"Don't even think about running away!!!" Yuan Honglie saw that A Lang did not fight to the death, but tried his best to use the ghostly shadow to transform into the final chapter, and then a flash of shadow grabbed A Lang.
As the familiar fluctuations of time and space spiritual power appeared, the figures of A Lang, the three demon guards, and Yuan Suishan instantly became illusory. The moment Yuan Honglie's claws hit A Lang's door, A Lang finally disappeared.
The dragon-headed centipede and the little white pig felt an inexplicable dizziness, and the burning spiritual source tree in their bodies was once again stopped from burning.
After an unknown amount of time, the little centipede woke up first, followed closely by the little white pig. The little white pig shook its head vigorously, then staggered and finally stabilized its figure.
The dragon-headed little centipede glanced at the little white pig, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the fat and tender right leg of the little white pig. "King Bai, you have been through so much. Don't hold back any more. Cut off your right leg yourself, Sky-Swallowing Pig Demon." I know the clan's talent for regenerating severed limbs, and only you can help the little King of Hell regain his hands. I know that cutting off your right leg yourself will damage your cultivation, but now the little King of Hell is your last hope for survival. Don’t worry, if you can return to the Demon Realm again, I will definitely pay you double compensation.”
"Who wants you to compensate? The little King of Hell has saved your life and mine several times. You don't need to tell me which one is more important." The little white pig glared sideways at the dragon-headed centipede, and then bit the pig's teeth. Just hearing a snap, the little white pig was sweating profusely, and a jade-colored right pig leg fell from the little white pig. The little white pig stumbled and fell directly to the ground, "Chapter Dragon Reptile, I'll leave the rest to you." Now, I must take a nap. I hope the sky has eyes. His grandpa’s! Why come to the secret realm? It would be great to stay in the demon realm honestly..." The little white pig finished his words and closed his eyes weakly. The jade-colored spiritual energy is wrapped around her, as if she is passively entering a healing state.
"Oh, I hope..." The dragon-headed centipede sighed when he saw the little white pig unable to fall into a deep sleep, then twisted his body and stepped forward to clamp the little white pig's right leg. Without any delay, the leading centipede quickly cut the little white pig's leg into three parts, stuffed one part into the mouth of A Lang who was unconscious on the ground, and placed the other two parts on A Lang's left and right hands.
As the jade-colored liquid from the little white pig legs flowed into the wounds on Alang's hands, Alang's hands were visibly restored to their original appearance. As his hands recovered, Alang's pale face turned rosy again. Just when the dragon-headed centipede was about to help A Lang chew the pork leg in his mouth, a crunching sound came. A Lang's mouth opened and closed instinctively, and he swallowed the pork leg in his mouth in a few seconds.
"What a foodie..." Seeing A Lang's reaction, the dragon-headed centipede curled his lips.
"Hmm... delicious... delicious... I want to eat more..." A Lang muttered a few words like he was dreaming. After a few breaths, Alang finally opened his weak eyes.
Seeing the dragon-headed centipede's head that came into view, Alang suddenly sat up and subconsciously looked at his severely injured hands. Seeing that his hands were back to normal, A Lang scratched his head and asked, "What's going on? Was it a dream?"
"What a fart dream! If King Bai hadn't broken his right leg, God knows if you would have woken up!"
"Ah? So it's not a dream? Hey, what's going on? Why is it here again?" A Lang scratched his head again when he saw the bloody cracks in the barrier wall above his head.
"My lord, I suggest that you stop looking for a place to hide and try your best. You can hide from the first day but not the fifteenth. Only by leaving this Nether Forest can we survive. If we stay in the Nether Forest, you and I will be tortured by Yuan Honglie sooner or later. !”
"You mean to break through the barrier wall?" Seeing the dragon-headed centipede staring at the cracks in the barrier wall thoughtfully, Alang guessed the dragon-headed centipede's suggestion.
"Yes, Lord, according to my subordinates, this barrier wall was set up by the Ghost King of All Realms after all. Given your entangled fate with him, he will definitely not hurt your life. I have heard of this in the Demon Realm. According to what our seniors said about the time and space barrier wall, as long as you avoid the energy space and time vortex when crossing the barrier wall, your life will generally not be in danger. At most, time and space chaos will occur."
"What does space-time disorder mean? Isn't it scary?"
"It's scary to say it's scary, but it's not scary to say it's not scary. If we encounter time and space chaos, we may enter the future after walking out of the barrier wall, or we may go back to the past, but no matter what, it's better than waiting to die here."
"Sigh... It seems that this is the only way... What should you do? I'm afraid I won't be able to escape the space-time vortex if I take you with me."
"My lord, you have a treasure on your body, but you never know how to use it. Don't look at it, this is it!" After speaking, the dragon-headed centipede raised his hand and pointed to the storage bag on Alang's waist.
"Storage bags?"
"Yes, Lord, if my subordinates guessed correctly, your storage bag should be a god-level spiritual treasure, and it has been set up to hide the appearance by the old King of Hell. Open the bag and put the few of us in it!" Xiao Longtou said Centipede frowned, as if he were taking a gamble, "Once you put us in, you must immediately cross the barrier wall within an hour, otherwise a few of us will die in the bag."
"Huh? You are gambling with your life!"
"Hurry up and open the bag. It's too late to wait any longer. Yuan Honglie is already here!" The dragon-headed centipede stood upright and turned to look at the forest behind him.
A Lang looked at the forest behind the dragon-headed centipede, and felt an unusually familiar wave of spiritual energy rushing from the depths of the forest.
"Just bet, or I'll die with you at worst!" Ah Lang gritted his teeth and quickly stuffed the dragon-headed centipede, the unknown little white pig, the six-eared monkey demon and Yuan Suishan into the storage bag, and then used Netherworld Ghost Shadow again. The final chapter of transformation.
