"I can save you."

High Priest Linlang, dressed in red like fire, ignored the Clay Bodhisattva and the Sword Master who had fallen to the ground, and poured his own cultivation into Zhao Wujiang's body, trying to repair Zhao Wujiang's injuries.

But Zhao Wujiang's figure has been completely penetrated by the vast sword energy, and the sword energy has ravaged his body. Even if he survives, he will still be seriously injured if he resists.

Now it is impossible for the Clay Bodhisattva to keep Zhao Wujiang alive.

Even if the Clay Bodhisattva doesn't take action, the Gu God Wolf God doesn't take action, and the subordinates of several gods who have been hiding in this world, most of them have heaven-level cultivation.

In Zhao Wujiang's current state, how can he resist?

But Linlang knew that Gui knew, and she knew even more that she must save Zhao Wujiang.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang shaking his head, she burst into tears and kept trembling in her mouth:

"I can save you, I can save you."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head again, gently held the slender hand of High Priest Linlang with his big hand, and smiled warmly:

"I'm very happy to meet you.

Let it go, it’s useless..."

Linlang burst into tears, still stubbornly fighting for her cultivation, her silver teeth clenched and her eyes filled with tears.

Clay Bodhisattva frowned:

"Wolf God, take care of your men."

The little white dog said calmly:

"Don't worry, take care of yourself."

"Hmph." The Clay Bodhisattva, wearing a jade-white robe and a jade crown that was not stained by any rainwater, still looked handsome, sneered:

"It seems that you are not interested in the luck of the world, so I will keep it all for you later."

Mu Qianqian snorted coldly.

Sword Master Li Chunjun closed his eyes and sighed. He risked his life to keep the Clay Bodhisattva, but he couldn't. Zhao Wujiang also fought with ghosts and gods and was seriously injured.

The tide is over.

Although he knew the outcome, Li Chunjun still sighed. After all, he couldn't change anything. It was just that Zhao Wujiang dragged one person into the water and left an offender in this world forever, but he couldn't do anything.

The world is about to collapse, and the imprisonment that binds Clay Bodhisattva and others will be released, and Clay Bodhisattva and others will be able to show their true cultivation.

He had no choice but to fight to the death.

High Priest Linlang stared at Zhao Wujiang blankly, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, leaned over and kissed Zhao Wujiang's lips, hugging Zhao Wujiang tightly.

"Zhao Wujiang, no matter what, you will definitely die today, not to mention that you are seriously injured and cannot recover." Ni Bodhisattva smiled kindly and did not stop Linlang, but said seriously:

"What I said before still stands.

Cutting off a piece of your flesh and blood can give you a life."

"Linlang is back."

As soon as the Wolf God Dog's paws slapped, High Priest Linlang's figure flew backwards uncontrollably. No matter how hard Linlang begged, it was of no avail.

The King of the Golden Horde signaled the people behind him to step forward and continue to cut off Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood in exchange for value and life.

"No!"

The dazzling pear blossoms are begging for rain.

The wolf god sighed and waved his dog's paw, and Linlang passed out and was helped by another high priest.

"Indeed, we should continue."

Mu Qianqian stepped on the rain and walked slowly towards Zhao Wujiang. Her embroidered shoes stepped on Zhao Wujiang's side. She looked down at Zhao Wujiang who was lying on the ground with a weak breath. Her eyes flickered and she said in a deep voice:

"I think Zhao Wujiang should also be willing."

Zhao Wujiang stared at the girl in colorful clothes with deep eyes.

In fact, Ni Bodhisattva wanted Zhao Wujiang to suffer all kinds of torture, especially from his own people, and by letting these people take away Zhao Wujiang's luck and then handing it over to the Ni Bodhisattva and others, he could also avoid some risks.

"I understand." Mu Qianqian nodded, she squatted down and said in a low voice:

"Zhao Wujiang is willing."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly inserted the knife into Zhao Wujiang's heart, and grabbed out Zhao Wujiang's bleeding and beating heart.

She held up Zhao Wujiang's heart, her little hand blurred with blood. As soon as she held it, the purple handkerchief wrapped the heart, and she put it into the small pocket on her clothes, bulging.

She stood up with a smile, and underneath her was the lifeless Zhao Wujiang.

Behind him is the furious roar of the Clay Bodhisattva:
Chapter completed!