No matter how angry he is, it is useless, and no matter how unwilling he is, there is no way to do so, because reality has already destined everything. If his cultivation has not reached the realm of divine spirit, he will never have the ability to compete with those two old guys.

"Damn it!"

Lin Shaofeng chased after him, and his divine thoughts were released, covering a land of hundreds of miles. He was both anxious and angry. He even wanted to slap the land of hundreds of miles with one palm, dig three feet into the ground, and pull Su Hao out.

"So what if I can escape for a while?

He was hit by my Demon-killing Sword Soul Palm. If I hadn't untie the patterns with my own hands, he wouldn't have lived long!"

The red cloud's eyes shone coldly, then looked at He Han, and even Lin Shaofeng and others, and said, "Go back first. Staying here for a long time will inevitably attract the attention of outsiders. If the sect leader asks about this matter, it will be difficult to explain."

In fact, these people came to chase Su Hao, which was all their private decisions, and they had not discussed with Ji Ling.

And they certainly wouldn't know that at this moment Ji Ling was watching this scene quietly in the clouds in the distance... To be precise, at the moment when Su Hao left the Changsheng Sect, Ji Ling had already followed him. It can only be said that no one knew his whereabouts... Looking at the few people leaving, Su Hao did not dare to be careless at all, and still walked forward quickly in the demon cloak.

Until an hour and a half passed, the invisibility effect of the Demon Cloak finally disappeared.

And Su Hao had already walked out of the mountain range until he arrived at the bank of a small river a hundred miles away. He stopped and collapsed on the ground.

He was powerless to move forward, and even lost consciousness all over his body, because the purple-blue magic pattern had broken through the Guiyuan magic flame that he sealed in his body and slowly spread around his body.

"Ahem... his uncle... what kind of ghost magic pattern is this... I'm going to die here, right?"

Su Hao coughed up blood in his mouth, and his clothes were already soaked in blood. He tried to use the original Tianhuo Dao Breath to erase the purple-blue magic pattern that spread in his body, but the result was not ideal. The magic pattern was too terrible and seemed to be unable to be resolved with his current cultivation ability.

The consciousness gradually dissipated. Even if Su Hao wanted to enter the Chaos Prison with his consciousness and wanted to find the old ghosts to help him, he could no longer do it. His mental power was insufficient and he could not gather consciousness at all. This feeling was very terrible. He even felt that he was about to die... Gradually, everything in front of him became dim. In his subconscious, he wanted to try hard to open his eyes, and even wanted to get up, but helplessly, his body could no longer do it.

"Stinky scum, you must live well. You have promised me that you will take me to the spiritual world with you. Don't lie to me..." Su Hao inexplicably heard a familiar call, which was Ye Qingyuan's voice. He even saw Ye Qingyuan's figure, very close to him, pouted, held his hand, and was blaming him.

"Qingyuan, I promise you that one day I will take you to visit the spiritual world, and in the future I will take you to the fairy world and the holy world to visit. We will be together for generations.

But I'm so tired now, let me sleep..." Su Hao felt that he was lying beside Ye Qingyuan, but he didn't want to open his eyes anymore. He just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Su Hao, Su Hao...can you hear me?"

At the same time, just as he was drowsy, a sound came from his ears again. It was not Ye Qingyuan's voice, but the former guardian.

"Didn't you say that the last time I gave me a dream, the last time I had a conversation?

How can you pass the message again?”

Although Su Hao's consciousness was distracted, he forcibly gathered his consciousness at this moment and said this.

"You can't sleep. If you fall asleep, you will never wake up again. Go and find someone from the prison to help you."

The mysterious old man heard the voice anxiously.

"I tried it and couldn't gather my thoughts. Oh... I feel very comfortable all over now..." Su Hao sighed. In his subconscious, he could vaguely feel that the pain in his body seemed to have dissipated, and even the purple and blue magic patterns hidden in his body disappeared.

Everything seemed so natural. The mysterious old man was not sending a message, and Su Hao also emptied his body and mind and fell asleep completely.

I don’t know how long it has passed… Until a ray of soft and dazzling sunlight refracted on Su Hao’s face, he subconsciously reached out to cover his eyes, closed his eyes for a while, shook his head violently, and then slowly woke up from his deep sleep.

"Crazy..." A metal-like knock came from his ears, making Su Hao, who was lying on the stone bed and his mind confused, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes gradually became clear from blur... What caught his eyes was a dim and wet stone house.

Outside the stone window, the sunlight that penetrated in was not right at this moment, and was blocked by a burly boy, dressed in rags, and had green steel chains tied to all four limbs.

The boy was from the Demon Refining Palace, Gu Han! At this moment, Gu Han was holding a steaming bowl of soup in his hand, standing there facing Su Hao's eyes, his face still seemed so cold.

“Am I dreaming?

Hiss..." Su Hao was shocked and was about to sit up from the stone bed, but just as he was sitting and lying down violently, he felt a piercing pain coming from his left chest.

"This is the third day. Haven't you dreamed enough yet?"

Gu Han shook his head, moved his footsteps, and came to the stone bed. When he said this, he grabbed Su Hao's head with one hand, and poured the unknown liquid from the soup bowl in his hand directly into Su Hao's mouth.

Su Hao wanted to resist, but at this moment he couldn't tolerate him because he couldn't use any strength. The most terrifying thing was that he found that his cultivation level had long been imprisoned.

I don't know what this is?

However, in Su Hao's opinion, that should be the most difficult thing he has ever drunk in his life. The smell not only has a pungent stinky stinky smell, but also when it is drunk in his mouth, it is extremely bitter and makes people feel sick.

"Damn...what the hell are you giving me this?

Why do you imprison my cultivation?"

He was as strong as Su Hao, but he was finally drunk by Gu Han and finished the big bowl of disgusting soup.

At the same time, he was also very curious about how he came to this ghost place?

He clearly remembered that he was lying on the banks of a Qingliu River, and seemed to have seen Ye Qingyuan, and even heard the mysterious old man sending a message to him... "This is the Soul Solitude of the Corpse, which can resolve the Demon-killing Sword Soul Pattern remaining in your body."
Chapter completed!