What could it be?

In Zuo Cheng Poyu's imagination, there is only one head left, and all Song Que can do is to beg bitterly, but he also knows that the object of Song Que's plea must be himself!

Taking action to understand Song Que's pain is tantamount to completely eliminating Song Que in this world.

Don't do it, the pain that comes from the bottom of the soul, especially the lack of soul in the previous six days, burns from the most intense pain, and that kind of pain is difficult to describe at all.

If he could die, then no one would want to live like this, at least Zuo Cheng Poyu felt that he was!

can personally wipe out all traces of Song Que in this world, and let it return to nothingness, this, this, this......

"Damn, you bastards, bone destroyers, you should know that I can't have the true meaning of the runes at all, and with the prohibition and restraint in my mind, even the translation can't say it, otherwise my brain will immediately explode like a watermelon!"

In the end, Zuo Cheng Poyu still gave in, he couldn't sit back and watch Song Que fall into such a bleak end, especially Song Que would be like this for him~~

"Boom... The struggle of human nature, how wonderful this is~~ Don't worry, I have already thought of the method for you, your Zuocheng family has not produced a world venerable, this substitute soul bead was personally sacrificed by my grandfather, which is enough to free you from the shackles in your mind, and I only need to translate the book!"

took out a bright but indescribable color bead, and the eyes of the three paths were full of strange colors.

Groov!

Zuo Cheng Poyu's heart sank immediately, knowing that Hua Santu was prepared to fight him, and the idea of coming to him was not a day or two~~

The hand stretched out and retracted, and then slowly stretched out, licking the chapped lips, Zuo Cheng Poyu was struggling most violently in his heart......

"Ah~~ah~~Ah!!I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I can't, I can't betray the family, and the secret of the White Bone Destroyer must not fall into the hands of the Heavenly Corpse Imperial Ghost Sect~~"

Zuo Cheng Poyu's eyes were red, like a beast in a desperate situation......

"Press~~"

He whispered in displeasure, and then grabbed Song Que with the already twisted head and placed it in front of Zuo Cheng Poyu.

"Boom... I know that you don't give in so easily, so the game continues~~ I hope that when your junior brother only has one head left, you can still be so sorry to kill him and end his pain~~ By the way, friendly reminder, if you open your mouth now, then Song Que can still be safe and sound, and you can still save a small life within three days, three days later, you can..."

Hua Santu continued to use words to add weight to Zuocheng Poyu's heart, and at the same time used Song Que's wail to gradually chisel a small gap in Zuocheng Poyu's heart.

It can be seen from these small details that although it is also torturous, Huan Guye is the kind of rough and direct type, and Hua Santu not only takes the technical route, but also wants to play out the grade and play the taste, the seemingly light wind and clouds, and the scene is not bloody at all, but in fact, it has already played with people's hearts and struck a thousand holes between the palms, and the blood flowed like a river......

Or, in fact, the three ways of transformation are also directly rough type, but Huan Guye is directly rough in the body, while the three ways are directly rough in the heart~~

Tick, tick, tick......

Time passes minute by minute, but for Zuo Cheng Poyu, today's time seems to be very slow, and one second is several spring and autumn.

For Song Que.,.....

All right!

He had lost the concept of time, and all that permeated his body was the pain of extreme fear!

However, time feels long, but a day is just a day after all~~

Song Que's body is now completely different from ordinary people, even if ordinary people can shout again, it won't take long for them to roar, and their voices will inevitably be hoarse or even bad.

But Song Que will not, as time passes, the soul is gradually missing, the pain will be more intense, and because the overflowing soul can disperse into the body to increase the sensitivity and nourish the body, so the wailing will only get louder and louder with time......

"Ah~~Ah~~Ahhhh!!h

In the heart-rending roar, Song Que finally reached the limit of his first endurance, since the pain from the lack of soul could not be soothed, then only a more painful pain could be temporarily suppressed.

As soon as he bit his upper and lower jaws, Song Que actually planned to bite off his tongue~~

"Senior Brother Song, don't!"

His eyes widened, and Zuo Cheng Poyu exclaimed in surprise.

Hua Santu also squinted happily.,The show is about to enter the climax.,And the first time will always give people a different kind of expectation~~.

"Moan, groan, groan......"

At this moment, a sword pierced through the sky, caught everyone off guard, and was inserted between Song Que and Hua.

"Ding~~"

"Boom!"

With a bang, this sword actually burst out with infinite energy, and the three of them couldn't stand up, and their bodies exploded a few feet away.

"It's so strong, I don't know if the hand from Ji Du dares to come out and see it?"

The cold eyebrows and low-eyed long clothes are fluttering, and I am very unhappy to be interrupted by others~~

"Hmph, what if you come out and see me? Dare to do such a vicious attack on my Jidu disciples, you ...... Damn!"

"Moan~~"

The words fell, the sound of the sword chant was strong, and a silver figure flashed, and then when the long sword disappeared and reappeared, a sad blood line sprinkled into the sky......

That's Huan Guye's blood~~

"It can't be!"

Ye Su's pupils constricted, and his face looked completely incredulous.

You must know that Huan Guye's strength is still above him, since this person can beat Huan Guye in one move, it also means that he can second him in one move.

Life and death are really just a matter of luck at this moment!

"Senior Brother Wen!"

Zuo Cheng Poyu shouted in surprise.

As early as the moment the long sword appeared, Zuocheng Poyu recognized it, this sword is made of wood, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, the sound of the sword is like the song of the dark crow of the soul, and the only thing that can have such a peculiar shape is Wen Taiqing's portable sword, Da Ding!

"Well, Senior Brother Zuo Cheng is okay?"

Holding Song Que in his arms, he asked in a pleasant voice when he heard Taiqing.

The voice is very indifferent, but there is a sense of peace of mind that cannot be refused~~

"I, I, I don't matter, Senior Brother Song! Senior Brother Song! Senior Brother Wen begs you to save him, I'm afraid he won't be able to last long after he has been immersed in the soul fire of the three paths. ”

"Don't worry, no one can hurt the people of Jidu Xianmen, and anyone who hurts my Jidu Xianmen will also pay the price of blood!"

The voice is not loud, but Huan Guye, who is lying on the ground with a dead eye, the deterrent effect of this sentence really cannot be measured in words.

For a while, the three ways of transformation couldn't help but be solemn.

Because of the sword that Wen Taiqing killed Huan Guye, he didn't even have time to stop it, although this move was suspected of a sneak attack, but Wen Taiqing's strength was beyond doubt.

Tsai carefully looked at Song Que's injury, and then slowly stroked Song Que's forehead, the milky white light was accompanied by bursts of heavenly sound, and immediately Song Que's expression calmed down.

"The immersion soul fire of the Heavenly Corpse Imperial Ghost Sect is nothing more than that~~"

"Taiping Heavenly Eight Music Divine Sound!"

Hua Santu's face became even more solemn, this is one of the most restrained spells to immerse yourself in soul fire!

"Okay, it's not a loss, it's a famous genius in Jidu, eight years of forbearance, and the reappearance of the fruit is to live up to expectations, so ask for advice~~"

Saying that, Hua Santu was already the first to make a move, and the red light in his eyes continued to accumulate and turned into a bird shape.

Wen Taiqing is unfathomable, and he doesn't dare to be careless in the three ways, and he will do his best!

The pupil of the sea of blood, succumb to death!

"Chirp~~"

The blood-red bird that turned out chirped, and its wings spread out with a ferocious slaughter.

Faced with this scene, Wen Taiqing finally put Song Que in his arms on the ground, his left hand still never left, and his right hand held Da Ding's flutter like a swimming dragon, and immediately the divine sound resounded, and the sword opened the sky on all sides......

Dao Dao Tianguang soared up and soared into the sky under the divine sound, slashing and slashing, and within a moment, the fiery red bird was cut into several sections, and the remaining Tianguang sword qi began to shoot towards the three paths~~

With solemn eyes, knowing that Wen Taiqing's combat power might be above his own estimates, Hua Santu immediately changed his strategy, turned around and retreated, and decided not to fight hard, and planned to use Zuocheng Poyu and Song Que as a breakthrough!

"Drink!

Hua Santu let out a very windy roar, and immediately the red light in his left eye formed a whirlpool, and a strange corpse with a hideous face appeared.

Look at the clothes worn by this dried corpse, it is very likely that it is from ancient times and is still early!

Wow, wow, wow, not to mention anything else, just saying that this corpse can be kept for such a long time, in essence, the potential is unlimited~~

As soon as the ancient corpse appeared under the control of Hua Santu, it directly pounced on Zuocheng Poyu, and at the same time, Hua Santu's palm condensed two balls of pitch-black light full of corrosive energy and hit Song Que.

With a slight glance in his eyes, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Wen Taiqing's mouth.

"Is this the only means? Qian donkey skills are poor~~"

Sword sound, break the sky!

The invisible sound quality spread into an invisible sword with a handle the size of a grain of rice, covering all directions, whether it is a heavenly stem corpse or a corrosive ball of light, it is difficult to enter an inch under the cover of the sound sword~~

The sound of the sword is whistling, the sound of the sword is Xiaoxiao, and the strength of the little show is revealed!

"yes, hum, come again!"

Angered by the light wind that smelled too clear, Hua Santu finally began to get serious.

Knowing the way of the devil, killing Xuanguang!

"Give me death~~"

With a loud shout, a circular pitch-black invaginal gap was formed in front of Hua Santu's body, and white thunderbolts flashed in the invagination, hooking up with each other and actually began to extend outward together, and everything they touched was absorbed into the gap one after another, even Wen Taiqing's sound sword was no exception!

Seeing this scene, Wen Taiqing was also dignified, and his left hand left Song Que for the first time, and the horizontal sword was straight up and stabbed down.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at this time, the original sun in the sky began to dim inexplicably~~