was even more obvious.Duan Lang lowered his head, unable to bear to look any longer, retracted the wrist that was attached to Mo Yuan's lips, and glanced at the dagger in his hand.Chen Wankong said that his heart and soul can suppress the dragon in Mo Yuan's body and prevent the dragon from breaking.He had been worried that Mo Yuan would take his heart and blood before, but this would turn his back on him.Isn't it just a whim, if you die, you may die, maybe you will go back and continue to be the actor as soon as you open your eyes.

The red streaks on Mo Yuan's body were as bright red as fresh blood, and his swimming speed had slowed down. They felt straight and sharp, as if they were about to come out.Duan Lang knew that he couldn't wait any longer, a flash of determination flashed across his fierce phoenix eyes, and he raised his dagger to stab at his heart.when-one

A gust of wind came and fell on the wrist, and the dagger in Duan Lang's hand fell to the ground with a clang.Shen Juanzhi withdrew his hand and said lazily, "What are you doing? Little thing."

Duan Lang didn't want to explain, and didn't bother to explain, he took out a dagger with a movement of his palm, and his voice was unprecedentedly sharp. "Brother, don't make trouble with me."

Rong Zhi's face paled, his palms trembled, he couldn't believe it, but he really looked at Duan Lang like this, his eyes were sad. "It's like that again."

It was the same in the last life, the demon dragon sucked too much demonic energy to break out of his body, Duan Lang gouged out his heart for him, and fed him the blood from his heart.

But obviously... In this life, he vaccinated Mo Yuan in advance and asked him to send Yue Yingbai away. Why did it end like this? Duan Lang didn't have the heart to listen to Rong Zhi's words. He only knew that Mo Yuan was going to die. If you don't want him to die, the only way is to give him your heart and soul.Rong Zhi rushed in front of him, grasping the dagger he was about to drop, his voice full of despair. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

He is divine consciousness, a dagger can't cut through flesh and blood, but it can directly hurt his spiritual consciousness, and his figure has obviously become thinner.