The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment - Chapter 842

[Master Sister Abandoned Treatment Chapter 842]

Now the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl that he had dreamed of was floating three feet away from him, but he couldn’t do anything but watch.

perhaps.

This is despair!

“who are you?”

now.

The immortal cultivator who stayed in front of Lihen Cauldron looked at Su Youwei who suddenly barged in with horror.

As soon as the words fell, countless golden lights burst out from his sturdy body.

Under the guidance of the golden light, thousands of mysterious runes also appeared in the corners of the entire stone chamber.

Decree——

Heavenly Demon Walks the World!

“Om…”

Accompanied by a violent shaking of the Lihen Cauldron, countless evil spirits shot towards Su Youwei like arrows.

Chance!

Why don’t your eyes light up.

If this attack is successful, then he may still have a chance…

boom!

He Bukong laughed, but didn’t quite laugh.

He only saw the girl in front of him wave her right hand, and thousands of blood-colored lightning burst out from the blood sword.

The electric snake flew in the air, crushing the attacking evil spirit into ashes with a single sprint.

subsequently.

The electric snake continued unabated, and hit the burly monk like a heavy hammer.

“Ahhhh—”

Immediately there was a shrill scream in the stone room.

What kind of golden light spell, what kind of demonic resentment, what kind of fairy root.

When a bloody hole suddenly emerged from the void, everything was swallowed in like garbage.

“This is the Shura domain, stop killing with killing.”

Su Youwei said calmly.

Her sword could have wiped out the stars, but after the calm, except for the person who tried to attack her was wiped out, even the floor of the stone room was not scratched at all.

“No, it’s impossible…”

Why don’t you just scream.

The Nirvana Sword Way he practiced is actually somewhat similar to Su Youwei’s Asura Way.

As the quasi-emperor, he still can’t control that violent aura to the point where he wants, how can an ordinary girl from the lower realms do it?

What made him even more panicked was that Su Youwei’s strength was abnormal, it was not the strength she should have at all.

According to the information they collected, Su Youwei was clearly just an ant at the Golden Core stage.

But now the ants have turned into extraterrestrial demons!

She just stood there quietly, doing the simplest movements and speaking the simplest words. Why Bukong felt that the bit of Dao heart she had finally propped up was completely shattered.

Dao heart is broken, immortality is lost!

Why don’t you want to die.

He has not yet become a fairy emperor.

His path should not have ended here!

“No, no, no, don’t come, don’t come…”

He Bukong’s spirit retreated again and again, but in fact Su Youwei didn’t move at all.

What he saw in his eyes was no longer Su Youwei alone, but thousands of innocent souls dancing with the blood rain outside the stone room.

Those people had all died by his sword.

Their faces were contorted, and they laughed shrillly, as if they were waiting for him to be their companion.

Die die die die…

Why don’t you have a hideous face.

He took out a token of the way of robbery from his arms, which was a token that could communicate with the fairy world.

When he first came down from the fairy world, he used it as a medium to accept orders from the fairy world.

But some time ago, for some reason, he suddenly couldn’t receive a reply from the fairy world.

Accident.

That must have been an accident!

As long as he can contact those people this time, even if Su Youwei is ten times stronger, he has nothing to be afraid of.

“Reply quickly, quickly, if you don’t reply Wan Poison Pearl, it will be gone, quickly…”

Whoosh.

There was another flash of blood, why not just watch the token in his hand melt into nothingness.

“…”

He looked up.

At some point, Su Youwei had appeared in front of him, the blood sword was only half an inch away from his neck.

He only has a soul now, even if he is stabbed by a sword, he will not bleed.

But it will die, it will really die!

At this moment, He Bukong remembered the fear of being dominated by aging.

To him, that is the most terrifying curse in the world!

He suddenly knelt down on the ground and wailed in a tearing voice: “Please, give me the Wan Poison Pearl. I can give you whatever you want. Please, I don’t want to die. I really don’t want to die.” I just don’t want to die…”

The sound echoed in the stone room, even covering the sound of the rain outside.

He Bukong couldn’t see tears on his face, because it was just a remnant soul, but his face was distorted far more vividly than his physical body.

Su Youwei stared blankly at He Bukong who was completely out of composure.

She heard Hongyi say from the bottom of her heart: “His Dao heart has been broken.”

Is your heart broken?

That being the case, wouldn’t it be good to take the initiative to trade like Dao Xingyuan at the beginning?

So, this is the high immortal.

After the Dao heart is broken, it is not even as good as a dog.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Su Youwei stared at He Bukong intently.

Before coming here, she thought of many ways to deal with He Bukong.

hate it?

Of course hate.

If it weren’t for these people coveting the Wan Poison Pearl in her hand, Senior Sister Bai and Master would not be in danger at all.

She already owed Senior Sister Bai a lot, and now she owed it to the point where she couldn’t pay it off with herself.

She can’t wait to torture He Bukong with the cruelest swordsmanship in the world, so that he can experience the pain in her heart a hundredfold.

But after seeing He Bukong’s collapsed face, Su Youwei suddenly lost such interest.

She raised her sword high.

He Bukong, who realized that death was coming, rolled and crawled towards her.

He tried to hug Su Youwei’s leg.

“Don’t kill me, I don’t want the Wan Poison Pearl anymore, don’t kill me, it doesn’t matter for a day or a year, I want to live, I want to…”

puff!

The blood sword fell down suddenly and pierced hard along He Bukong’s back.

bark.

In an instant, a black vortex emerged from the wound made by the blood sword, and that vortex began to swallow He Bukong’s soul.

Why not struggle desperately.

[End of This Chapter]