Shen Fang’s department, under the stone statue.

"messenger!"

Shen Fangli was in a consistent manner, so he naturally didn't care about his own life. He said seriously: "Please tell me what to do to help the messenger?"

"Aunt...Aunt!"

A Shu felt something was wrong, "What are you... going to do?"

"It's not your business."

Leng Yushu shook his head, "Just stop making trouble."

"oh oh……"

A Shu breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, aunt, A Shu will never make trouble!"

At least.

Never make trouble until the sword holder dies!

“Sensing it.”

Leng Yushu ignored him anymore, looked at the stone statue, and said to Shen Fangli: "I will...light you later."

"good!"

“It may be a little painful.”

“…”

Shen Fangli didn't say anything, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and covered it with a stone statue. The soul power, which was far more powerful than mortals, was mobilized instantly!

pain?

What kind of pain can be more painful than watching the tribe members die one by one?

What kind of pain can be more painful than watching the messenger defeat and hope be destroyed with his own eyes?

Body pain.

How can it compare to decades of spiritual suffering?

At this time.

Leng Yushu's body trembled slightly, and his cultivation level had recovered a little!

Obviously.

It was Gu Han's credit.

...

at the same time.

The thousands of people from the two tribes who were worshiping devoutly suddenly felt something leaving their bodies, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the decisive battle between Gu Han and Kuishan.

I don't know why.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in their hearts.

seem……

I also participated in this battle.

"messenger!"

Ah Hu clenched his fists, and his willingness was particularly strong, "You...must win! You also agreed to give me a sword!"

...

"It's almost done."

Under the stone statue.

Leng Yushu took a deep breath and looked at Shen Fangli who was ready to die. The apology in his eyes instantly turned into firmness. He muttered himself and recited a difficult and complicated spell. In an instant, her originally clear and moving voice suddenly brought a hint of silence, just like something coming from the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs!

at the same time.

The faint light on the stone statue trembled slightly and fell on her in an instant!

The spell is not long.

But after reading it, she had almost no breath of life, but was somewhat similar to the temperament of those evil spirits. Silently, a large amount of blood flowed out of her seven orifices at the same time, but there was a hint of coldness in the blood!

“…”

A Shu was trembling.

It was a little panicked again.

"Ashu."

At this moment, Leng Yushu's voice came over again. Although the sound was cold, it had a little softer meaning, as if comforting it, "I may ask you for help later."

"this……"

A Shu was a little hesitant, "What's the busy thing?"

"Xiaobian."

"Can you not help?"

"If you don't help, you will die."

In the gentlest tone and the cruelest words, A Shu was so scared that his souls were all hiding, and he immediately ran away regardless of everything.

Sudden.

Leng Yushu stretched out his fingers, and the force that seemed to come from the Yellow Spring immediately locked it, making it unable to move at all. "You will die now if you dare to escape."

"I'll help!"

A Shu almost cried, "Auntie, don't kill me, A Shu is willing to help."

"kindness."

Leng Yushu comforted softly: "Help me once, and I promise not to kill you in the future."

"real?"

"Really, I never lie."

shit!

A Shu complained in his heart that you just lied to the one who held the sword!

"Don't worry, aunt!"

It promised loudly: "Ashu is obliged to be a little busy!"

"Hold on."

Leng Yushu looked at Shen Fangli again, with more and more blood in his seven orifices, his fingers trembled and stretched out, and the coldness instantly sank into the other party's eyebrows!

In an instant!

Shen Fangli's aging body trembled.

The body of a mortal, with the power of the underworld, he felt that his body was torn inch by inch, his soul was ignited a little, and his consciousness was crushed little by little... This kind of pain has exceeded his imagination!

only.

From beginning to end, he didn't even snorted. At the last moment of his life, he turned his head hard and looked in the direction of Gu Han's decisive battle.

Then……

Frozen it!

The spirit in the eyes quickly disappeared, but it was a bright blue flame.

Although it is a flame.

But it was as cold as ice, without a trace of temperature!

Leng Yushu stretched out his hand and took Lan Yan into his hand. His body became a little blue, and blood continued to flow out from his seven orifices. She frowned slightly. Although she was not less pain than Shen Fangli, she endured it.

"Ashu."

Her voice became gentler and she brought Lan Yan closer to the trembling sapling, "Come on, don't be afraid, it may hurt a little."

Female devil!

Female Rakshasa!

Mad girl!

At this moment, A Shu's heart was collapsed, and he had put many nicknames on Leng Yushu.

only.

Under the locking of the power of the Yellow Spring, it could not even move. In the blink of an eye, the faint blue flame ignited a small branch of it.

"ah!!!"
To be continued...