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Before the seal began to take effect, there was actually a few breaths of time. Su Jinge frantically pushed the aura to run in these few breaths. The pain of torn muscles was hard for her to feel at this time. The speed at which the aura was pushed was several times faster than the previous times.

The moment the seal began to take effect, she did not retract or stubbornly continue as usual, but reversed the situation, and the backward aura turned slightly before returning to silence. Su Jinge became more and more frantically mobilizing the aura in the dantian, and this time she also pulled out the Taiyin Lihuo.

In the center of the pale black and transparent flame, the sleeping little baby girl holding the ice lotus suddenly woke up. Taiyin was separated from the fire, turned into wisps of light and shadow, whirlpooled beside her, and then flew out of the dantian in all directions, surging to the tendons and veins with a large stream of spiritual energy.

A little bit of golden light escaped from around the bewildering red lotus, and after two breaths, several golden rays of light flashed, as if an invisible cover was bursting out of cracks. Then countless tiny golden shards shattered and vanished in an instant.

The red lotus swayed vividly, as if washing away a layer of dust. The flame attached to it burned with a colorful streamer, which became more and more bewildering.

The blood and aura were surging and boiling rapidly, making her almost suffocate. The sound of flesh and bones cracking was heard clearly. A scorching red light poured out from between her cracked flesh, gradually overpowering the glow of the ores around her.

From the time she swallowed the pill to the time when the red light burst out, it took a dozen breaths before and after.

The moment she reversed her aura, the black-clothed monks around her thought that she was about to blow herself up, and they all began to instinctively retreat backwards. Kang Zhen snorted coldly, and flew back with contempt in his eyes. Only the man, the young man, stretched out his hand to stop it. As soon as a spiritual light flashed out of his fingertips, the cold that penetrated into the bones had already hit his body. The chill that pierced his soul made him shiver involuntarily. The next moment, he saw a thin bloody hole bloom on his outstretched palm.

The red light spread out, past the young cultivator, past the black-clothed monks who had scattered and evacuated, and extended infinitely in all directions.

In the midst of the indescribable pain, the young man saw his body turn into a canopy of blood mist. And the pain continues. This shocked him. His body turned into a blood mist, so is he dead? How can you feel pain even if you are dead?

He raised his hands in front of his eyes, and saw blisters growing on his palms and bare arms. When I looked down again, I realized that I was not in the first place.

The boy looked around in confusion.

Su Jinge's body was slowly floating into the air. A demonic red lotus with flames burning all over her body sprouted from her body, spinning and whirling. As the red lotus turned, the flames on it turned into countless threads, circling and flying in all directions.

A tent of blood-colored fog exploded in the banishing stream, and countless naked "people" appeared in the blood mist. Like him, blisters are growing on their bodies.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't stand or look around. The blisters on his body cracked one after another, and pus and blood dripped down. Crumbs of flesh fell from his body. Until his whole body turned into a mess of flesh and mud, but the pain was still extremely clear.

This is not something that can be done by humans. Could it be that he is really dead? Even if you die, why can't you see Sister Qingdai?

Memories of the past surfaced in front of him and the pain was intertwined, making the pain endured by the young man more and more intense.

The Exile Stream had never been so bright, though the light was crimson.

The wails under the red light reached the sky. The spectacle of purgatory is nothing more than that.

Black transparent flames came out of nowhere, turning the shattered and wailing bodies into wisps of gray smoke.

In the moment when his consciousness completely dissipated, all that flashed through the young man's heart was a sigh of relief—he was finally freed from the endless pain......

The aura and the Taiyin separation fire poured out of Su Jinge's body together, and the little yuan infant in the dantian hung down his head and neck in a sluggish manner. She knew it was a precursor to impending death.

After all, everyone dies. Pull up the entire exile stream with one death and pull Su Qingxue, her death is also worth dying. It's just that I don't know where she will go after she dies, and whether she will be able to meet the people she wants to meet.

In the confusion, Su Jinge's consciousness sank into darkness.

When the last trace of aura was about to leave her body, a little bit of ice color overflowed from her dantian, and the seven-colored glimmer of light instantly enveloped her whole person. The pure breath cleanses away the demonic spirit brought by the red lotus.

The ice-colored crystal lotus root dragged the sluggish and sleepy little Yuanying and slowly left Su Jinge's body. The seven-colored shimmer slowly climbed the branches of the red lotus along Su Jinge's body. The blood gushing out of her body stopped in mid-air, as if time had frozen.

After a moment, the blood scattered into drops of blood, reversed and intertwined with the seven-colored shimmer, spiraling up along the branches of the red lotus, and gradually submerged into the petals.

The flames attached to the red lotus slowly gathered up. The seven-colored glimmer was like a thin layer of mist, slowly enveloping the entire red lotus. When Su Jinge's blood was completely immersed in the lotus stamen, those glimmers of light gathered in an instant, and all of them merged into the lotus flower.

The blood-red lotus flower and the snow-clear lotus root are blended into one, exuding a soft and pure light. The pale red and transparent leaves swayed and stretched, gently supporting the sluggish little yuanying.

Those aura that looked like immortals and chaos shrank back into Su Jinge's body together with the entire lotus plant.

All the light brought by the vision gradually dissipated, and Su Jinge's body fell back to the ground.

The land of the banished stream was covered with a thick, sticky layer of blood mud, and the ore that emitted a purple-red light was also covered with a thick layer of plasma. There was a disgusting smell everywhere. All this makes the already dark stream of exile even more terrifying.

Exile the Central Plains without the sun, moon and stars, no wind and no life. When all the cultivators who lived in it turned into bloody mud, the silence turned into an eternity, as if even time no longer flowed.

I don't know how long later, a small monk in a half-worn monk's robe walked slowly from the boundary gate. His eyebrows were clear, and his complexion was fair, as if he was radiating a soft light. Obviously walking in a bloody mud, but it is unstained. The blood scattered on its own before he could settle on his feet.

His steps were obviously slow, but his speed was surprisingly fast.

The little monk finally stopped in front of Su Jinge, folded his palms and whispered a Buddha name. The voice pierced through everything, resounding between heaven and earth, echoing heavily.

When the banishment stream was filled with red lotus karma, thousands of miles away in the luminous sea area, on the big ship sailing silently, the woman in Xuanyi with phoenix eyes and eyebrows suddenly bent down and vomited a bright red. I felt a burst of pain in the dantian, stirring every nerve in her. However, the pain was far less than one-ten-thousandth of the pain in my heart at this moment.

"Holy Venerable?!"

Several blackfriars quickly stepped forward when they saw that she was in a different condition.

Su Qingxue didn't hear it, just stared blankly at the bloodstain on the deck. There were some pale pink crystal fragments scattered among the bloodstains, which were the remnants of the broken corpse of the contract spirit worm. This spirit worm was planted when he and Murong Chong formed a Taoist couple. There is only one possibility for the spirit worm to burst, and that is if the person holding the other spirit worm is already dead.

Relatives, close friends, and lovers left her one by one. Is this the punishment and warning of the gods to her?

There should be no birth, old age, sickness and death in this world, and the gods have no right to decide the fate of all beings. One day, she will kill the Nine Heavens to overthrow the rule of the gods and establish a truly free world. A new world without the teasing and manipulation of the gods, without illness and suffering, without life and death.

The gods can't help her, so they want to take away the people she cares about one by one.

Su Qingxue raised her head and neck. The sky is blue, the clouds are light and the wind is light. Everything seemed to mock her for her insignificance and powerlessness.

A bone-chilling pain poured out of his cavity and turned into a mournful roar that pierced through the sky.

Tears welled up in her eyelashes, and she was suppressed again. Su Qingxue's hands were clenched tightly, her nails pierced her palms, and the red blood beads dripped down one by one and landed on the deck.

She was never one to submit to fate. It was precisely because she didn't want to give in that she embarked on the road of destroying the heavens and killing the gods. Killing gods was not her way, but it was the goal she vowed to achieve.

She is not afraid of danger, and she is not afraid of suffering.