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Ninety-nine eighty-one reincarnations of life and death.

It is said that the method of immortal rebellion is like walking naked through the eighteen layers of hell, and only those who stay in pain and survive to the end can be reborn.

The red lotus on the lake is half-opened, and the thick white gas is blown away by the wind, which is cool for a while, and hot for a while blows over.

The woman in the urn was unconscious, and several women were wiping the blood from her body and applying a translucent ointment.

The woman in red paced beside her, and her gaze was very deep when she landed on the woman in the big urn.

It's been half an hour.

If she doesn't have mental power fluctuations, it means a real failure.

The pacing foot suddenly stopped.

“…… Continue...... Continued......"

The sound is extremely small and indistinct.

Su Yaozhu's eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them, and her teeth trembled with pain every sound she made in her throat, but she found that her mental strength had become better, and she could clearly sense that Su Qiao'er was walking towards her.

Before her divine consciousness was injured, most of the time she relied on the practice of pharmacopoeia to use mental power instead of divine consciousness to explore the outside world.

Su Qiao'er's hand fell on her head, Rao was prepared, and the sudden sharp pain from her skull made her unable to help but have spasms all over her body.

The stiff fingers sank into the palm of the hand at once.

"The soul is strong and the body is strong, and the space is enlarged. Your calamity is also your opportunity, if you can really survive this time, the benefits will be beyond your imagination; If you can't make it, then just let me come...... You don't have to worry that she's going to hurt you. ”

Su Yaozu owed so much before sending her back.

Maybe it was half of the soul power she gained that strengthened her soul, and she suffered the whole time.

Soon, there was not a single intact bone left in her body.

She could feel her soul imprisoned in her body, and the pain came like a tidal wave, and it didn't take long for her to become numb.

Someone wiped the blood off her body and continued to apply the white and shiny ointment.

There was a slight sensation of heat running over the body.

Pizi insects, which eat the flesh of the body, like to eat the skin and flesh of the living body, and will secrete a special mucus when they swallow the leaves of the lower holy seedlings.

Countless small insects crawled out of the cage, black and shiny, the size of a thumb, and after a while, the large urn was filled with dense insects, completely covering the woman in the urn.

The glittering slime flowed half an urn.

The flesh is gnawed by thousands of small mouths, and it becomes their delicacy.

The ointment contained the juice of the holy seedling leaves, which had soaked into her flesh after half an hour.

Half a day later, all the insects in the urn exploded and died, some of them were soaked in mucus, and some of them were stuck to the body that exposed the mucus surface, and a foul smell permeated.

The women of the clan put on veils and quickly cleaned up, and cleaned up all the corpses of the picos, only a small number of stumps remained in the mucus.

A white skeleton was revealed.

Su Qiao'er watched after a few steps, and then left.

It took a few days to soak the slime, and the next few needed materials couldn't be readily available from Akabane-kun.

Ten thousand years of cold ice can only be found in the extremely cold place in the immortal cultivation world.

Pure to the extent of molten magma, only the volcano, one of the three dangerous places in the legendary Mier Realm, can be found.

Outside the Absolute Dust Palace, a long sword plunged straight into the ground, taking off the demonic energy of the past, revealing a powerful sword qi and a bright cold blade light. The man was in a majestic figure, standing tall, dressed in flowing black with long wings raised behind him.

The girl in red slowly approached, accompanied by the ringing of the bell.

She followed his gaze as several middle-aged men from the Downhill Clan pulled a cart past, and the huge ice cubes on the cart were white like a hill, and the lines inside were like snowflakes.

This should be the 10,000-year-old ice that has just been transported from the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

"You've lost weight." Su Qiaoer said.

I've gotten stronger.

Even the legendary Immortal Demon Sword Sacrifice Heaven can't get back to its original appearance.

"This sword...... Wouldn't you really have found the Pure Solstice Molten Slurry? ”

The meaning of the sword body is solemn, and at first glance, it has been re-exercised, and the only thing that can wash away its demonic energy is pure to molten pulp.

Nan Zhen retracted his gaze and picked up a bottle in his hand: "It's inside." ”

The bottle was given by Akabane-kun, and it was slippery to start.

Su Qiao'er took it and asked him, "Aren't you going to see her?" ”

"There's no need."

After speaking, he lifted the Heaven Sacrifice Sword on the ground and walked past her, his back depressed.

Nan Zhen was expelled from Sanssouci Valley, if it weren't for the recovery of the 10,000-year-old ice and pure molten slurry, Daddy Su would never allow him to come back, let alone stay for a long time.

Even if Daddy Su and the elders agreed to this only way that might be able to save Su Yaozhu, they would not allow Su Yaozhu to leave Sanssouci Valley.

Even if you die, you will die here.

The huge ice cube was put into another large urn, and Su Qiao'eryu, who was dressed in red, picked up the bottle of unknown material with her hand, opened the mouth of the bottle, and the spark splashed out and fell on the ice.

When the spark goes out, the ice turns into water, leaving a gravure on the ice, like a fingerprint.

The 10,000-year-old ice was abnormally hard and abnormal, if it weren't for Nan Zhen's Heaven Sacrifice Sword in his hand, he could only split it, and Su Qiao'er could only use a little pure molten slurry to melt it into small pieces.

Su Yaozhu, who had become a pile of white bones, no longer felt pain, but was just a little nauseous when soaked in mucus.

After three days of soaking in the mucus, Su Yaozhu already felt that his spirit had completely merged with the white bones, and he could turn his head and nod his head and raise his hands and feet.

"Now that you have control over your body, go in on your own."

Su Yaozhu's active posture was seen by Su Qiao'er, and she looked at her with a straight face, her eyes pointing to the big urn not far away.

The skull nodded, and the sockets of the eyes were as black as ink, and then a white skeleton with many holes jumped out of the mucus and hit the edge of the large urn, and the skeleton almost fell apart.

Su Qiaoer: "......"

How does she feel that Piggy is even more stupid after turning into a bone spirit?

The white bones were stained with mucus, and before they could be cleaned, it jumped straight into the large urn filled with ice water.

The momentary feeling of suffocation almost overwhelmed her.

The bone-chilling coldness froze her soul all at once.

She seemed to understand what it was like to be in heaven.

Her mind was frozen and confused, and everything in reality seemed to have left her.

I don't know where I am, I don't know who she is, I don't know who she is......

Such a feeling burned out almost all the vitality of the soul.

Many days later, Su Qiao'er approached the big urn tremblingly wrapped in thick clothes, opened the bottle in her hand, and threw it directly.

With a monstrous flame, her figure quickly retreated backwards and fell into the lake.

Su Qiaoer was both nervous and excited.

Neither the cold nor the hot water of the lake could affect her for half a point.

She doesn't know her situation, but if she can make it, he can come back one day.

But what Su Qiao'er didn't know was that when she released the pure molten slurry, she once again sent Su Yaozhu to see him she had been thinking about day and night. (To be continued.) )