A thick cold aura rushed in from Huo Yuhao's caught front.
This chill was completely different from his own ice attribute.
Evil, darkness, sin, Huo Yuhao felt as if all the negative emotions in the world were rushing towards him. It was as if thousands of venomous snakes were attached to the surface of his body, waiting for the opportunity to move, trying to find a flaw in his body and burrow into his body.
He opened his eyes and watched the scenery around him recede rapidly. Even though the spiritual sea in Huo Yuhao's mind was about to boil, he did not resist at this time and just allowed the thoughts in his mind to flash by like a revolving lantern.
Will anyone come to save me?
Mom where are you? I seem to see you...
Mom, I miss you so much, I feel like I want to go find you now...
I don't know if this evil soul master has any strange abilities, but his evil darkness has gradually awakened the hidden things in Huo Yuhao's heart.
Individual figures flashed through Huo Yuhao's mind, whether they were hated or loved, as if when a person reaches the end of his life, everything seems so normal.
In the end, the two figures gradually became fixed.
One is a woman with long dark blue hair who has very similar features to Huo Yuhao at this time.
The other one that Huo Yuhao saw most was Ling Ge's smiling face that was always gentle to him.
In Huo Yuhao's eyes, these two figures were far away in the horizon yet very close at the same time.
Stretching out his palm, Huo Yuhao seemed to want to touch the two people he cared about most in his heart one last time.
It's a pity that everything ended up like the moon in a flower in the mirror, and the outstretched hand could not touch the damn, enamored, and coveted warmth.
The short-term smoke transformation was also extremely draining for the Death Messenger. He was dragging the hostage he captured. At this time, he had already transformed into a human form and started running in the corridor at an alarming speed.
He ran all the way, detonating many corpses and explosives that he had stored in the cave walls for so long while running.
Although he usually likes to talk big words, he is not stupid, but also extremely stable. Being able to lead a bandit group across the Mingdou Mountains for such a long time without being killed by the regular army is enough to show his wisdom.
Although the strength of the people who came to besiege today was a bit beyond his imagination, with his configuration over the years, it seemed that he could still survive this difficulty now.
Although it was a pity to think about losing so many corpse puppets this time, he was still confident that as long as he didn't die, it wouldn't take long for a new bandit group to be brought up again.
After all, bad guys are so easy to find in this world. Even if he can't find them, he can't turn them into bad guys, hehe!
Thinking of the sudden and unprovoked attack he encountered this time, the cold energy that the Death Messenger kept pouring into Huo Yuhao in his hand could not help but become a little heavier.
If it weren't for this group of people, how could he have encountered this predicament? It's all their fault!
Suddenly, after running for a while, the front finally became clearer, and even the surrounding air became fresher. Before, there was always an unpleasant smell of blood in the cave, so now When he came out and smelled the fresh air, even Huo Yuhao, who had fallen into a semi-conscious state, felt refreshed.
I thought that the messenger of death would continue to escape with Huo Yuhao as a hostage. However, what Huo Yuhao didn't expect was that at this time, at the exit of the tunnel, there were twelve figures standing there quietly. It was motionless, like a withered tree, without any vitality or vitality.
However, after these twelve figures saw the Death Messenger emerging from the tunnel, they immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted the Death Messenger with great respect.
Seeing the twelve strongest corpse puppets that he had spent countless efforts to cultivate, the look of intent in the eyes of the Death Messenger soared.
With these twelve corpse puppets as his trump card, it should be more than enough to cut off his queen.
"Everyone, get up. My most loyal..."
At this moment, before the evil soul master could finish speaking, a stream of flames shot straight towards his back from behind.
The evil soul master, who thought he had sensed the attack from behind in advance, smiled contemptuously and flashed his body. He did not use the atomization ability just now, and just tried to avoid the attack by dodging.
He had long sensed that there seemed to be someone following behind him, but based on his perception, he naturally knew that the person behind was not the titled Douluo before, but just a soul sect with more than forty levels of soul power.
It's just a soul sect, but he doesn't think highly of it at all.
Among the twelve corpse puppets he currently has, there are seven or eight of them of this level alone, so he is naturally not afraid of the pursuers from behind.
As expected, the evil soul master just moved his body, and the flame attack that had been flying straight at him had already hit the ground hard, hitting the corpse puppet's feet.
"You're just a rat, hiding your head and showing your tail. With such a weak strength, you dare to launch a sneak attack behind my messenger of death. Humph! You really overestimate your capabilities!"
However, just when the messenger of death said this, a sword edge flashing with a faint cold light had already come forward quickly from behind. When he really got close to the messenger of death, the cold light sword in the visitor's right hand was suddenly attached to it. A very thin layer of compression was formed, which contained quite terrifying ultimate fire.
The naked eye could not see clearly the movements of the person coming. He could only feel the thunder buzzing in his ears. A figure that looked like thunder and was as fast as lightning had arrived at the side of the messenger of death in an instant.
The hand rose and the sword fell. With just one strike, the evil soul master had already cut off the hand that had been holding on to Huo Yuhao before he could react at all.
By the time the evil soul master reacted, a severed arm without a drop of blood had fallen to his feet.
As for the little hostage that was originally in his hands, it was already in someone else's arms.
One hand was holding Huo Yuhao, and the other hand had a sharp sword.
In fact, Ling Ge had already caught up with the evil soul master a long time ago. However, considering Yu Hao's safety, Ling Ge wanted to rescue Yu Hao as safely as possible, so he wasted some time thinking about it.
Looking at Huo Yuhao with his eyes closed tightly and the evil power filling his body, Ling Ge felt a faint pain in his heart and felt very distressed.
Still failed to protect her...after all...
Soul power with a strong aura of strange fire surged towards Huo Yuhao's body in his arms. Time was running out at this time, and Ling Ge could only deal with it in this way for the time being.
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Although at this time, when the soul power in Huo Yuhao's body felt the familiar soul power of Ling Ge, he surprisingly felt a joyful emotion.
