A sentence left behind made Meng Xiaopao breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

The mind took out the raw muscle and blood activating spirit and was about to make it into medicinal mud, but as soon as he turned around, his right hand was suddenly grabbed by him.

I was puzzled, and I turned around and looked back.

What caught my eye was a face with a strong evil aura.

He laughed again, and laughed wickedly.

His smile made people feel a little inexplicable, and before he had time to understand it carefully, he saw that a sharp blade had been condensed in his other hand.

The white aura blade in his hand was unexpectedly glowing with layers of cold light.

A bad feeling came out of his heart, and he subconsciously pulled his hand to break free, but his hand was not yet detached, and there was a cold slag sentence along with his chopping action:

"In that case, leave this hand behind."

It's all in the lightning.

Before he could finish his words, the blade had already slashed his wrist.

Blood......

Hand......

The cold blade cut off his wrist like a sausage.

There was no pain, no heartache, just a red glow that my eyes saw.

Blood splattered, along with the scarlet of his broken wrist and the scarlet blood streaks on his skin.

He clutched the severed hand he had severed, his eyes glowing red like madness.

In addition to his eyes, his skin was also covered with blood lines, which were not the dark red lines of the soul attack, which were red and dazzling lines.

At this time, the pain of the wound was transmitted to Zhihai, and the right hand was gone, and there was a sense of lack in addition to the pain.

Just now, I was happy that he let me stay, but now I suddenly understood.

When he said stay, he didn't keep himself, but his hand, or the bracelet on his wrist, to be exact.

The blood was still flowing, but I didn't think of stopping the bleeding in my heart.

The bracelet was removed, the shackles were loosened, and the things that were feared were gone.

Without the bracelet, the evil god and the other machine spirit in the bracelet will have nothing to do with him.

Liberated by himself.

Relaxation in the mind makes the whole body relaxed.

His eyes stared at the enchanted loneliness, whether he should say goodbye to him or just walk away quietly.

The head seems to be a little dizzy, perhaps because of the excessive blood loss.

Running the spiritual power to seal the broken wrist that was still bleeding, there was no more troublesome things, although the price was not something he was willing to pay, but this has become a fact.

endured the dizziness of his brain, and opened his mouth to say goodbye to him:

"Since you want to keep the bracelet, leave it.

With the bracelet you don't need to use me anymore, don't leave it at that, and it will be indefinite. ”

After saying that, he still didn't see much improvement, but these should be none of his business.

He is related to the evil god, and if he is really on the verge of death, the evil god will definitely find a way to help him.

The Heart Eater Bracelet is in his hand now, and the most unfortunate Heart Eater Spirit will come out to help him.

The dizziness in the soul is even stronger, and if you don't go, you won't be able to leave.

Turning and walking, he staggered away.

Meng Xiaopao appeared and left, however......

Behind her gradually moving away, Lonely Forget's eyes began to cry faintly.

Not only that, but even the blood streaks on his body began to secrete blood.

The most terrifying thing is the bracelet on his hand.

The complex patterns all over the Heart Eater Bracelet gradually detached from the surface of the bracelet.

The lines are like ancient Sanskrit, and they are jerky and difficult to understand.

The intricacies of Sanskrit continued to expand, and they resembled small flying insects that fell off the bracelet and clinged directly to the skin of the lonely dust.

To be precise, they are clinging to those blood lines, and not only that, but they are also enjoying the blood that flows from them.

All this is not visible.

By this time she had stumbled out of the study, and in a flash, she was moving towards the exit of the palace.

In the study.

Lonely Wangchen's standing posture finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.

The white clothes had already turned into bloody clothes like fishing nets, and all the Sanskrit words on the heart-devouring bracelet had fallen off, and the purple-gold bracelet had turned into a jade-like white bracelet.

The study was silent, the air was mixed with the smell of blood, and the blood of Lonely Dust was almost sucked dry little by little.

His eyes were still blood-red, and with the passage of blood, it seemed that a creature was being conceived in his veins.

This creature needs his blood to break through some kind of shackle.

The clinging Sanskrit texts squirmed slowly as they slurped, as if they were sketching something.

Whether it's the backbone, or the blood vessels, or the tendons.

It is too slow to discern their purpose, and their intentions can only be discerned if they are fully formed.

Purple Pavilion, although it is just a courtyard where Lonely Dust lives alone, the area is not small.

Meng Xiaopao's travel speed at this time was even more grinding than that of the old lady.

At this time, her soul was not only dizzy, but more throbbing.

It was the contract pattern between the Hearteater and the soul, and they trembled like a dying caterpillar writhing with all its might.

Every writhing will tear a little splash, and the soul will suffer with it.

They are not convulsions or two, they are collective spasms.

Meng Xiaoxiao held his head with one hand, and the other hand was gone, and wanting to hold his head with both hands became a luxury.

I rubbed hard, but the scalp and the soul were not in the same place at all, and the scalp was about to be worn out, but the pain in the soul could not be relieved in the slightest.

His feet finally stopped, he didn't have the strength to go, and the soul in his skull felt like he was going to die.

The pain of a broken wrist is no more than the slightest pain of the soul, and the two are not the same level of pain at all.

Clenched his teeth, he struggled to suffer from the torture in his soul, his mind condensed from the pain, and there was still a final straw there.

Give it a go, no matter whether the outcome is dead or alive, there is only one chance.

Thoughts turned into sharp arrows, all the way to the purple sea.

Purple sea, purple calm.

The waters of destruction, the silence of destruction.

The invisible arrow is not hindered by imagination.

Galloping all the way in, just like the last time the soul entered, I didn't feel the slightest difference.

There is no time to experience this, and the pain of the soul torments the fragile mind all the time.

Following the chains, the trapped hedgehog in the center of the purple sea gradually imprinted into the senses.

Closer, closer......

Clear perception relayed all his message, and he was awake.

A long hair fluttered casually in the purple sea, and his eyes looked at each other indifferently on his peerless face.

Mind is just an invisible, obsession-like thing, but his vision makes people feel that he can see it.

Sensing his eyes without a trace of warmth, his mind was ready to condense and beg him for help, but before the words could be condensed, he was the first to hear his cold scolding:

"The Burning Sky Heart Flame I gave you, did you have long hair?

was controlled by a small machine spirit, and a hand was cut off, and you didn't know how to resist when you were injured like this?

You're so mad at me.

Can't you use it to protect yourself with the skills you have?

Don't you even know how to take care of your body at the very least?

Do you want me to teach you?

Say, "Do you want me to teach?" ”

The voice became more angry than the other, and the other was more painful.