Ye Wanxiao followed them for a distance and stopped.

"Here we are." Jin Xuan looked mocking, "Yan Yang said, ...... you into the soul refining pool"

What was said later, Ye Wanxiao didn't listen to the sermon, but he was in a trance, he still remembered that when he first came to this world, he knew that his ending was not good, and in the end, he was going to be abolished Jindan and thrown into the soul refining pool, and he was afraid to die.

At that time, he was doing the tasks assigned by the system one by one, and even thought about secretly killing the protagonist, but later met Yan Yang, he felt sorry for this child, and he was reluctant to treat him badly, so he kept secretly taking care of him and didn't let him know.

In order to help Yan Yang build a foundation, Ye Wanxiao was punished by the system for the first time. I was afraid that Yan Yang would make a deal with the system, and I would bear half of it for him, but he was most afraid of pain. also helped Yan Yang seek medicine, cast a sword for him, blocked the wind for him, blinded himself, and even tore his soul to accompany him for ten years.

Ye Wanxiao realized that she had done so many things for Yan Yang, and her care for Yan Yang had long exceeded that of ordinary people, and it turned out that he had really liked him for a long time.

Looking at the pool in front of you, it is very ordinary, if you ignore its dark red and black color, ignore the angry and bloody smell inside, ignore the desperate and dead breath in the pool, this is the soul refining pool.

"I know" Ye Wanxiao's face was expressionless, and the people around him thought that he was not afraid, but only he knew that he was tired of it, he hated such an ending, and after doing so much, he still had to enter the soul refining pool. Even, it was the order of the person he loved the most.

"Ye Wanxiao, the ...... of the Soul Refining Pool" Before He Zhao finished, he saw Ye Wanxiao jump and fall into the Soul Refining Pool, and the person slowly sank, but he didn't make a sound at all.

When the people around saw it, they were all extremely shocked, how many people they had seen, because they had entered the soul refining pool, they wailed in pain, begging the demon soldiers to release them. You can't die if you want to die, it's more painful than death, and it's the pain of soul refining that you can't experience all the time. But Ye Wanxiao jumped in without hesitation, and even endured not making a sound.

He Zhao almost felt that they were in the wrong place, he squatted down and tried to touch the water of the soul refining pool with his hand, the pain of splitting his flesh and bones instantly hit his whole body along his fingers, He Zhao even had an illusion that his flesh and bones had been corroded and worn away alive.

In an instant, he immediately reached back his hand, did not stand firmly, and fell to the ground. The surrounding demon soldiers hurriedly came to help him.

He Zhao found that he was covered in cold sweat, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up, he hurriedly looked at the fingers that had just reached the pool, clean and intact, and what he felt just now was an illusion, but He Zhao knew that it was not an illusion.

He Zhao swallowed his saliva, stood up with the support of the demon soldiers, and left directly, he felt that he would not be able to stay here for a moment, he would go crazy.

He didn't see it when he left, Jin Xuan looked at the blood-red soul refining pool, and a weird and triumphant smile leaked from his face, "Ye Wanxiao, thank you for carrying the black cauldron for me, if you want to complain, blame yourself for your bad luck, but you were there when Chang'an's soul was scattered, hahaha." ”

As soon as Ye Wanxiao jumped into the soul refining pool, she felt an incomparably sharp pain, on her body and soul, the pain that seemed to be her soul being ground became more and more intense, as if living was a sin.

Ye Wanxiao couldn't help laughing, he didn't feel much pain. It's not even as good as when you're punished by the system, when you're suffering from eye disease, when you're skinning your soul, and when you're sacrificing your soul.

"It turns out that I'm already, so I'm not afraid of pain."

Looking at the red in front of him, Ye Wanxiao curled up with effort, he had no strength, and it took him a long time to do such a simple little action.

Feeling the pain of being refined, the pain of corrosion in her body, Ye Wanxiao actually began to laugh at herself.

With the passage of time, Ye Wanxiao's consciousness became more and more confused, he didn't know how long he had been in the soul refining pool like this, but he knew that his half-consciousness soul was becoming more and more unstable, as if it was about to disperse, he was about to lose it, he was about to die.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that someone grabbed him and took him out of the soul refining pool, and the pain instantly faded like a tide, and he couldn't help but moan.

Am I dead, it feels so comfortable to be dead, after thinking about it like this, Ye Wanxiao completely closed her eyes and let her consciousness fall into a deep sleep.

He Zhao looked at the person he pulled out, he was covered in blood red, and after wiping Ye Wanxiao's face, he found that his complexion was abnormally white, whiter than snow. He Zhao hurriedly probed Ye Wanxiao's snort and found that there was no more air.

In a panic, he released his divine sense to check Ye Wanxiao's condition, his soul was already about to disperse, if He Zhao came a little later, Ye Wanxiao would really be scattered in the soul refining pool.

"What's the matter, the soul refining pool is only infused with the pain of the soul and will not cause harm to the soul, why is his soul gone." He Zhao was anxious, and released his divine sense to check Ye Wanxiao's situation.

"Half-soul?" He Zhao was taken aback, "How is this a half-soul, his half-soul went there." ”

Right now, Ye Wanxiao's soul is about to disperse, He Zhao really can't help Ye Wanxiao gather her soul, besides, Ye Wanxiao is in the cultivation realm, he is just a demon cultivator. He Zhao was full of thoughts in an instant, and directly picked up Ye Wanxiao on the ground, carefully guarding Ye Wanxiao's soul with his divine sense, and flew towards Xuantian Sect with his sword.

Ye Wanxiao, hold on, don't die.

Yan Yang, brother can't stand you first, I really can't watch Ye Wanxiao die, if you really want to kill me because of this matter, I will admit it.

He Zhao tried his best to fly to Xuantian Sect, and forcibly reduced the time spent on the road by half, and when he arrived at Xuantian Sect, he almost collapsed.

He flew directly to Chaoyang Peak, let go of his divine sense and shouted, "Is there anyone, come out of someone, Ye Wanxiao is about to die, is there anyone to save it!"

Suddenly, the entire Chaoyang Peak people heard it, and the disciples who were close to stared at He Zhao directly, and He Zhao didn't care about them, just shouted vigorously, "I said Ye Wanxiao is going to die, hurry up and come out to help!"

Song Chenghong was originally in the meditation, but suddenly heard Ye Wanxiao's name and rushed out directly, and when he saw Ye Wanxiao, who was dying like a dead man in He Zhao's arms, his hands trembled, and he couldn't even speak.

"He, Wan Xiao...... He"

He Zhao saw a beautiful man who was dressed as a housekeeper, so he said to him, "I'm not dead, but my soul is about to be scattered, and I am not far from death." ”

Song Chenghong frowned directly when he heard the word death, and when he heard that Ye Wanxiao was about to be gone, he instantly guessed Ye Wanxiao's situation, and hurriedly took Ye Wanxiao from He Zhao's arms and entered the inner hall of Chaoyang Palace.

He Zhao was immediately relieved when he saw that someone had saved Ye Wanxiao, but after resting for a while, he realized that he didn't know who the person who had just come was.

"Don't even say thank you." He Zhao complained directly with a poisonous mouth, "Is this how you repay me, I almost ran to death on the road, so I was left here?!"

"This ......" suddenly heard someone talking to him, He Zhao turned his head directly and looked over, "What?" ”

The person who said this was Wen Fan, the chief disciple of Chaoyang Peak, and he was not annoyed that He Zhao's words were inappropriate, and he said

"This Venerable, thank you very much for sending our Uncle Ye back, my Master is too anxious about Uncle Ye's condition, and he is a little flustered, please don't be surprised."

Although He Zhao is not obtrusive and likes to take advantage of others, but he was treated so politely by Wen Fan, he instantly felt that he was very reckless and unseemly.

"Well, it's okay, it's okay, is anyone in a hurry, hehe." He Zhao smiled awkwardly.

Wen Fan didn't care about He Zhao's discomfort and said to him, "If Venerable is not too troublesome, you can go to the Chaoyang Hall to rest first, and then thank Mr. when my master takes care of Uncle Ye." ”

"Hehe, it's not necessary, I'm so embarrassed", although He Zhao said that he was embarrassed, his body was very honest, and he followed Wen Fan into the Chaoyang Palace.

He Zhao walked into the Chaoyang Palace, and somehow, remembering the beautiful man who had just come to take Ye Wanxiao away, he instantly felt a little itchy, that person was so good-looking, he was too appetizing to him.

Who is he?

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