"Don't worry, I will send you on your way next!" The president chuckled, raised his right hand, and patted Zhang Fan's Tianling Cap.
With a palm strike, an indescribable suction force spurted out from the bloody mouth in his palm.
It began to swallow up all the supernatural powers that Zhang Fan possessed. As the supernatural power was swallowed up, the dark ghost figure behind Zhang Fan suddenly swayed and became illusory and thin, as if it was constantly breaking away from Zhang Fan's control.
The first supernatural force to be devoured was a ghost child wearing a black coat. Then the second step is the skinless blood body.
After that is the bloody ghost tree. More and more supernatural powers were swallowed up by the white-haired young man. Zhang Fan's body also began to weaken and wither rapidly as his strength was taken away.
"No -" The moment the figure belonging to Feng Hui was swallowed up, Zhang Fan's emotions completely collapsed.
He cried with tears streaming down his face and tears of blood. Nothing is left. Everything is dead.
"The host spirit is not something that a waste like you can control."
"Next, let me bring you real relief!" The bloody mouth in the palm of the president's right hand greedily devoured everything about Zhang Fan. Just as he was about to remove Zhang Fan's body spirit from his body completely. When pulled out.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred. I saw a huge panda doll that was thousands of feet across, suddenly falling from the sky, shaking the earth.
As soon as the panda doll landed, he raised his giant fist and punched the president.
"Eh?" The president said softly, grabbed Zhang Fan's throat, jumped into the air, and narrowly escaped this terrifying attack.
"Are you, a mere ghost in red, trying to save people?" The president looked at the top of the panda doll's head, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a playful smile.
There, standing was a woman wearing a bloody evening dress. The person who came was none other than the pen fairy in red, Sang Qiumeng.
Sang Qiumeng did not answer the president's words, but silently clasped her hands together and whispered four words——
"The Ghost Realm unfolds!" The moment these four words were spoken, the entire land of Qiyu underwent earth-shaking changes.
It turned into a huge kindergarten. This kindergarten is filled with countless animal dolls, large and small.
Each animal doll bursts out with infinite supernatural power that is close to that of a top-notch red-clothed ghost.
"It's interesting. Your level of ghost realm has almost reached the ninth level. But unfortunately, even if you use all your strength, you can't take this trash away!" The president looked around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw through it at a glance. The strangeness of this ghost land.
Just as he finished speaking, the next moment, he started coughing uncontrollably, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn, why at this time!!" The president's face turned pale, he pinched Zhang Fan's left hand and unconsciously let go.
"That damn old thing, forget it, drain the power of this waste as soon as possible and go back to adjust!!" The president strode forward again, preparing to completely pull out the host spirit from Zhang Fan's body.
"Ghost Realm, explode!!" Sang Qiumeng was not polite, and with a change in his eyes, he immediately detonated the entire ghost realm world.
As the ghost realm was detonated by her, the whole world suddenly began to spread a death storm that destroyed the world.
"For such a waste, you actually chose to detonate the nine-level ghost realm. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"
"Forget it, I'm not in a good condition today, so I'll spare your life!" The president's face changed drastically, because he also suffered a lot of injuries in the last battle with the owner of the ancestral hall and palace on Treasure Island.
Although he is not afraid of the destruction of this ghost realm, if he resists forcefully, there may still be a high probability that he will not be able to suppress the three parasitic spirits he controls, causing the supernatural balance to be broken.
By then, it will affect plans for a year later. In the end, the president did not pull the dark ghost out. Instead, he took advantage of the self-destruction power of the ghost domain and threw Zhang Fan far away with his backhand. Then with a movement of his body, he directly tore open the void and left quickly.
After the president left, blood flowed from Sang Qiumeng's eyes. The giant panda doll at her feet collapsed and turned into dust.
"I'll take you back!!" Sang Qiumeng helped Zhang Fan, who was breathing his last breath, and took him directly away from this place.
Ten minutes passed. Zhang Fan was taken to a remote and narrow valley by Sang Qiumeng. Sang Qiumeng originally wanted to pour his supernatural power into Zhang Fan's body.
But... when she raised her palms, she found that her body, from bottom to top, began to burn with dazzling red smoke.
This is a sign of destruction. She tried everything she could to detonate her ghost realm, and now she is on the verge of being wiped out.
"well--"
"I will let you survive!!" Sang Qiumeng sighed, enduring the pain of being wiped out, and gently comforted Zhang Fan.
"There's no need... You're wasting... your strength for a dying person like me. Leave quickly..." Zhang Fan was dying, taking in less air and gasping more. What was in front of him was The vision has gradually blurred.
"Go quickly...I beg you...go quickly!" Zhang Fan used his last strength to let Sang Qiumeng leave.
Sang Qiumeng watched silently, feeling heavy and complicated, and said nothing for a long time. She could also see Zhang Fan's condition, which was that he had reached the end of his life.
Even if he tried his best to save her, it would be of no avail. Two minutes later, Sang Qiumeng turned around and left.
The vast night sky was filled with lightning and thunder, dark clouds, and rain falling. Tick tock! Tick tock! The rain fell harder and harder, showing a heavy downpour.
The heavy rain washed over Zhang Fan's remains, making him look miserable and miserable. At a certain moment, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, coming from far away, and a man's figure holding a red balloon in his right hand came from a distance.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhang Fan opened his hazy eyes and looked slowly. The familiar red balloon appeared in front of him. He suddenly smiled miserably and asked in a feeble voice: "Are you... the scary clown?"
"Yes!" The man holding the red balloon said softly.
"Are you...satisfied that I have become... like this?" Zhang Fan said with a sad smile.
"Someone has to sacrifice. Your death has promoted my plan. You must be proud of it!" The clown's voice was joyless and worry-free, as if he was talking about a trivial thing.
"Are you here to see me off for the last time today?" Zhang Fan's breath became weaker and weaker.
"I'm here to get something I need from you." The clown stepped forward, slowly squatted down, and said with a smile.
"What...what do you want?" The light in Zhang Fan's eyes dimmed. He could no longer see anything at all and was completely blind.
"I want...your heart!!" The clown grabbed his left hand towards Zhang Fan's chest, then penetrated it, and in the next second, he dug out a heart that was beating slowly and flowing with warm blood.
"Your kindness is the best medicine. With this thing, I can save... the real person of destiny I have chosen!" The clown raised his head and let out a sharp laugh, then turned around and Lopsided.
Zhang Fan, who had lost his heart, slowly closed his eyes and gradually lost his life. He is dying.
Sleepy. Unprecedented sleepiness rushed over him, dragging Zhang Fan's consciousness into the dark abyss.
"elder sister--"
"Are you still there?" The second before he died, Zhang Fan used his last bit of consciousness to start calling Sandman.
"I'm here!" Sandman's voice sounded in the dark consciousness.
"Can you do me one last favor?" Zhang Fan said sincerely.
"Say it!" Sandman said after a moment of silence.
"Please help me transfer all the systems in my head, as well as my ghost friends, to a survivor named Su Qian!"
"Sister, can you agree to my last request?" Zhang Fan's voice became thin, almost inaudible.
"Okay!" Sandman replied firmly with the word "good".
"Thank you..." After Zhang Fan uttered the last word of thanks, his body suddenly softened and his breathing suddenly stopped at this moment.
he died. Really dead. At the same time, a small spider shrouded in fluorescent blue light slowly floated out from the depths of Zhang Fan's mind, fled into the distant night sky, and quickly disappeared.
After Zhang Fan died, a large pool of pitch-black lake water began to spread under his body. There are more and more black lakes, and when washed by rain, little ripples appear.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan's body began to sink into the lake little by little. Time goes back to the moment before Zhang Fan went to the land of Qiyu.
"Wish Lake, I want to make a final deal with you!"
"I will... sacrifice myself to you after death. I will sacrifice everything I have to save Feng Hui and the others!!"
"As you wish!" Four slanted characters appeared on the muddy ground. This was Wishing Lake's response. He agreed to Zhang Fan's final deal.
...Under the vast rainy night, the president held his chest and walked on the forest path. He didn't go far when he saw a man wearing a blood-colored coat and holding a strange-looking spear in front of him.
The moment he saw this man, the president felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end.
"You said I can't defeat it?" The president suddenly looked at the air beside him and asked in a horrified voice.
"I said, the supernatural power of my spear will definitely dismember the person in front of me. It will definitely... dismember Feng Hui, Zhang Suya, and Mariduo!!" The man in the blood-colored coat slowly raised the spear in his hand, Aim at the president's body and throw it in the distance.
With one throw, the spear turned into a brilliant rainbow that penetrated the sky and the night sky. The terrifying power of wishing exploded instantly.
It cannot be avoided, it cannot be fought, it cannot be refused. ...
