CHAPTER XXXI

As the violent spiritual power in Lin Muyi's body broke out, the spirit bead shot out, like a dazzling meteor, roaring through the air, smashing towards the demon pool on the high platform.

This blow used up almost all of Lin Muyi's spiritual power, and the speed of that spirit bead was extremely fast. The black-clothed demon cultivator on the high platform heard the sound and looked over here, and was immediately shocked, but he couldn't stop it. The spirit bead was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and it came in an instant, smashing straight towards the magic pool on the high platform.

The black-clothed demon cultivator was already in a hurry at this time, and in a hurry, he rushed towards the Yun Ling Bead, but he was still a step too slow, his fingertips could only touch the Yun Ling Bead, and the five fingers were scalded by the scorching red aura wrapped in the surface of the Yun Ling Bead, and they withered down and turned into five shriveled fingers, like charred black bamboo branches.

And even so, it was only a slight mess of the castration of the spirit bead, and the small vermilion bead still hit the bottom of the magic pool straight away.

The black-clothed demon cultivator didn't care about the sharp pain in his hand, his eyes cracked, and he saw the spirit bead hit the bottom of the demon pool, and there was a loud bang, and a dazzling red light exploded, stabbing people unable to open their eyes.

The demon pool cracked, and the lilac water in the pool splashed away with the spiritual power of the explosion, and the black-clothed demon cultivator closest to the pool bore the brunt, splashed by the pool water, and let out a hoarse scream, and a large puff of smoke and dust began to rise from his body.

And the remaining five black-clothed ghosts on the high platform were also affected by the splashing pool water, and the screams rang out for a while, Lin Mu only felt creepy in his ears when he heard it, and the bodies of the five people were twisted in pain, unable to support it, and one by one they poured into the pool water that flowed all over the platform, and then let out an endless howl, and the body actually melted a little bit in this pool of water.

On the contrary, it was the black-clothed demon cultivator who endured the severe pain and barely flew into the air, and only then did he leave the terrifying pool water.

And as the pool cracked, the water filled the pool slowly flowed down the high steps of the platform like boiling lava. The water was so strange that wherever it flowed, there was no grass, and even the boulders on the high platform were melted into a deep ravine.

As the pool of water slowly flowed down the high platform, the children in the valley trembled one by one as if they had suddenly lost their restraints, their faces were full of frightened expressions, they screamed in horror, and ran in all directions.

For a while, the whole valley was filled with endless screams and cries, and there were scattered children running away everywhere.

It's like an Asura field.

Lin Muyi gritted his teeth, got up from the ground again, forced the little spiritual power left in his body, and stood on the flying sword tremblingly, but his eyes were cold and resolute, and he flew towards the high platform.

He had already guessed that the magic pool was not simple, but he still didn't expect that the water in the magic pool had such a huge destructive power!

Lin Muyi urged the flying sword to fly quickly, his eyes were firmly fixed on the movement on the high platform over there, only to see that the five black-clothed ghosts had been swallowed by the pool water at this time, turning into clusters of smoke and dust, without a trace, even the black-clothed demon cultivator was also ragged at this time, the ink-black cloak was already torn, revealing the moon-white robe inside, and even the hood had been corroded by the pool water, revealing half of his embarrassed face, and the bun on his head was also scattered messily, which could block his cheeks, Lin Muyi looked at it from a distance, and he couldn't see his face clearly. And the black-clothed demon cultivator's entire right half of his body was also corroded by the pool water, and he was scarred, and his right arm was even more biochemically destroyed by the pool of water, and a piece of flesh and blood the size of the bowl mouth. I think that if he hadn't escaped into the air, I'm afraid he would have ended up like those black-clothed ghosts and turned into ashes.

But the most bizarre thing is that the wound is extremely deep, almost visible bones, but not a drop of blood has flowed, but there is a sticky liquid slowly oozing out, glowing with a faint purple light.

Lin Muyi was shocked by this scene, his heart was shocked, and he sped up his speed, and at the same time, his mind was racing, and the spirit bead came out of the wreckage on the high platform, and attacked the black-clothed demon cultivator.

The black-clothed demon cultivator couldn't dodge under the serious injury, and was hit by the Yun Lingzhu on his already scarred right arm, and with a muffled snort, he took three steps back in the air, stumbled a few times, and then stood firm again. He turned his head to look at Lin Muyi, and immediately looked down again at the messy high platform under his feet, as if he was looking for something.

At this time, Lin Muyi had already rushed to the sky above the high platform and went straight to the black-clothed demon cultivator. The black-clothed demon cultivator didn't pay attention to him, only stared intently at the high platform, looking around for something, almost ignoring the still boiling magic pool water on the high platform, and rushed to the high platform, but was blocked by Yun Lingzhu's attack, and hurriedly turned around to avoid another attack of Yun Lingzhu, but never had a chance to return to the high platform.

He turned his head to look again, and saw that Lin Muyi was already about to fly in front of him. He gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind, and with a wave of his intact left hand behind him, the void behind him was distorted, and a man-high enchantment appeared.

Lin Mu was bent on screaming, seeing that the black-clothed demon cultivator was about to escape, he hurriedly commanded Yun Lingzhu to attack quickly in his direction.

The black-clothed demon cultivator glanced at Lin Muyi one last time, only one of the person's right eyes was exposed from the messy hair and tattered hood, and his eyes were cold and vicious, and Lin Mu couldn't help but shudder. Immediately, the demon cultivator turned around and walked into the crack in the enchantment.

Yun Lingzhu was a step too late after all, and with a single blow, it passed through the afterimage left in the air by the black-clothed demon cultivator, but it didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Lin Muyi sighed, knowing that with his cultivation, he would not be able to catch up with the black-clothed demon cultivator.

Lin Mu waved his hand to recall the Yun Ling Bead, and the small vermilion bead flashed a faint red light at this time, and it disappeared into his body in the blink of an eye. As Yun Lingzhu returned to Zhihai, Lin Muyi spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Forcibly urging the spiritual power, and the natal magic weapon collided hard in the magic pool, the magic pool is also extraordinary, even the innate magic weapon like the Yun Ling Bead is also extremely damaged, the magic pool is cracked, and the Yun Ling Bead is also extremely damaged, as soon as Lin Muyi retracts the bead into his body, he can't control the big mouthful of blood and vomits out, and he has suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

But he didn't care about anything else at this time, covered his mouth and nose with his cuffs, wiped it hastily, and flew under the high platform with his flying sword.

The magic pool had just cracked, and he hurriedly saw a small figure shoot out with the scattered debris and fall into the grass under the high platform.

Pickup, pickup!

She'll be fine!

Lin Mu jumped off the flying sword and rummaged under the high platform like crazy.

At this time, the overflowing pond water has slowly cooled and dried up, but it has corroded the entire valley into thousands of ravines and ravines, and the original towering ancient trees in the valley have withered one by one, and the waist-deep grass has also withered one by one. The children fled in the valley, screaming in terror like demons.

And Lin Muyi didn't care about all this, he brushed aside the withered grass on the ground over and over again, rummaging around.

Shi'er! Shi'er must still be alive! He'll be fine!

"Shi'er!Shi'er!Where are you?"

Lin Mu's hands were cut by the sharp edges of the decaying grass, and red blood flowed out, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, almost kneeling on the ground, rolling and rummaging.

But no. There is no place for him.

Lin Muyi refused to give up. He was sure that Shi'er must have flown out with the crumbled debris of the magic pool. He's seen it with his own eyes!

Lin Muyi continued to rummage without giving up, taking the high platform as the center, looking for the depths of the valley, and finally saw a small figure lying in a corroded and dilapidated grass not far away.

Lin Mu's eyes lit up, and he rushed over with an arrow step, and walked closer, waiting to see the small figure clearly, but he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

That's not a pick-up.

The little thing was curled up, motionless, its upper body covered in wounds, and the lower half of its body was corroded and gone.

It was the child who was desperately trying to save but was thrown into the magic pool together.

Lin Mu felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he was almost out of breath, so he took a few deep breaths before he stepped forward again and squatted down.

The child's small face was faintly bruised, and his eyes were slightly open, motionless. Lin Mu's hand trembled violently, and it took a lot of effort before he slowly stretched out his hand and touched the child's thin and thin chest. The little body was cold, and the heart in the chest had stopped beating.

Lin Mu's hand trembled so much that he couldn't speak, and slowly covered the child's eyelids.

In the end, he was unable to save the child.

What about Shi'er?

Lin Mu stood up suddenly, stepped on the flying sword again, and flew into the air. He couldn't believe that Shi'er would end up like that kid.

The valley was devastated, and the children were still screaming and running, scurrying around like headless flies, and every now and then someone fell and wailed.

Lin Mu looked at them one by one, but still didn't find Shi'er.

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it!

Shi'er is the immortal venerable of the later generations, and he is the seal of the mighty world! How could he die here? How could it be?!

"Shi'er! Come out! Don't scare me!"

Lin Muyi's voice trembled violently, and he flew in the air and shouted loudly to the ground.

There was a scream and cry in the valley, and where was the sound?

Lin Muyi used the flying sword to spin wildly in the air, shouting while shouting until his spiritual power was exhausted and he fell from the air.

The sea of knowledge is almost dry, and the golden pill is obscure. Lin Muyi fell to the ground hard, as if he had been stepped on by an ancient giant beast, and the pain was about to fall apart.

Lin Mu looked at the sky, and the waning moon flashed and disappeared into the clouds again.

I can't find it.

It was his self-righteousness, his arrogance and arrogance, that made him lose that child. That child should have been an immortal venerable, but it was because of his rebirth that he became the current Lin Muyi, so that child's life was ruined.

Lin Muyi raised his arm and covered his eyes.

Perhaps his rebirth was a mistake. He was an incompetent loser, shattered to ashes by the thunderstorm, and his soul was scattered, and he should not have returned to this world and dragged down the child who should have an infinite future.

He listened to the messy footsteps and screams of the children around him, and his heart was full of depression.

"Real ......"

Amid the cacophony around him, he suddenly heard a familiar call. Extremely faint and extremely small.

Lin Mu jumped up from the ground.

He couldn't hear it wrong!

Lin Mu was like a drum, and rushed over with the sound of rolling and rolling.

In the corner of the valley, there was a half-man-high withered grass, and no child ran to this corner. The light of the fire shone on the grass, swaying.

"Real ......"

The small voice came again.

Lin Muyi knelt in the grass, his hands shaking violently.

With a trembling hand, he gently brushed away the withered grass, and on a thick meadow, the child lay quietly.

The child's little face was covered with mud, and his eyes that had always been dark and bright became dull, and he blinked lightly and moved, as if he wanted to get up but failed.

"Real ......"

He moved his lips, his voice extremely faint. But Lin Muyi heard it clearly.

Lin Mu's eyes were sour, and he was almost about to cry.

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