"Master is going to die in this hellish place?"

I don't know how I was here in the Xiangli clan, I don't know what happened to the old banyan tree, at this moment, Ye Zhuo couldn't care about thinking about this, and he also couldn't think too much about the existence behind the laws of the Great Dao, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't come up with a reason and threw it aside, and the most urgent thing at the moment was to cut off the invisible forbidden power like a sucker on his body.

What does the essence blood mean to the monks, Ye Zhuo couldn't be clearer, that is, now that he has reached the top of the Golden Pill, if he is a little bit worse than the Golden Pill, it is just the loss of these essence blood that he has just noticed, and it is enough to kill, but even if it is the strength of the Golden Pill, it is only more able to endure some time, if it has been extracted like this, it will not be too long, in addition to the death of the body, Ye Zhuo does not feel that he will have any other fate.

The situation was urgent, and there was no room for any more hands, but the result was not as arbitrary, no matter what means Ye Zhuo used, he couldn't bounce off the ropes or cut even one. After a long time, Ye Zhuo could only watch his essence blood being sucked out of his body and sent to an unknown place in the distance, and even wanted to use the connection with his essence and blood to find out more things, but he couldn't do it because of the existence of a large array barrier, except for faintly being able to sense his essence and blood qi, Ye Zhuo didn't have any more feelings.

There is nothing more depressing than the strength of the whole body but there is nothing to do, clearly feeling that he is a little weak and helpless, no matter how good Rao is Ye Clumsy's heart is, his mood is naturally anxious, but there is nothing around him, and he can't find any object if he wants to vent.

As time passed, Ye Zhuo became more and more irritable, and the sentence "Master is going to die?" came out of his mouth repeatedly, the voice was not loud and more like a subconscious whisper, but as long as he listened carefully, he could hear the unwillingness of Ye Zhuo in a few words.

Ye Zhuo is indeed unwilling, not because of death itself, as a native of Liyun Island, he has no choice but to accept it, he has been used to it for thousands of years, for each clansman who only has a lifespan in their early thirties, their views on death are far more open-minded and open-minded than other people on the mainland.

Ye Zhuo's unwillingness was because of the hope in his heart, the spark that he thought could ignite a monstrous flame. Originally, when he was on the island, Ye Zhuo only had some vague ideas about his future because of the wonder of the jujube core baby, but after he got the Nantian Domain and arrived at the Chi Tianzong and found that the magic of the jujube core baby was still or even worse, these thoughts began to become clear step by step, and slowly gave birth to a spark.

The road of cultivation was smoother than he expected, and he had to fall into the Southern Wilderness Realm and his cultivation did not fall because of this, coupled with a few chances, it can be said that Ye Zhuo did not take much trouble to successfully cast the spiritual foundation and step into the realm of foundation building, although he did not break his own bloodline ban as he wished at the beginning, but from that time, the sparks in Ye Zhuo's heart gathered into a cluster of flames, he was no longer satisfied with himself alone, from that time, the success of breaking his own bloodline prohibition from the original ultimate goal became Ye Zhuo's primary goal, and Ye Zhuo's higher desire became his own Liyun Island, Ye Zhuo wanted to completely overturn the curse of heaven that had been shrouded in his own Liyun Island for I don't know how many thousands of years, and I didn't know how many clansmen had endured it.

From the time this idea first came to mind, Ye Zhuo knew that this was by no means an easy thing, and even in his own life, he might not be able to achieve it in his lifetime, if it weren't for this, that prohibition would not be called the Curse of Heaven, and Liyun Island would not be regarded as the Island of Heavenly Sin.

But even if the hope is small, it is also hope, for the hope that this line may never be realized, Ye Zhuo has been working hard, just because Ye Zhuo himself knows best, he may be the one who is most likely to do this in his own countless years away from Cloud Island, whether it is the jujube core treasure that has been integrated with himself and the Sealed Treasure Sutra that comes from it, or the Xuanhuang Three Scriptures that have been obtained by various chances, they are all opportunities that have never been had by the ancestors of Yundao for thousands of years.

The subsequent cultivation path also seemed to prove step by step that Ye Zhuo's idea was not his own conjecture, and the success of the foundation building triple realm was nothing to mention, but few people dared to say that there was a golden pill that countless monks even dared to say that they were completely sure of the golden pill even if they came to the great thousand-year-old family. The unexpected, but also reasonable, breaking of his own bloodline ban gave Ye Zhuo too much confidence, the original sparks, and the flames were also stronger, and they were still raging day by day, and at some point, Ye Zhuo had even flashed the wonderful scene after he really broke the forbidden ban of the Heavenly Curse for tens of thousands of years one day.

Until today, until this moment, as wisps of essence blood kept being pumped out, he was helpless, Ye Zhuo suddenly found that everything he had in the past seemed to be going to come to naught, and everything could only be in his imagination.

From irritability to unwillingness to rage, in the end, only depression remained in Ye Zhuo's heart, and the raging fire in his heart gradually withered and turned into a small flame again, turning into a little spark, which would be completely extinguished at any time.

Of course, Ye Zhuo knew that it would not work to go on like this, but at this time, he could only sigh in his heart, no more moves, no longer roaring at the sky, and he didn't know when to stop even the previous muttering.

With the passage of time, as the essence and blood are absorbed, it is not only the fire of hope in the heart that will be extinguished that will gradually dim, but also the look in the eyes, and the sluggish Ye Zhuo is also sluggish, and the same crumbling as if it may be completely silent at any time is also the vitality of Ye Zhuo. After a while, the originally plump young man first slowly curled up into a shrimp-like shape, and then the skin and flesh began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to become shriveled and wrinkled.

The body became more and more shriveled, until it was undeflated, and only a layer of skin was left clinging to the bones, Ye Zhuo still did not have the slightest reaction to movement, as if he had forgotten everything, or had completely given up everything, powerless and heartless, and stopped there motionless like the living dead.

If an ordinary person in the world saw Ye Zhuo's appearance at this moment, they would definitely not think that he was actually only in his early twenties, and they would not even think of Ye Zhuo as an old man who was dying of old age, and they would probably think that they had encountered a thousand-year-old dry corpse that had been turned out of the tomb.

Ye Zhuo did not really fall, if a cultivator with successful cultivation saw Ye Zhuo at this moment, he should be able to perceive the little bit of spiritual qi that still existed in Ye Zhuo's body, but even if he was a monk, nine times out of ten, he would think that Ye Zhuo would not be too far away from the time when this anger finally dissipated, maybe it was not necessarily in a moment. However, if this monk stayed here for a while, he would probably show a surprised gaze, although that little bit of spiritual qi was extremely weak, as if it would be blown away directly when it came out of the air, but as time passed, it never dissipated as they thought.

There was silence in the void, and no one walked in to take a look, only Ye Zhuo, who had curled up into a shrimp and seemed to have returned to his mother's womb, was a lonely and lonely figure.

No one has walked into the void, but it doesn't mean that no one is paying attention to the situation here, in fact, from the beginning to the end, there are people watching Ye Zhuo in the void with all their attention, and there is more than one,

It was no one else who was concerned about Ye Zhuo's situation, it was the powerful person of Yuanying who had specially entrusted the Xiangli clan to summon Ye Zhuo earlier, so that Ye Zhuo could pay attention, but Hu Ling'er still underestimated the magnitude of this matter.

At that time, Hu Ling'er confirmed that the Yuanying Great Power who had bad intentions towards Ye Zhuo, in addition to the two ancestors of Qingqiu Mountain who she was born in, Hu Mei Daoist and Hu Dongling Dao, there was only one one of the Fu family in Canghai Linan Island. Even so, it was enough to make Fox Ling'er frightened and inexplicable, according to Fox Ling'er's own cognition, not to mention the power of the three primordial infants, it was just that their two ancestors joined forces, looking at the entire Southern Heaven Domain cultivation world, it was enough to crush everything.

In the face of the powerful people above Yuan Ying, whether it is one, two or three, whether it is Ye Zhuozhuji or Jin Dan, there is no difference, there is no doubt that they are all ant-like existences.

It is also because Fox Ling'er is from Qingqiu Mountain, knows some secrets that other ordinary monks do not know, knows the existence and strength of the old banyan tree in the Southern Wasteland, and understands that only an existence like the old banyan tree demon who has sheltered the Southern Wasteland for thousands of years can protect Ye Zhuo when facing the power of the Southern Heaven Domain, so she will try her best to send a message to Ye Zhuo, so that Ye Zhuo can stay in the Southern Wilderness Realm, and she must not be lucky.

Hu Ling'er never thought about it, or she didn't dare to think about it at all, at this moment, the Yuanying Cultivators who gathered in the depths of the Heavenly Secret Realm of her Qingqiu Cave were far more powerful than the three she had confirmed and heard, and they had fully doubled.

Six Yuan Babies. In addition to the two Humei Daoists and Hudongling Daoists of Qingqiu Mountain, there are also four existences above the same Yuanying, the thirteen Daoists of Dongyang Qingyun Island, the old woman of Canghai and the South Island of Canghai, there are four of the six great families of the two mountains and three islands in the first generation, and there is one who is from the six great families of the sect, but it is not much worse, it is from the Linwu Mountain, which also occupies a side of the cave and is a super-first-class existence among the major sects, and the qualifications may exceed that of several other Chiliu Dao people.

The six Yuan Infant powers were divided into six corners, each according to one side and sat in a circle, no one made a sound, no one had more movements, all of them looked solemn, and looked at a treasure mirror surrounded by them with a little nervous expectation.

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