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As soon as it started, song Yanqing immediately felt the atmosphere around him becoming more narrow and suffocating.

Clearly is the open space, but as if all the breath has been stripped.

People's beliefs have infinite potential, but some things that are destined cannot be changed.

His belief that the demons can stop their movements?

He doesn't know. He just knows that he can't completely lose consciousness.

In the soul's pulling, if anyone can see it, they can see that song Yanqing's body seems to reflect a kind of enchanting and strange light, which is indescribable and extremely small, just like the dust in fireworks, which is small enough but contains huge energy.

That is to say, this kind of light always twines around him, his pupil is gradually enlarging, and the scenery in front of him has been blurred.

The leading demon was approaching him, when it slowly stretched out its huge palm and clasped it on Song Yanqing's head.

With just one move, one move, they can get what they've been drawing for years.

However, he felt a struggle.

Even if the indescribable soul is stripped, it is finally pulled by a force and cannot be completely stripped out.

The devil stopped its movement. After a long time, it even made a sound again. It was very strange: "you I can't... "

It knows what will happen to song Yanqing. In the past, they would not have acted so impulsively. But now, in this age of ten thousand years later, the spiritual master is not far away from the collapse, and he can not struggle.

Song Yanqing understood.

What can't be done?

There is nothing that can't be done. His life style was changed, and he almost died. Later, he was saved.

Once he died, he could still be saved, even if Joe said not to save him now, but as long as he didn't die, there was hope, right?

His lips trembled uncontrollably, but the corners of his lips expanded in a calm arc.

With his pale cheeks, his expression was plain and charming, forming a huge contrast.

The pain of being pulled was still there, but he seemed to get used to it.

Originally dark abyss general pupil deep, suddenly gradually appeared a glimmer of light.

A little, a little.

Then, gradually expand.

"Hong -"

there was a silent sense of vibration transmitted, the light expanded, and song Yanqing's sight was restored. He saw the devil in front of him and suddenly became more and more ferocious. He seemed to be roaring and shocked.

The faint light on his body had gradually melted down, but it seemed to melt into his body.

Nothing could be heard around him, and in this silence, he got a kind of peace that had never been before.

It's like the calmest moment since I was born.

There was no sound, no sound, no fear.

It's extremely comfortable.

The feeling of being pulled gradually subsided, and his body was calmed down.

If someone is here, it will be very shocked to find that his face with a calm and soft look, elegant, holy, box expensive.

Now it radiates the most dazzling light, and his pale face is like a God who does not belong to the human world.

Every inch of the body, every strand, is sending out a fatal temptation.

Can not help but want to close to him, but also afraid to approach, as if it is blasphemy to him.

Joe, hiding in the dark, curled his lips slightly.

She guessed it right.

Song Yanqing is a teacher of spirit.

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