The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Looking at the token in his hand was dissolved into nothingness.

"..."

He raised his head.

I don't know when Su Youwei had appeared in front of him, the blood sword was only half an inch away from his neck.

He only has a soul now, and even if he is stabbed by a sword, he will not bleed.

But it's going to die, it's going to die!

At this moment, why not think of the fear of being dominated by aging.

To him, it was the most terrifying spell in the world!

He suddenly knelt on the ground and wailed in a tearing voice: "Please, give me the Wan Poison Pearl, I can give you anything you want, please, I don't want to die, I really I just don't want to die..."

The sound echoed in the stone room, and even drowned out the rain outside.

There were no tears on He Bukong's face, because it was just a remnant of a soul, but his face was much more distorted than his fleshly body.

Su Youwei stared blankly at He Bukong who was completely lost.

She heard Hongyi say in her heart, "His heart has been broken."

Broken heart?

In that case, isn't it bad to take the initiative to trade like Dao Xingyuan at the beginning?

So, this is the immortal high above.

After the Dao Heart is broken, it is not even as good as a dog.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Su Youwei stared at He Bukong intently.

Before coming here, she thought about a lot of ways to deal with He Bukong.

hate it?

Of course hate.

If these people hadn't coveted the Wan Poison Pearl in her hand, Senior Sister Bai and Master would not have been in danger at all.

She already owed Senior Sister Bai a lot, and now she owes it to the extent that it is not enough to set off her own debt.

She can't wait to torture He Bukong with the most cruel swordsmanship in the world, so that he can experience the pain in his heart a hundredfold.

But after seeing He Bukong's collapsed face, Su Youwei suddenly lost such interest.

She held the sword high.

Realizing that death was about to come, He Bukong rushed towards her with a rolling crawling.

He tried to hug Su Youwei's leg.

"Don't kill me, I don't want Wanduzhu anymore, don't kill me, no matter one day or one year, I want to live, I want to..."

puff!

The blood sword suddenly fell and plunged into He Bukong's back ruthlessly.

Slip.

In an instant, a black vortex appeared from the wound made by the blood sword, and the vortex began to devour He Bukong's soul.

Why not struggle desperately.

"No no no no... I don't want to... ah ah ah..."

But no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, his life had come to an end.

At this time, he couldn't see anything clearly, all that remained in his eyes was the boundless darkness, and...

A faint blue light.

It's the Wan Poison Pearl!

I gotta get it, gotta get it!

Why not just like a hungry wild dog pounced towards the ray of light.

Then……

in deathly silence.

He plunged headlong into the black vortex, and countless arms stretched out of the darkness, those hands grabbing his shoulders, grabbing his arms, grabbing every part of his body.

Why not sober up, but it's too late.

He is imprisoned by death!

"Quiet the swordsmanship, it turned out to be me who died."

It's really funny enough, ten thousand eons refine the heart, but in the end, the fearless heart can't be cultivated.

No wonder, you must know that even the Taoist master with supreme talent could not escape the catastrophe.

...

Why not disappear.

The screams also disappeared.

Su Youwei, holding the blood sword, silently looked at the empty stone room.

For a long time, her eyes fell on the hatred tripod.

Is this the source of the troubled sand area?

She didn't rush to do it, because she noticed some movement in the depths of the stone room.

Su Youwei slowly walked over there.

Barefoot lightly stepped on the ground without leaving a single wave.

She passed through a cage and saw a dying man in chains.

She asked, "Are you Dao Xingyuan?"

Dao Xingyuan reluctantly stood up, and he squeezed out a smile: "Exactly."

He recognized Su Youwei at a glance, and because there was no soundproofing here, even if his divine sense was banned, he could roughly understand what was happening outside.

He tried to stand up.

But he just got up and fell to the ground with a thud.

The smile on his face froze, replaced by boundless pain.

"I missed the appointment." Dao Xingyuan embedded his five fingers on the ground, "I missed the appointment. If I were a little more cautious, even as long as I set off a day earlier, things wouldn't be like this."

Su Youwei finally said comforting words: "Those people are already dead, it's not too late to make up for it."

"Do not!"

Dao Xingyuan suddenly roared.

This sudden move shocked Su Youwei.

Why are you yelling so loudly? !

But she couldn't think of blaming Dao Xingyuan because Dao Xingyuan cried.

He fell to his knees and slammed his fists hard

ground.

bang bang bang...

Tears and blood mixed together.

"It's too late, it's too late." Dao Xingyuan's voice was hoarse, and even broke several times, "I can't go back, my cultivation base is ruined now, my Dao foundation is worn out, I can't go back. Even if I get Myriad Poison Pearl, I can't return to the Dharma Tribulation Dao, I missed the appointment..."

Su Youwei opened her mouth and she asked, "Why do you want Wandu Pearl?"

But Dao Xingyuan did not answer.

In fact, his current situation is not much better than that of He Bukong just now.