"Bonus points and story cards?" Ottoria crouched down and laughed, "That's a good ransom fee......

"Woo woo...... he nodded desperately, smiling weirdly and flatteringly, and shook his watch forward: "...... alive"

The cold light on the watch shows his remaining points: 9,000 points, and a C-class story card.

"It's a pity......" Ottoria laughed as she looked at his smirked face, but shook her head.

The long sword suddenly fell, and the big head flew up, blood splattered on her face, and Jiao Long's face was still smiling at the end, but he didn't react.

"Such disgusting bonus points, I don't want them!"

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There is a fire that burns in the body.

This is the result of Jiao Long's attack in Bai Shuo's body, and after stating it, it is indeed like this.

In an instant, a large amount of water evaporated from Bai Shuo's body, and even his soul was eroded by the violent beast surname that was poured into his body, and he was burned into pieces almost instantly.

He tried to grow his mouth, but he could only make a hoarse and low sound, and his palms pounded on the ground again and again, and the cracks continued to spread.

The pain has not diminished in the slightest.

The painful sensation of being stuffed into the charcoal fire in his eye sockets spread through his nerves, causing him to constrict and tremble on the ground.

The violent flames were more like a living creature, a broken dragon soul with resentment and curses, and the last despair and anger condensed into an immortal negative spirit that spread in Bai Shuo's soul.

The wavelength of the soul that was originally fused together was disrupted, and Bai Shuo's soul fell into chaos, but Chen Jingmo endured the pain, adjusting his fluctuations again and again, and stubbornly maintained a state of unity with Bai Shuo.

She knew that if she gave up on him at this time, then no one would be able to save him.

constantly wanted to use the soul wavelength to affect Bai Shuo's corroded soul, but it had little effect, and even the curse in the dragon soul eroded towards her along the soul wavelength, making her feel the pain that Bai Shuo suffered.

It was the pain and curse of being imprisoned and burned in the flames for eternity, the last malicious crystallization of the twisted soul, absorbing the darkness in Jiao Long's heart and growing curse rooted in Bai Shuo's soul, making his soul twist in the direction of collapse.

I'm afraid that before the twist is complete, he will be completely reduced to ashes.

It seemed that the whole world was burning, but Bai Shuo's soul came to a standstill at some point, facing the flames that invaded the soul, Bai Shuo struggled, but felt a strange beating on his forehead.

Like a rune beating from the heart, the mark known as the stigma was awakened by the activation of the dragon's breath.

As if sensing something for a moment, Bai Shuo suddenly disconnected from Chen Jingmo, and a person was subjected to the erosion of dragon breath and curses, isolating Chen Jingmo again.

He had vaguely expected the next consequences, no matter what, even if he turned into ashes, he couldn't drag Chen Jingmo to hell.

The dragon fire that slowly swirled and burned in the socket of his right eye was about to explode.

The moment of contact, his reborn right eye was destroyed, and the technique buried in his body sealed the dragon fire in time in the already empty eye socket, not allowing it to spread as Jiao Long expected.

But it's not far off, and if you can't resist it, you can only be burned to ashes after exhaustion.

Like a demon, the fire of the dragon's breath is deeply rooted in the eye socket and cannot be extinguished......

"It seems that he is really dying...... Bai Shuo's soul let out an exclamation that only he could hear, and he worked hard to level the wavelength of his soul, changing with the rhythm of the runes beating on the forehead.

Trying to follow the seemingly simple, but with a certain regularity of beating, Bai Shuo forcibly endured the flames that the curse turned into to burn his soul, and gambled like a big gamble, throwing all his consciousness into the runes.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and if you can't eliminate the threat of dragon fire, then turn it into ashes completely!

At the moment when his consciousness was invested in the rune, Bai Shuo suddenly felt that he had hit the iron wall, or rather, the iron wall was crashing towards Bai Shuo.

Compared with Bai Shuo's soul, those mystical realms condensed in the runes were like iron walls, and the realms that were incomprehensible at all instantly poured into his brain, making him fall into a state of stupor under tremendous pressure.

It's like all the thoughts in my head have been crushed by the mysterious artistic conception that is rolling like a wheel, and I can't help but immerse myself in it.

At the moment when Bai Shuo threw his will into the rune, the rune above the frontal bone began to spread under the frontal bone.

Traces of golden web spread out from the frontal bone, slowly spreading and intertwining, even the magic circuit that had been formed in the eyes did not let go, invading it pervasively, and then transforming it in an unknown direction.

It didn't take long for a trace of dark golden network to appear on his skull, and the originally static pattern on his back suddenly trembled.

Now the Fudo Ming King, who was in a great rage, suddenly danced strangely, but the originally dim flames became clear little by little, burning on his back like flowing blood, and in the shroud of the flames, the illusory silhouette of the Fudo Ming King danced wildly.

Although it is only in the square inch, but between the hands and feet, it is like being in the boundless Buddha country, accompanied by the Sanskrit sound that no one can hear, the immovable Ming King's trampling on the simple rhythm, like a god who has appeared and descended from the clouds, the original faint breath slowly intensified.

The rune 'stigma' and the curse in the dragon's breath caused a strange change in the technique engraved on Bai Shuo's body, and under the auspices of the relic rune, the magic book "Buddha Says Lishi Moving Mountains", which was inherited from the root of Zen Buddhism, showed a power that no one had expected.

From the depths of the runes in the forehead, the purest and most profound Zen thoughts and artistic conceptions slowly seeped out, like a piece of golden light, permeating in Bai Shuo's soul, and the soul stained with pale gold unconsciously echoed with the pulse of the runes, allowing the power in the runes to slowly dominate the body.

It may not be correct to say that it is power, but if it is described in words, it is a kind of artistic conception.

The last artistic conception left by the Buddha of Nirvana in the finger bones, the realm that human beings can experience to the fullest, is also an important cornerstone of the path of the gods.

After finding the power of the lineage, the relics slowly embedded in the deepest part of the frontal bone, and merged with the entire network of techniques of the Buddha Saying Lux Moving Mountains, and the fine lines spread and connected between each of the scriptures on Bai Shuo's body.

Sensing the fire that was close at hand, the relics runes sticking out of the forehead bone eroded towards the beast dragon breath in the eye sockets.

The powerless will was pitifully fragile compared to the violent curse, but just this trace of realm and meditation made the dragon fire of the beast surnamed calm down as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

The realm and meditation turned into an invisible hand, with the supreme determination and compassion of subduing demons, smoothing out, dissolving, and crushing the violence contained in the dragon's breath, and finally only pure thoughts remained, without any darkness and negative emotions, and slowly turned into the angry immovable king.

In a single breath, the dragon soul curse in Bai Shuo's eye socket had all collapsed, and the demon subjugation mercy guided by Bai Shuo's fearless and progressive heart easily wiped out those negative curses completely.

All that was left was in the eye sockets, burning quietly, like a glass-colored fire.