Wuqi was also shocked. Lao De and his godfather died? This was so unbelievable and even more unacceptable. He asked loudly: "Hak! Have you really seen it clearly? Rhode and my godfather died?"

This was the first time Wuqi was so excited. Seeing him like this, Huck was so scared that he almost leaned back and fell to the ground. Fortunately, in the end, he still stopped, but his voice could not stabilize for a long time and he replied tremblingly: "Yes...yes...yes."

After saying this, he didn't dare to look at Wuqi anymore, so he bowed to the patriarch Magulas and left here like a runaway.

Wuqi was stunned for a moment, and his eyes lost all their brilliance in a blink of an eye. His eyes became dim and his heart became sad. At this moment, he seemed to have lost the confidence in life, and he no longer had a little vitality and confidence. All he had was guilt and self-blame and hatred that no one could resolve.

"hateful!!!"

The next moment, like everyone else, he had a ferocious face and let out a roar. He made a gesture to leave here directly and go to Flame Mountain to avenge Rhodes and Perot.

But as soon as his legs took a step, Magulas stepped forward and grabbed him, patted him gently on his shoulder, comforted him, "Don't be excited, I don't believe this is true, but Hack won't read it wrong, please forgive me for the change."

Wu Qi shook his body and his heart was hit harder. Tears flowed out unconsciously, and his voice became hoarse. He shook his head and said deceivingly: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!!"

After repeating it for three consecutive times, my emotions finally stopped being so excited, but they did not calm down. Instead, they became more and more sad, like a madman, laughing, crying, mumbling constantly, and shaking his head like a rattle, and he couldn't stop at all.

"Impossible! Impossible!! This is absolutely impossible!! Both Lao De and his godfather are so powerful. How could he die just by testing the reality of the Flame Mountain? No! No! No!! They will not die! They will definitely not die! Yes!! Yes!!! It must be Hack's mistake! It must be like this!!!"

Seeing Wuqi like this, Magulas had no choice. He knew that Wuqi had fallen into a very radical emotion. In this emotion, no matter how he persuaded him, it was useless, because the other party would not listen to his words at all, and he would not even say a word.

But if we ignore it and continue to develop Ren Wuqi's emotions, it is definitely not a good thing for Wuqi. Although he cannot practice, after contacting these humans for so long, Magulas has roughly understood some basic elements of cultivation. Mentality is a factor in whether a practitioner can become stronger and stronger, which is crucial.

If the mentality is destroyed, Wuqi will not only have no hope of progress in this life, but may even keep falling in strength. This situation is like Waterloo. Once the mentality is out of control, there is even the possibility of becoming a useless person. Wuqi's current state is undoubtedly on the verge of this possibility.

"You are Wuqi's friends, please persuade him quickly. If this continues, his situation will get worse and worse!"

In the end, the helpless Magulas could only seek help from the others who broke the corporation. Naturally, everyone would not refuse. Without saying a word, they took the initiative to step forward and comfort Wuqi in their own way.

"Boss... I know you are very sad now, why don't we? Let's be mournful and follow the changes!"

Xiaobai and Wuqi had a soul contract before, and their relationship with Wuqi was not very cordial. They once took risks to the world together and survived life and death together several times. The friendship was already so strong that it could not be dissolved. It was the first to persuade Wuqi.

Unfortunately, the result was very cruel. Wuqi, who was in an out of control, did not take it seriously at all, nor did he hear his thoughts in his heart. He directly returned to Xiaobai's bad eyes and turned his face away. He never looked at Xiaobai again, which made Xiaobai very embarrassed and lost.

"Master... If you can't continue like this, it will have a very bad impact on your future cultivation. Although this result is cruel to all of us, please accept the reality."

He Xiaotian was the second time to come forward, saying more words than Xiaobai, and his tone was gentler, but in the end, it was useless. Wuqi still didn't say a word. He looked at him unkindly, then turned his face away, ignored him, and still shook his head and said to himself, like a madman, falling into a state of madness, which was very dangerous, and his mind was at risk of collapse at any time.

"No! No! They will definitely not die! Yes! Yes! Yes! This is not reality, this is a dream! I am still dreaming now!"

"dwarf!"

Yun Zhihao was the third time to comfort him. His approach was much simpler than others and he spoke the least. He only called Wuqi for a moment, patted Wuqi on his shoulders, and there was no further information. He kept this action and tried to calm Wuqi down.

Unfortunately, the result is still useless.

Although Wuqi's body shook slightly when he was patted by Yun Zhihao on the shoulder, as if he had a reaction, in just a moment, he suddenly turned around, pushed Yun Zhihao away fiercely, and gave Yun Zhihao an extremely vicious look. Then, he immediately turned his head and stopped looking at Yun Zhihao. He continued to shake his head and talk to himself, his emotions became more excited, and his mind was closer to the brink of collapse.

Next, John also stepped forward to comfort him, "Uncle...", but unfortunately, the result was still like this. Wuqi was still out of control, and his long hair was dancing, his eyes were changing, sometimes fierce, sometimes sad, sometimes blamed himself, and sometimes angry. The situation became more and more dangerous and harder to persuade him.

In the end, many people were helpless and said nothing, urging their breath without saying anything, trying to forcefully suppress Wuqi in a violent way, so that Wuqi and Nake Lulu fainted first, because for Wuqi now, coma is a better choice.

However, Wuqi did not give them such a chance. Seeing everyone taking action at the same time, he actually launched a substitution technique without saying a word, locking everyone. In just a moment, he returned all the attacks that rushed him to the initiator himself without reservation, causing everyone's bones to ring, their bodies trembled, and they screamed in pain.

"Get out of here!!! Nightmare! You are all my nightmare!!! Don't want to deceive me! I must wake up!!!"

Then, Wuqi let out such an roar, his eyes were red, his expression was ferocious, and his mental state was approaching the verge of collapse.

After a moment, he was sure to have a shock inexplicably, and a mouthful of blood was spewing out. The breath began to flow rapidly at a speed that was lightning speed, overflowing from his limbs and gradually dissipating into the air.

"Come on to calm him down! Or just knock him out! Otherwise, he will be very dangerous! Even if he can be resurrected from the dead, he will only be resurrected by his soul and body. Whether his mental state can be restored is still a different story. We cannot bet on Wuqi's life!"

When everyone on the side saw this scene, they felt nervous. Regardless of the injuries they had just been hurt by Wuqi, they stepped forward one by one, hoping to restore Wuqi's spirit to normal. Unfortunately, their efforts became futile at this moment. Neither verbal persuasion nor violent means were effective. Wuqi was still shaking his head and talking to himself madly.

In this process, his aura was lost faster, and his strength began to decline rapidly. Almost in a blink of an eye, the realm fell to the edge of the holy realm with half a foot. If he continued, it would not take long, in just a moment, Wuqi would break away from the ranks of top masters and become a peak powerhouse in the holy realm who was not as strong as Rhodes and Perot.

Now it is the most critical period. If Wuqi can be awakened in time, Wuqi will be saved and will not become a useless person who will never be able to improve. But who can do this? Who can make Wuqi sober?

As soon as I thought about this, many people shook their heads and couldn't help, even Yun Zhihao was the same.

However, at this moment, no one expected that someone would stand up on his own initiative, walked behind Wuqi without saying a word, and hugged Wuqi with his not very spacious chest.

This person is nothing else, but his wife, Xiaodie, whom Wuqi loves deeply.

Xiaodie's move was very sudden, but it was the only way she could think of. She completely expected the consequences of doing so, and she would definitely be subjected to strong resistance and beating.

As expected, the facts proved that Xiaodie's guess was correct. How could Wuqi, who had completely lost control of his spirit, still as gentle and kind as before? Almost as soon as he felt that his body was being hugged, he immediately took action without looking back, waved his fists frantically, "Bang...bang...bang" and used heavy hands again and again, smashing the other party's arm.

It didn't take long, and in just a moment, Xiaodie's white arms, as white as mutton fat jade, became bloody and terrible. There were countless wounds on it, and all kinds of minced meat and blood were mixed together. The flesh turned out and the bloody appearance was outrageous, but Xiaodie didn't say a word, and she didn't even hum. She was silently enduring all the pain alone.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!!!"

Wuqi didn't notice these things, and was still roaring angryly, like a wild beast bound by someone, with infinite fierce light in his eyes and his body constantly struggling.

In the end, he succeeded, "Puff!" With two muffled sounds suddenly sounded from behind, he finally got rid of the magic hands that bound his hands and feet, and directly "squeezed" the two arms and cruelly tore off the person behind him. But when he turned around and saw who the person behind him, Wuqi was stunned.

"Xiaodie!!! You..."

Then, Wuqi's body shook, looked at his bloody wife, looked at the empty part under his shoulders, and then looked at the two bloody arms on his hands, and suddenly woke up. He completely understood what he had done just now, returned to normal from his out of control, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Xiaodie, I..."

"Aqi, don't blame yourself or feel guilty. I didn't blame you, nor did I blame you. Don't forget that my life was given by you. Being husband and wife with you is the happiest and most satisfying thing in my life. Sacrifice for you, nothing. It should be worth being happy that you can recover from your sobriety. There is nothing better than this."

Xiaodie's lips kept twitching when she heard this. Although her expression was painful and her facial features became a little distorted due to the severe pain of her broken arm, she was silent for a moment, but after a moment of silence, she barely squeezed out a gentle smile, comforted Wuqi with all her strength, and said.

At this point, a crisis caused by Wuqi was finally resolved. Wuqi no longer had any random thoughts. After regaining his awakening, the first thing was to continue the broken arm for Xiaodie and apologize to everyone. Then, he began to discuss plans to rush to the Flaming Mountain with Magulas and his friends.

Wuqi has thought about it. They have lived here for too long, and it is time to leave now. Even if it is not winter yet, they have to leave.

Because the longer he stayed here, the more he felt sorry for Rod and Perot. If he had not chosen to stay here and waited quietly like Yun Zhihao, but rushed to Flame Mountain as soon as possible, it might not have caused a tragedy.
Chapter completed!