Either way, this little prince of the previous dynasty can't stay in the Valley of No Return!

"Isn't it forty-nine lashes? Right now...... There are only seventeen whips, and there are thirty-two whips...... "Li Lu supported the ground with one hand and covered the dantian with the other, supporting his luck.

But right now, the breath in his body has long been dissipated by the Soul Breaker Whip, and the luck breath is just a drop in the bucket.

Each whip of the Soul Breaker Whip carries the power of decay and erosion, penetrating deep into the divine consciousness.

That kind of pain can be called life is worse than death.

Seventeen lashes in a row, as long as he was a little less determined, he would have already lost his soul.

And his back is even more in a mess.

The flesh was blurred, the wounds were in the bones, and the blood flowed out in a steady stream, first blackening his clothes, then splashing onto the ground, staining the bricks under his feet red.

Drop by drop, it condensed into a crimson under his feet, which was shocking.

Wen Bin has always been iron-faced and selfless, but at this time, he was also moved by compassion.

"Li Lu, let's stop here, our Wen family's Soul Breaking Whip has been passed down for hundreds of years, but those who have received forty-nine whips of the Soul Breaking Whip will not survive for a lifetime."

The ancestors of the Wen family said that those who are immortal after receiving forty-nine lashes of the soul break whip can make a request to the head of the Wen family, and the Wen family cannot refuse.

However, there is no precedent for the Wen family to be passed down from generation to generation.

Wen Yuan looked at the child who was almost collapsed but still stubbornly refused to fall, his eyes narrowed, and said, "As long as you give up now, I can heal you immediately......

"Not necessarily!"

Li Lu covered his chest and forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood, and trembled.

"Obviously, as long as I don't die after three days of Bigu, I will receive forty-nine lashes to break my soul, Wen Xinzhai will open the door and no longer prevent me from communicating with Xin Shao. Why, Elder Wen, want to break his trust with a child? ”

Wen Yuan was furious, and "banged" to crush the tea bowl: "Obsessed!" ”

Li Lu's red lips were like blood, and he smiled when he heard it: "It's annoying that the eldest prince of Wen will do it!" ”

"Li Lu, forty-nine lashes, you will die!" Wen Bin's hand holding the whip trembled faintly.

Three days ago, his father was afraid of Li Lu's bloodline, fearing that he would be destroyed in the future, and decided to expel him from the Valley of No Return.

Elder Keyao defended this newly accepted disciple, claiming that whoever dared to drive out his apprentice would be against the entire Baicao Pavilion.

Just when the two old men were at a stalemate, Li Lu offered to enter the Shensi Hall to receive the whipping of the soul, just so that he could step into the door of Wenxinzhai openly.

He still remembered how complicated Elder Yao's expression was when he left, and the expressions of the people in Wen Kill were also indescribable, even he couldn't believe it.

A five-year-old child has the courage to accept the punishment of the Soul Breaker Whip!

Not even a peerless exercise, nor a picture of the power of the writer!

Thinking of the scene when he first met Li Lu and Shao in the capital two years ago, Wen Bin really couldn't bear to start.

In the quiet air, Li Lu's slightly trembling voice sounded.

"Master Wen, after beating these forty-nine lashes, the grievances that I couldn't save two years ago will be written off." Li Lu swallowed a mouthful of blood, and the corners of his lips were crimson, like blood-colored mandala flowers, bewitching and cold.

Wen Bin's whole person froze, and cultivators were most afraid of seeing death and not saving him.

Although he has unspeakable secrets, two years ago, because he saw death and could not be saved, it was a fact that the blood of the courtiers of the previous dynasty was splashed on the blue steps.

This has always been a thorn in his heart.

He looked down at the extremely weak child in front of him, and his gaze deepened: "Even if you go down with forty-nine lashes, you may be gone, and you won't regret it?" ”