Although the Ecstasy Pill can confuse the mind, it will not attack immediately, but needs to penetrate slowly.

With a sneer on his face, Zhao Changhai walked towards Song Siyuan step by step, and said, "Don't struggle, even if the Ecstasy Pill has some influence on me, but with your strength, you can't escape from the palm of my hand." ”

Song Siyuan leaned against the wall, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he felt a churn in his dantian, and he felt very difficult to condense his vitality.

Although Zhao Changhai's mind has been affected to a certain extent, his strength has not been greatly affected, and the effect of the Enchanted Heart Pill has not yet been fully displayed.

The fragrance of the Chongyuan Dan in the red gold furnace is getting stronger and stronger, and I am afraid that in another half an hour, it will completely become a Dan, so Zhao Changhai will not give Song Siyuan too much time.

"You don't want to leave any last words?"

Zhao Changhai came to Song Siyuan's side, squatted down, held Song Siyuan's collar with his right hand, and said, "Now give you a chance, say something, you are also the first sacrifice to die awake for so long." ”

Zhao Changhai was still very surprised by Song Siyuan's soberness, after all, he had seen Song Siyuan eat those Ecstasy Pills with his own eyes, so how could he not be affected?

Song Siyuan's eyes were full of anger, and he said, "You are a scumbag, you actually used a living person as a sacrifice, aren't you afraid of retribution?" ”

"Retribution?"

Zhao Changhai laughed wildly, and finally said: "There is such a thing as retribution, and only a waste like you will believe it." ”

Song Siyuan only hated that he was not strong enough to kill Zhao Changhai, so he could only let Zhao Changhai, a scum among cultivators, take away his essence and blood.

Seeing that Zhao Changhai's claws were about to grab him, Song Siyuan couldn't mobilize enough vitality for a while, and suddenly thought of the space bag that Lin Xiaoyi handed over to him, and there was still something that had not been used.

"Open!"

The space bag was opened by Song Siyuan, and at this time, Zhao Changhai had already begun to extract essence blood from Song Siyuan, and Song Siyuan only felt that the strength of his whole body was disappearing little by little, which was a sign that the essence and blood were out of his body.

Finally opened the space bag, Song Siyuan didn't have time to think about it, so he directly took out an object from it, and then injected the last bit of vitality into his body, only to hear the sound of the mechanism opening.

"Click!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Changhai let out a miserable scream, and the sound echoed throughout the secret room.

Zhao Changhai looked at the things in Song Siyuan's hand in horror, and then looked at his chest, a silver-white slender copper needle was exposed, but the word extinguishing was written on this copper needle.

"Soul Killing Needle!"

The mechanism in Song Siyuan's hand was the famous Soul Destroying Needle in the cultivation realm.

With this blow of the Soul Destroying Needle, Song Siyuan exhausted all the vitality in his body, and his face became even paler, but Zhao Changhai's ghostly cry made people sound even more chilling.

Song Siyuan leaned against the wall, his hands weakly holding the mechanism, but he couldn't stop laughing.

This laughter was full of joy and excitement of revenge, which was very different from Zhao Changhai's ghostly scream.

"Do you feel like your life is being lost, do you recognize this Soul Killing Needle?"

Song Siyuan knew that this Soul Destroying Needle was not strange, he had already inquired in the Hundred Grass Pavilion about various powerful magic weapons that could take the life of the Soul Gathering Realm with one blow, and this Soul Destroying Needle was one of them.

It's just that the Soul Killing Needle is a one-time magic weapon, but the price is very high, even in the Hundred Grass Pavilion, no one can get the Soul Killing Needle.

If it weren't for Zhao Changhai shouting out the Soul Killing Needle, Song Siyuan would not have known that the mechanism in his hand was the Soul Killing Needle.

Zhao Changhai wanted to kill Song Siyuan, but he couldn't do it at all, he had no strength in his whole body, his soul was even more torn, and his vitality was also shattered by the soul killing needle, and he couldn't condense the slightest.

The current Zhao Changhai is like a dying beast, no matter how much he struggles, he has never been able to save his life.

He wanted to spread the news, but the formation in this secret room needed vitality to be opened, and Zhao Changhai's vitality was given by the soul extermination needle, and it couldn't overflow at all, no matter how he howled, it couldn't be heard in the alchemy room next door.

It took a lot of effort for Song Siyuan to stand up from the ground, he walked in front of Zhao Changhai, and then used all his strength to punch Zhao Changhai's face, and suddenly, Zhao Changhai's face was bleeding.

Song Siyuan smiled and tears flowed down, and then cried: "I just wanted to earn a good way out, but you chose it as a sacrifice for the sacrificial furnace, and you ruined my dream of being a cultivator!" ”

"Bastard!"

Song Siyuan just wanted to be opportunistic back then, so he became Zhao Changhai's sacrifice, which made him never sleep a peaceful sleep in the past two years, because he didn't know when he might lose his life.

Zhao Changhai's face was covered with blood, and he struggled to get away from Song Siyuan, but he was dragged back by Song Siyuan.

Song Siyuan's crying became louder and louder, releasing all the grievances he had suffered over the years, and punching Zhao Changhai in the face one after another, even if he didn't use his vitality, he beat Zhao Changhai beyond recognition.

Zhao Changhai was lying on the cold stone slab with his breath dying, he never thought that he would die in Song Siyuan's hands.

"You, you ......"

Zhao Changhai's eyes were full of unwillingness, but in the end, he could only swallow his last breath.

Song Siyuan gasped heavily, even though Zhao Changhai was dead, he still didn't stop, punching Zhao Changhai's body one after another, knocking his chest down.

"You get up for me!"

Song Siyuan roared and hit Zhao Changhai's body fiercely, but Zhao Changhai was already dead, and he couldn't hear Song Siyuan's voice at all.

After a long time, Song Siyuan fell to the ground weakly, and Zhao Changhai was already a person who had been beaten to the point that even the people who were most familiar with Zhao Changhai could not recognize him.

Song Siyuan hugged his legs and cried in the secret room, in the past two years, since he entered the Baicao Pavilion, he was treated like a dead man by everyone, even if he had all kinds of pills, but he still couldn't get the approval of others.

Of course, that's right, who would care about a dead man.

Song Siyuan became a stuffed duck, just waiting to be fattened and slaughtered.

However, Song Siyuan was alone, how could he not be afraid, but when he witnessed the sacrifices that escaped, he knew that no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

No one in the entire Hundred Grass Pavilion was willing to help him, just because Zhao Changhai had a special status in the Hundred Grass Pavilion.

Song Siyuan looked at the firing device of the Soul Destroying Needle that he had discarded aside, and his heart suddenly warmed, that Lin Xiaoyi, who was from the same city as him, actually helped him get the Soul Killing Needle.

If it weren't for the Soul Exterminating Needle, Song Siyuan would not have been able to escape in Zhao Changhai's hands, let alone kill him.