"No!"

Sadness and anger, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out, and Yin Hong rolled up her eyes and shot at Wen Chuanting's face.

A ray of golden light flashed, and the pillar of Yin Hong's blood wrapped in the fragments of the eyeballs was instantaneous, and the flames rose in the golden circulation, and the blood and eyeball fragments burned out in an instant.

The darkness that enveloped a radius of a hundred miles receded, ushering in the light of twilight, the storm stopped, the air hung upside down, bringing a faint sound of wind, a radius of a hundred miles, bare, no grass or trees, even the two of them were three feet deep in the ground.

The remnant soul roared angrily, coughing up blood again and again, and his eyes were hollow and two holes, how terrible it was to look.

"Who? Who the hell are you? Why is there such a powerful being?"

The hollow eyes looked at Wen Chuanting, and the voice was full of hysteria, "Tell me, who is it? Who are you? Why can't the power that the deity borrowed from the body withstand the finger of that person?" ”

Wen Chuanting woke up slowly, his face was still pale, but his distracted gaze regained his brilliance, as bright as the stars, and the moment he came back to his senses, he saw a terrifying and distorted face, a pair of black holes and holes were deliberately left behind as if they had been gouged out, and two blood lines flowed out of the eye holes, rolling down his cheeks.

The Spirit shuddered, and turned his head to dodge the wreck's wildly waving arm, in exchange for a burst of heart-piercing pain. Compared with the pain, Wen Chuanting was more willing to see the body of the remnant soul trembling because of fear, although it was standing, it seemed to have been extracted from the spine and spirit, giving people a feeling of limp and powerlessness.

If it is a woman, it is a kind of weakness that cannot help but be pitiful.

"It's a pity that the remnant soul is not a beauty, although he looks handsome, he only has two horns on the top of his head, and now he has lost a pair of eyes, which is terrifying, and I don't know if he can recast his eyes with his ability to devour everything and condense himself. ”

In addition to the pain all over his body, after asking Chuanting to think about the remnant soul, listening to the remnant soul's incoherent questioning, his eyes were out of focus, and his thoughts didn't know how many hundred and eight thousand miles he had flown up.

"Ah...... Nope!"

A sharp howl, a roar of rage, dragged Wen Chuan Tingsheng back from millions or tens of millions of miles away, and looked at the remnant soul suspiciously, not knowing what he was doing.

The remnant soul twitched madly, and his whole body shook back and forth as if it had been subjected to thousands of pruning shoots in an instant, and streams of blood gushed out from the holes, forming two small fountains, and the blood sprayed and fell on the red light mask that had not been collected in front of Wen Chuanting's face.

With an oversight, Siyu didn't dare to immerse herself in the deduction in this situation, Wen Chuanting was deeply injured, the meridians of the whole body were broken, and it was when there was no means of self-protection, if she let it go, maybe the remnant soul would go crazy, and one finger could poke Wen Chuanting to death.

Red foam flowed out of his mouth, and the remnant soul lay on its back on the ground, its head twitched from time to time, the green tendons on its forehead burst out, and the whole body was also convulsed intermittently, and all the skin that could be seen in the air appeared in fine lines.

"Cracked skin?!"

asked Chuanting to blink his eyes, and he didn't know why.

"Why did you start having convulsions so well, why did your skin crack?"

Wen Chuanting's eyes widened, looking at the remnant soul on the ground like a curious baby, paying attention to his every move, "Isn't it?

He couldn't help but start to speculate wildly, the palm that appeared in the sea of consciousness, it was the deity who sensed that his soul was threatened, so through the mysterious connection between the souls, through a trace of power, the vortex that was almost condensed into substance was shattered, and the powerful power reversed, integrating into the residual power of the deity, and shattering the eyes of the remnant soul.

This is already the limit, and the soul, as a god in the sea of consciousness, can clearly feel the amount of power transmitted by the deity, and can clearly touch the limit of that power.

It is precisely because of the material that Ask Chuanting will be surprised and the reaction of the remnant soul, obviously not to the extent of shattering the soul, but the remnant soul has signs of serious damage to the soul.

Not an inch of skin on the whole body is intact, the remnant soul is like a shattered porcelain doll being glued together, and the red blood is the super glue that adheres to the two adjacent pieces.

The convulsions bounced the entire body lying on its back, and each time, as if squeezing, a stream of blood foamed out of his mouth.

The pain began to numb, the excited nerves began to slump, and Wen Chuanting, who had watched for a long time, began to lose energy, and a pair of eyelids were so heavy that they almost coincided with the lower eyelids, and only a small slit could still accommodate the entry of light from the outside world.

When he was about to enter a coma, the weak remnant soul stared at a pair of black holes, his arms trembled and slowly supported his upper body, and a low voice like crying and laughing came out of his mouth.

"Huh...... Ahem......"

With this series of coughs, his voice was weak, as if he would lose his breath at the next sound.

Wen Chuanting was awakened, shaking his head hard, his eyes were still a little confused, and he was in the depths of his consciousness, but he gave an order, urging him to look at the source of the sound.

There was a lot of shadow in front of him, and Wen Chuanting widened his eyes and tried to make it, and his eyes became clearer, and the scene of the shadow was replaced by a vague red figure swaying from side to side. He shook his head again, and his consciousness was clearer again, and the figure sat on the ground with his upper body still slightly swinging.

There was still a little blur in front of him, his head was a little dull, he didn't react for a while, why was there a person in front of him who was almost paralyzed in front of him, he wanted to get closer so that he could see clearly, he didn't want to, heavy steps stepped out, empty, soft, but he didn't know that he hadn't stepped on the ground, the other foot had already struggled to step out, a shake, his body trembled, he swung in the air, and the intense pain hit, wave after wave of impact on the numb nerves.

The pain of drilling the heart hit the brain, the pain of pinprick deep into the bone marrow spread throughout the body, the sluggish head was shocked, the misty consciousness instantly woke up, the sweat brushed out of the forehead, the breeze blew, the whole body was cold, thousands of pores contracted, wrinkled small pimples, the skin was tight, and another wave of severe pain hit.

As soon as he was excited, he couldn't help but snort softly, the pain can numb people, and it can also revive people's sleeping nerves.

Where is someone swinging in front of him? The remnant soul is indeed sitting on the ground, staring at a pair of large empty eyes, its blood-stained body twitching slightly, and its slightly open mouth spurts blood foam with the twitches.

The breeze was gentle, rolling in blood, and the murmur of the remnant soul was almost demonic into Wen Chuanting's ears, "How can it be that it is dead? How can it be? The body is so powerful, who is the opponent of the cultivation of the Dao Venerable realm? How can it fall in a moment?"

"Dead?!He's just dead?"

"The real body hasn't stepped into this world yet, why did he die?!"

The remnant soul murmured, even if he was convulsing all over, it couldn't stop the hysteria beside him.

He didn't address anyone, he wasn't told anyone, he was just a person, just sitting on the ground like that, looking stunned, repeating inexplicable words over and over again.

"Dead? Who's dead?"

He was just puzzled, the pain passed temporarily, the stimulated nerves regained numbness, bursts of dizziness hit his mind, and his tired consciousness suffered waves of dizziness and wanted to fall asleep.

"No, I can't sleep, the crisis hasn't been resolved, and the remnants are still here!"

Realizing that this was not the time to fall asleep, he twisted his suspended body as hard as he could, his hanging arms clattering, and the muscles he pulled ached, striking the numb nerves again.

"There is still a glimmer of life when you are awake, and when you fall asleep in front of the remnant soul, there is not even a glimmer of life!"

"Even if it is not for survival, it is necessary to find out who he is grieving for, whose death makes him so depressed and afraid!"

Wen Chuanting tried his best to tease the numb nerves, and tried every means to provoke a somewhat drowsy consciousness.

"Tell me, did he destroy the body?

Maybe it was the sound of Wen Chuanting's struggle that alerted the remnants of the soul immersed in his sad world, and looked at Wen Chuanting with empty eyes.

"What?"

Wen Chuanting, who was struggling hard, was stunned for a moment, and the two questions were more powerful and neat than his use of pain to stimulate his nervous consciousness, his consciousness was instantly clear, and his thinking turned quickly.