Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

At this time, the clear moonlight has been completely blocked, and the shadow under Zhou Yi's feet has already disappeared.

The whole mountain seemed to be buried in the dark again.

Zhou Yi slowly raised his eyes, then his body suddenly retreated and hit the stone wall behind him.

Covering his chest and suppressing the rolling breath in his throat, Zhou Yi is about to crack his canthus.

A pair of scarlet pupils hung in the air.

Zhou Yi's eyes were huge. One glance made Zhou Yi feel scared.

Except for the pupil, everything else was hidden in the darkness.

The owner of the eye pupil stares at Zhou Yi motionlessly, and Zhou Yi stares at it motionlessly.

Zhou Yi suddenly remembered what had happened before. Can you say that this giant is the culprit of his own illusion?

On this skeleton mountain, it should not be difficult to guess who can have this strength.

Duan Hong is dead, and the only thing left is it, the demon.

Zhou Yi can't imagine how big he is. Those two eyes alone have exceeded all Zhou Yi's cognitive limits.

Zhou Yi stares at the sky demon's eyes to see what kind of tricks he wants to play.

"Wait, no!" Zhou Sui suddenly remembered what Duan Hong had said before. Shouldn't TIANYAO be sleeping? Why did it appear here? Did you wake up? Or sleepwalking?

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. He found that the big guy seemed to wake up from sleep. Does that prove that he has to start running again?

The idea flashed through his mind. Then Zhou Yi gave a strange cry, and then he ran to the distance.

Zhou Yi is really using both hands and feet this time. Although he doesn't know whether he can run out of the range of the sky demon's attack, it is better than waiting to die in the same place.

There is no need to say anything else about that guy. Zhou Yi can't beat him just with his eyes, let alone other things. Zhou Yi feels that if he wants to look at that eye for another second, he will definitely fall into the illusion of that demon.

Zhou Yi didn't have time to look at the road or how long he ran until he was out of breath.

It doesn't matter. After watching Zhou Yi, he simply collapses on the ground.

Because he found that he wanted to run for so long, those two eyes seemed to have been behind him, and he had never been thrown away by himself.

So, he gave up, he didn't want to run blindly, because he couldn't run out of people's eyes.

Like the monkey king, he always thinks that his own somersault cloud has a thousand miles, but in the end, he doesn't even turn out the palm of the Tathagata.

Zhou Yi thinks that he is the monkey grandson, and that demon is the Buddha.

Lying on the ground, he gradually calmed down his manic heartbeat like a drum. Zhou Yi's eyes gradually moved to the blood red eyes of the demon that day.

It seems that the guy hasn't moved a minute all the time. Zhou Yi is surprised. Does he say that he doesn't want to do anything about himself?

At the thought of this, Zhou Yi's eyes are bold, and there are more and less to examine.

"Although these eyes are reddish red, they don't seem to be so terrible!"

"Maybe the demon just looks terrible, but actually it's not so terrible!"

"Is this still an eye? It looks like the moon in the sky

"Red blood moon, is there something strange to happen?"

Somehow, Zhou Yi had a lot of strange ideas in his mind, and his body became more and more strange with his brain's thoughts.

He slowly got up from the ground and walked up the mountain.

However, when he was walking, many skeletons suddenly appeared around him. Zhou Yi held the shadow in his hand, and when his hand rose and fell, the skeleton was killed with one sword.

Confused, he especially wanted to get more power from the bloody eyes, so that he could kill more skeletons, so that he could walk out of the skeleton mountain.

There are more and more skeletons on the mountain. Even at the end of the day, those white skeletons have turned into blood color, and they keep on pouncing on Zhou Yi.

The more he killed, the more excited he felt. He never felt excited from the killing. He felt that this feeling was really good. He wanted to continue. He didn't want to stop. His goal was to reach the top of the mountain. He wanted to get more strength from his bloody eyes.

He just wanted more killing, more killing.

"Zhou Yi, can you hear me? Stop it Now Zhou Yi's brain is full of confusion, but Zhou Yi's brain is full of confusion.

Zhou Yi is still killing those bloody skeletons. However, there seems to be a trace of clarity in his consciousness. He wants to stop his movements, but he still can't control them.

"This is the body of the heavenly demon. He has awakened from his deep sleep. Zhou Yi, do you hear that?" Once again, the voice rang out in Zhou Yi's mind.Zhou Yi's actions in his hands.

"The body of the heavenly demon?" The blood color in Zhou Yi's eyes seems to have faded.

"Yes, this is the body of the heavenly demon. His cultivation has reached the peak of the world." This time, Zhou Yi heard it clearly and printed every word in his head.

But the clarity lasted only a moment, and then his brain turned into chaos.

The whole sky of blood light again hurt his nerves, he wanted to kill, kill all this.

Zhou Yi's eyes were once again attacked by the blood light, and the last clarity in his mind was also occupied by the killing.

"Zhou Yi, wake up, wake up!" The man with a bamboo hat among the remnant swords drinks anxiously, but Zhou Yi's ears can't hear any sound. All the voices just converge into a simple "kill".

Gradually, there were more and more skeletons in the mountains. Every time Zhou Yi killed one, the skeletons fell into the ground and drilled out two more.

In the past, all of them were drilled out of the soil, but now the skeletons at the foot of the mountain seem to be killing themselves, constantly pouring up the mountain.

Zhou Yi killed off wave after wave. The blood color in his pupils became more and more intense, and finally it seemed that he was bleeding.

He holds shadow in his hand. Every wave of shadow will deepen the violent color in Zhou Yi's eyes.

If it goes on like this, Zhou Yi will surely become a puppet who only knows how to kill. His Qingming gradually fades away, and the rest is full of bloody light.

The voice of the man with a bamboo hat keeps ringing in Zhou Yi's mind, but it doesn't stop Zhou Yi's shadow from half speed. Gradually, the skeletons gather more and more, and Zhou Yi's speed gets slower and slower.

Most of the energy in his body has been consumed, but the red color in his eyes has not been reduced by half.

All of a sudden, the sky trembled, and the bloody eyes in the sky suddenly lifted up, but it was still a step slower. After a gray light, the figures in the middle of the skeletons had disappeared