Liu Shengyan only felt as if his internal organs had been pierced by something, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of dark blood.

In the eyes of others, the runes on Ling Shang's wrist may just be a bunch of extremely ugly ghost drawing runes.

Even Yanagi didn't know what it meant.

……

Liu Shengyan just didn't understand how Ling Shang had survived until now.

He stepped forward slowly, and after seeing Ling Shang's appearance, he was stunned for a moment.

Although Liu Shengyan's surname is Liu Sheng, he is actually an orphan from the Central Plains who was taken in by the Liu Sheng family, and he has no blood relationship with the Liu Sheng family.

He went to Fuso when he was a child.

In that land where there is no sense of belonging, every person in the Central Plains has an impression.

Liu Shengyi's cold face showed a rare look of sadness.

Ignoring the internal injuries that he had just been devoured by the runes, he reached out to probe Ling Shang's pulse, and then frowned unwillingly.

"Benefactor ......"

Tianqiu sniffed, blinked his red eyes, and looked at Liu Shengyan suspiciously, "Do you know Master?" ”

Liu Shengyan nodded slightly, "My life was saved by my benefactor." My Yuxue swordsmanship, the first nine styles were also taught by my benefactor. ”

Heavenly Hatred snorted, and Ling Shang's gaze was more merciful.

"Master has created many iniquities, but he has also done many good deeds......

Liu Sheng was tired of hearing this, and couldn't help but sneer, "It's not a good thing to save me. ”

Tianqiu didn't say anything more, just unconsciously grabbed the snow and wiped it on the snow fox.

After a while, the snow fox shook off the snow shatters on his body, and his hair returned to white.

It jumped lightly onto Ling Shang and deftly ripped open his collar.

Liu Shengyan only glanced at Ling Shang's neckline, and was so devoured by those weird runes that he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and hurriedly retreated a few steps.

Seeing this, Tianqiu scratched his head blankly.

He seemed to have seen Uncle Xiao's nosebleed on Master's neckline in the crack of the door.

But what happened to this former enemy, when he saw his beautiful master, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood?

The little monk couldn't help but think, it seems that it is still beneficial to cultivate Buddhism by himself—at least he will not have a bloody disaster as soon as he sees any beautiful scenery......

Snow Fox pulled away Ling Shang's shirt little by little, and Tianqiu quickly put away his meaningless thoughts.

Ling Shang's fair skin was crawling with pitch-black totems.

Hideous and terrifying strange drawings, as if they only exist in the Infernal Hell.

And in his heart, there was a black and purple wound.

Near the wound, a black lotus with the power of destroying the world could be faintly seen.

The layers of lotus petals seem to be carved with sacred and solemn Buddhist scriptures.

I don't know why, Tianqiu also felt a painful dizziness when he saw this wound.

He even had the illusion that he wasn't seeing a wound.

Rather, it is a pool of abysses of human sin and misery.

In the center of the abyss was a whirlpool of madness, mercilessly devouring his vitality and eroding his mind.

The snow fox suddenly jumped back into the embrace of Tianqiu, and a fierce green glow appeared in his eyes, and he screamed sharply.

Only then did Tianqiu come back to his senses, only to feel that his whole body was out of strength, and his face was also pale.

Why Ling Shang became like this, he was clear.

But he can live for so long, even the heavenly feud is incredible.

Now that he was killed by that knife, the heavenly enemy is even more unbelievable.

More than twenty years of inhuman torture only made Ling Shang more tenacious.

Countless times of danger of dying and dying, but he couldn't defeat him.

What is the basis for a dagger?

Tian Qiu wiped the corners of his eyes, closed Ling Shang's shirt with a trembling hand, and came to Ye Mushen's side with the snow fox in his arms.