60. Be with me

"ah……"

A mouthful of blood was spewed out, and Tang Fan twisted his arms for the last time. With a crisp crackling sound, the zombie leader's already injured neck bone was immediately broken and his head was pulled up.

With a bang, the zombie leader pounced forward, and Tang Fan's body fell forward. The zombie leader's head slipped out of Tang Fan's arm and rolled forward.

Another mouthful of blood was spitting out, and Tang Fan's expression couldn't tell whether to cry or laugh.

Dead, finally, all dead...

Haha... they are all dead... even myself is about to die.

Blood continued to overflow from his mouth, as if it was still covered with fragments of internal organs. Tang Fan felt that the bones on his back seemed to be broken, and the severe pain that could not be described in words invaded his nerves, and his eyes were blackened.

Tang Fan knew that his injuries were very serious, not only his cervical vertebrae, but also his internal organs were also severely damaged. His whole body seemed to be disintegrated and he couldn't raise any strength. But the severe pain invaded his nerves in waves, making it difficult for him to bear.

Li Si was dead, Wang Qiang was dead, Lan Ruolin was dead, Zhao Kuang was dead, Wang Meng was dead... Now, is it my turn?

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Tang Fan seemed to see it. In front of him, it was like a cloud or a fog. Among them, it seemed that someone was waving to him, constantly waving, and moving away little by little, making Tang Fan unable to see her face, becoming more and more illusory.

The consciousness gradually became drowsy, and Tang Fan knew that he was moving towards death little by little.

Haha, what will the world after death look like?

Is there really the eighteen levels of hell in the legend? Or is it the so-called underworld? Or is it completely lost after death and the soul is completely gone?

Tang Fan didn't know, but he knew that he would understand quickly. Of course, maybe he didn't understand anything.

"Boss... has he won..."

The intermittent sound was like a call from the distant sky, floating into Tang Fan's ears, so illusory and swaying.

This sound was like a ray of light. Tang Fan raised his head with difficulty, opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, and he looked at the head of the zombie leader not far away.

"Win." Tang Fan replied with difficulty, grinned, and another stream of blood spurted out.

Suddenly, Tang Fan remembered that as long as he absorbed the soul power of the zombie leader, he might be able to upgrade.

The soul power of the zombie leader is equivalent to the soul power of a level 6 demon, and it should be enough to upgrade yourself.

With his hands forward, he grabbed the ground with difficulty and climbed forward. With his arms moving, Tang Fan immediately felt as if his whole body was torn apart. The severe pain that penetrated his bone marrow made him twitch and his eyes turned black.

As long as it is upgraded, the damage will be completely cured.

Can't die, there is still hope, can't die...

A great belief appeared in my heart. Tang Fan endured the severe pain that made him almost unconscious and moved forward little by little, stretched his hands continuously, spread his fingers, and approached the zombie leader's head little by little.

Two meters...one meters five...

A short distance can be crossed in one or two steps, but now it is as far and difficult as a natural barrier.

The vision became blurry, and the head of a zombie leader seemed to have become several, in a daze.

"Persevere... Come on... It's still a little bit..."

Tang Fan silently recited in his heart, constantly supporting and encouraging himself, moving forward little by little.

It's close, it's close to one meter...

The severe pain made Tang Fan's remaining physical strength constantly consume, and his arms were hanging weakly, and it was difficult to even move for a moment.

"I can do it... I can definitely do it." Tang Fan took a breath, and a severe pain came from his chest. He plucked up his last little strength and moved his arm forward a few centimeters and entered a meter range.

Tang Fan did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief. He was afraid that if he relaxed, he would never be able to raise his strength again.

"Soul Draw!"

With the talent activated, the suction force suddenly became active. A ball of black smoke was sucked out from the head of the zombie leader and slowly floated to Tang Fan's palm.

Tang Fan only felt that it was slow, extremely slow, and never had a moment so slow that it was so slow that it made people desperate.

The soul power approached the palm and continued to purify it. In the end, when Tang Fan felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, the soul power was only the purest small part and was quickly absorbed by Tang Fan.

The whole body was shocked unconsciously, and a storm was swept up in the sea of ​​spirit. The Demon Book automatically flew out of the storage space and appeared above Tang Fan's body. The pages of the book were thrust, and a golden light shone down.

Warm, but also like the dry earth nourished and cooled by spring rain. A feeling that was more comfortable than before spreading throughout the body and penetrated into the bone marrow and the soul, making Tang Fan moaned.

The golden light converged, the undead magic script fell, Tang Fan jumped up, was seriously injured on the verge of death, completely healed, and was in an unprecedented state.

Putting away the Demonic Demon, Tang Fan rushed to Wang Meng in one step.

"Wang Meng..."

"I can't do it anymore... I feel like my whole body is broken..." Wang Meng was so angry that he was so angry that he said: "I... can't continue to fight side by side with you... It's such a pity..."

After a word seemed to have not finished speaking, Wang Meng finally couldn't hold on, and his head tilted to the side, and he died of anger.

Looking at the regret remaining on Wang Meng's face, Tang Fan remained silent. Are he sad? Are he sad? Are he angry? Don't know.

I just feel uncomfortable, and I feel a sense of trembling and wandering in my heart...

"Soul Draw!"

After a long time, Tang Fan sucked out Wang Meng's soul, purified, absorbed, and turned it into his own use.

"From now on, you will be with me, and we can still fight together." Tang Fandao, his voice low and hoarse, as if the crows were roaring at dusk, shrill and sad. He saw the bodies of Zhao Kuang and others one by one, and murmured to himself: "You, too."

Standing next to Li Si's body, Tang Fan couldn't tell what it felt.

He knew that Li Si would be killed first because he wanted to destroy the magic source, and Li Si's actions were instructed by Tang Fan.

Tang Fan knew that with the combat effectiveness of the zombie leader, Li Si might die in the end, but he always felt a sense of guilt in his heart, which made him sad and unable to breathe.

There is always a little luck.

Absorb Li Si's soul and turn it into one's own.

Afterwards, Tang Fan moved all their bodies together, threw down the fire of the undead, and the flames burned.

"You will all be with me and fight together...

With a long sigh, endless return, the fire of the undead reflected Tang Fan's lonely face, leaving ashes...annihilated.
Chapter completed!