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But the crying didn't last long. The violent poison and trauma finally engulfed her. The last thing she did before losing consciousness was to reach out and touch the wall of the Dragon Soul Pond, as if she could catch the man in the pond by his clothes and keep him there. around.

Originally, everything was going to get better... Ah Si's spiritual core could find a way to stop it, and everyone no longer hated them so much... Originally... it was almost over.

But darkness came again, and this time, for her, there might never be dawn again.

"Asi..."

Ye Wangxi murmured and finally slowly closed his eyes.

The evil spirit of the demonic dragon was finally suppressed. Nangong Si sacrificed his flesh and blood to strengthen the bond that was about to be broken. The dragon blood pool that was integrated into Nangong Si's soul could no longer be destroyed by Xu Shuanglin.

It's all over.

There was no longer a plant or tree in Jiao Mountain that could be used by Xu Shuanglin. Nangong Si did not have the all-powerful ability of Nangong Changying, but in the end it was him who cut off Xu Shuanglin's sharpest claws.

Everyone was silent, and could only hear the subtle groans of the previously injured people.

The light of the dragon blood pool gradually dissipated, and Mo Ran walked to Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning lowered his head and closed his eyes. The hand holding Nao Baijin was pale and cold. Because of the forbearance, the light blue blood vessels under the skin were slightly convex. out.

"Master..."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything. In the end, he just put Nao Baijin next to Ye Wangxi, together with Nangong Si's quiver.

He stood up, there was water vapor in his eyes, but when he looked at the corridor leading to the soul summoning platform, the water vapor condensed into ice.

Without saying a word, with golden light flowing from the Heavenly Question in his hand, he walked towards the dark corridor.

The ink burned and followed him, and the disciples at the top of life and death followed silently.

No one asked, no one spoke.

They all knew what it meant to take the lead, but they all followed, and no one backed down. Then came the Snow Palace, Lone Moon Night...

Before Jiang Xi entered the corridor, he named a few disciples who were healing and guarding, and said: "You stay here and take good care of the wounded, especially Miss Ye. If these people who are not dead lose their lives again, they will get a whole year's salary back." Stones, all smashed."

"Yes, Master."

The door leading to the soul summoning platform has been opened, and with many casualties along the way, they arrived at the last part of the Heavenly Palace of the Confucian Fengmen Ancestral Temple——

Finally arrived, the place where sacrifices are made to summon souls.

Soul-calling platform.

Chapter 225 [Jiaoshan] Laughing at me

Chu Wanning was the first to walk out of the corridor. Different from the narrow corridor, he took the last stone step and saw a huge empty high platform. It was difficult to see the end with his eyes, as if a party was floating in the sky. The pure land above the sky.

At this time, a bright moon was in the sky, and the surrounding fields of the high platform were lonely, with no grass growing. When I looked up, I saw gusts of wind, hazy cloud shadows, and in the center of the high platform, there was a person sitting.

Xu Shuanglin.

The people behind came out one after another, but they were all stunned when they saw Xu Shuanglin. Xue Zhengyong was even more surprised: "How... is this... what is going on?"

Someone else gasped and whispered: "Oh my god, how could this happen?"

"Is he dead or alive?"

Mo Ran walked towards him, and the closer he got, the more chilling and bone-chilling the scene he saw in front of him - Xu Shuanglin sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed. The right half of his body had completely rotted away, and there was no human shape at all. Puss, blood and black water were constantly gushing out of his body, and the stench was overwhelming. And on his front, back, left and right, there were five divine weapons with extremely fierce aura.

The burning fingertips couldn't help but curl up - he saw no return.

No Return pierced the ground deeply, and the pale green glow climbed all the way from the ground, and finally merged with the light of the other four weapons into a stream, pouring into Xu Shuanglin's heart, illuminating Xu Shuanglin's rugged and thin face. The weather is uncertain and the light and darkness flicker.

Behind Xu Shuanglin, there was a mass of dark smoke swirling and twisting, which seemed to be some kind of barrier that was about to be formed.

Others followed one after another.

Huang Xiaoyue murmured in disbelief: "This is... this is the martial arts technique?"

Xue Meng didn't know what Wuhun Technique was. He was about to ask his father, but when he turned around, he saw Xue Zhengyong's face turning pale. Obviously, he didn't believe that anyone would actually use this technique.

"What exactly is this?"

Xue Meng was obviously not the only one who didn't know the art of martial arts. There were also juniors who were asking softly.

Chu nightning stared at Xu Shuanglin's face and said: "The art of martial arts is to dedicate one's soul to the blood-stained Shenwu, make a contract with the Shenwu, and swear that after death, one's soul will be absorbed by the weapon spirit of the Shenwu. Tear it to pieces and devour it, becoming a sacrifice for tempering the divine martial arts.”

"Living sacrifice weapons?" Xue Meng was stunned, "Why do you do this?"

"Because his spiritual power is not enough." Chu Wanning said, "This is a way to quickly and significantly increase his strength. He dedicated his soul to Shenwu, and Shenwu lent him his power."

While he was talking, he suddenly heard a faint sigh.

Almost everyone couldn't help but take a step back. Xue Menglongcheng unsheathed and stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.

Xu Shuanglin slowly opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, he raised his face. Half of it was normal, but the other half was already a pool of foul-smelling mud.

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