"Have you seen my head?"
Hearing these words, Ye Qing's scalp suddenly became numb, and layers of cold sweat broke out on his back, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body was cold and stiff, and he did not dare to move.
If he had just felt it in his heart before, if he moved abnormally, something bad would most likely happen. But when he heard that voice, it completely confirmed the feeling in his heart.
Because just one word or one voice made Ye Qing feel like he was carrying a thousand-strong mountain, like he was falling into an endless ice cave, his evil thoughts were suppressed, his true energy was imprisoned, his whole body was cold, and his mind was trembling.
At this time, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any resistance.
He is not a person who gives up easily, and he has never been a timid person, but now his whole body is trembling, and he really has no courage to resist or take action.
Big beads of sweat seeped out from his forehead and rolled to the ground, but this did not alleviate the fear and panic in his heart at all, and there was no way.
When Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi landed at the bottom of the basin, they saw a scene that made their hair stand on end.
There was only one person in sight, his body leaning forward slightly, close to Ye Qing's back, his hands resting on Ye Qing's shoulders, showing quite an intimacy.
Ye Qing, on the other hand, remained motionless, as if listening to something.
The two of them were like old friends.
If that's all, that's fine.
What made Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi's scalp numb was that the man standing behind Ye Qing had no head.
Yes, it was a headless person. In other words, it was a headless corpse.
However, the headless corpse was standing behind Ye Qing, pressing against him.
What's even more terrifying is that when Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi looked at the corpse, they seemed to see the sky and the mountains. The mountains looked up, and a feeling of insignificance came to their hearts.
"The saint is the fallen saint." The same thought came to their minds.
There is no doubt that the headless corpse in front of him is probably the fallen saint.
"Have you seen my head?"
Then, something happened that frightened Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi. Only a voice was heard in the air.
The fallen saint obviously had no head, but there was a voice coming from his body.
Not only that, when they heard that voice, Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi felt a kind of extreme oppression and fear, and trembled.
"Have you seen my head?"
Seeing that Ye Qing didn't answer, the voice sounded again. Along with the sound, an extremely terrifying aura emanated from the headless saint, and the heaven and earth buzzed, as if trembling.
"snort……"
Ye Qing, who was so close, groaned, and warm blood flowed down from his seven orifices.
At this moment, Ye Qing felt as if he was surrounded by mountains, thousands of thunders were added to his body, his sea of consciousness trembled, and his yin spirit collapsed. There was a continuous soft sound in his body, like fried beans, it was the sound of muscles, bones, flesh and blood being overwhelmed.
Ye Qing was horrified, just the aura was so terrifying, like a fairy or a demon. If nothing unexpected happened, the thing behind him was most likely the fallen saint.
Moreover, he can deeply feel the endless terror and danger behind him. If he doesn't think of a way, what may be waiting for him is the wrath of the saint and the power of thunder.
Although he was full of wits, he was helpless and desperate at the moment. He couldn't think of any way to save himself, because the feeling given to him by the saint behind him was so terrible that he couldn't think of any way to resist.
However, he was not willing to give up his life like this.
"Fight!"
Feeling the increasingly terrifying energy behind him, feeling the approaching aura of death, Ye Qing's eyes flashed with determination.
For now, the only solution is to fight to the death.
Even though he knew that a desperate fight might be like using a mantis' arm as a chariot, overestimating his own strength and narrowly escaping death, but if he didn't fight, it would be ten deaths and no life.
How to choose between nine deaths and no life?
The answer is of course self-evident.
But just when he was about to take action, a small head suddenly emerged from the dragon nest beside his waist.
It's the little guy.
Ye Qing's expression suddenly changed, because the moment the little guy came out, he felt the breath behind him suddenly fluctuate violently. If it was the dead silence and depression before the mountain rain was about to come, now it was like a violent wind and rain, crazy and disorderly.
His original plan was to take the opportunity to release the little guy while he was fighting with the saint behind him, so that he could escape on his own. However, he did not expect that the little guy actually came out at this time and aroused the reaction of the saint behind him. It was really beyond his expectation. Unexpected.
Ye Qing no longer hesitated, and his left elbow hit the chest of the saint behind him like a hammer.
The next moment, Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, because this elbow, which contained his full strength, hit the chest of the saint behind him, just like hitting a mountain. The person behind him did not move at all, but his arm was numb.
Unexpected, but also reasonable.
After all, he was a saint. Even though he was dead, he was still a saint.
A dead camel is bigger than a horse, and a dead saint is beyond his power.
Since it was reasonable, Ye Qing did not panic. He pulled the dragon nest from his waist with his right hand and threw it out: "Let's go..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qing raised his right hand and struck the saint behind him like a mountain.
He had made two plans before. If that elbow could knock away the saint behind him, it would be good to give him and the little guy a chance to survive. But if not, it didn't matter. He just needed to attract the anger of the saint to him. Just buy the little guy time to escape.
Obviously, his plan was successful. He could feel that the aura behind him had all locked onto him, and the terrifying aura was pouring down on him like waves.
"ah……"
Ye Qing roared in a low voice, and punched the right arm that fell down, sprouting hair like needles, breaking the terrifying energy, and hit the saint's shoulder.
"Boom..."
It was like an immortal beating a drum, and the sound of the drum went straight up to the sky. Shangguan Hongjin and Tufuzi groaned, and streams of blood seeped out from their seven orifices.
The ground where Ye Qing and the Saint were standing was cracked and collapsed.
However, such a powerful punch did not hurt the saint at all, nor did it force the opponent away. The saint still clung to Ye Qing, putting his hands on his shoulders.
The movements of the two men did not change at all.
The only thing that changed was that the aura on the saint's body became more and more terrifying.
The hands pressing Ye Qing's shoulders were slightly forceful, and Ye Qing's shoulders were like soft tofu, dented and broken.
Ye Qing snorted, and his eyes turned as dark as night without knowing when, and they were as deep and boundless.
I don't know when, the surrounding world became virtual and real, infinitely large and infinitely wide. Countless demons loomed and murmured continuously, crying, laughing, sad, happy, angry, and sad, which seemed to evoke the deepest feelings in people's hearts. Greed, anger, delusion, seven emotions and six desires disturb people's souls and disturb their hearts. However, above the nine heavens, a majestic, tall and mysterious shadow sits on the throne, overlooking all living beings in the world.
Then, the phantom fell down with its palms covered.
The sky is falling and the earth is sinking.
