He was in a golden pupil space, surrounded by dazzling gold, and his eyes were stinging when he couldn't see his five fingers. Panic. He felt like a lamb to the slaughter, in someone else's realm, and he could only surrender.

"Poof"

A sword of blood and ice pierced his chest from behind.

Thirty-one Wei's eyes widened in disbelief and lowered his head, he didn't understand why his Blood Ice Sword would attack him. The pain is so real.

The Sword of Blood and Ice drew out and stabbed it in again.

Pull it out again, poke it in again.

Pulled it out again, and poked it in again.

And so on and so forth.

……

Thirty-one Wei didn't know how many times he was stabbed, not 10,000, but 8,000. His body was full of holes pierced by the sword of blood and ice, and blood was gurgling down, as if it couldn't be drained at all.

The pain is so real.

But why, is he not dead?

Normal people should have died a long time ago after being stabbed with so many swords? Why did he suffer this sin, why didn't he die? Why did he torture him like this?

Thirty-One Wei's heart collapsed.

He threw up his head in despair and wept aloud, tears and snot pouring out and wailing helplessly. He shook his head, he shouted, "Let me die", "Please, give me a death!" "Leave me alone, give me a good time!" "Let me be free! Let me die! ”

A beautiful face of the city, like a god, appeared in the sky of the golden curtain.

She is the absolute master of this space, the absolute god!

"You want to die?"

"Yes, woo-woo-"

"Hehehe."

The laughter of the gods was like a curse.

All of this is the spiritual world of Thirty-One Guards.

To outsiders, Thirty-One Wei was just kneeling on the ground, his face pale, crying and wailing helplessly, shouting "let me die" and "kill me".

Twenty-nine Wei was injured and escaped from Qin Xian's extreme fire rain, and just wanted to help encircle and suppress Ye Luo, he saw his two junior brothers, one lying on the ground and dying, and the other kneeling on the ground crying, the situation was weird, which made his spine chill.

"Thirty-one junior brother!"

Twenty-nine Wei rushed forward, grabbed the thirty-one Wei's shoulders, and shook vigorously, "Wake up!" What happened to you? Wake up! ”

However, it didn't work.

Thirty-one Wei was completely immersed in Ye Luo's pupil power space, unable to extricate himself, from his soul to his body, he collapsed.

"Thirty-one junior brother!"

Twenty-nine guards were still calling, but the person in his arms was just crying.

Twenty-nine guards shouted for ten minutes and gave up.

He raised his head and stared at Ye Luo with an extremely angry gaze: "What did you do?"

Ye Luo tilted his head slightly, clasped his hands to his chest, and said in a brisk tone: "Yes."

The twenty-nine guards' faces were extremely terrifying, almost gritting their teeth, although they were bloody guards, although they were murderous, but the relationship between the brothers and sisters was very good.

"Do you know how to do pupil arts?"

Twenty-nine guards are stronger than thirty-one guards, and they are more knowledgeable, "like ghost eyes." ”

Ye Luo's heart "chuckled" for a moment, and he was alert: "What does the ghost-eyed madman have to do with your Shadow Building?"

Twenty-Nine Wei realized that he had lost his words under his rage, and immediately activated the Blood Spirit Technique, making the Blood Spirit Forbidden Technique, intending to fight Ye Luo to the death: "Blood Infant Troll!"

A low voice.

The thirty-two guards who had died, their bodies turned into pools of plasma.