Chapter 601: The End of the Strong Crossbow

"That's it, that's the end of the old days. King Jingfeng stretched his muscles and threw the wine gourd to Liu Beishui. At the same time, he took off the two pieces of purple beast taming heraldic pieces from his waist, handed them to Liu Beishui, and said, "Go to the palace." ”

Liu Beishui knew what would happen next, so he took the two items without hesitation, carried Xiaobai on his back, and quickly flew towards the Wind Dragon Palace.

Bang!

The door of the Wind Dragon Hall suddenly opened, and Liu Beishui stood in front of the door of the hall, turning his head and glancing at King Jingfeng.

"Let him concentrate on the challenge, it's safe inside. King Jingfeng said.

"Hmph!" Bai Ze snorted coldly: "A drunkard, where did you have the guts to say such a thing? Without the Zisha King, you would be a waste!"

"Don't mention the name. Jing Feng said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you a waste?"

Liu Beishui entered the hall, and the door of the hall slammed shut.

In an instant, a pair of dark cyan wings spread out from behind the Jingfeng King. A layer of silver-black strong wind turned into a mysterious and powerful wind flow layer, instantly enveloping the huge Wind Dragon Ancient Palace, forming a huge wind spirit giant ball, and the wind layer at the edge rotated rapidly. King Jingfeng stared coldly at the two former guardians and said, "Before destroying the miè, a happy fight is also a perfect ending. ”

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Inside the temple, it was extremely bloody.

The two heraldic fragments held tightly in Liu Bei's hands suddenly formed a layer of guardian spirit shields, guarding him and Xiaobai. Even if he wasn't a challenger, he would be in pain if he came in and was touched by a source of eternal injury. The dark red blood light filled the hall, and the hideous blood-colored ghost shadows wandered quietly. Ahead, the blood in the huge abyss had already overflowed, gathering half a foot deep on the ground.

The surrounding walls, the roof, and the five huge sculptures were all covered in blood and scarlet. Drops of blood fell down from above like rain.

Ye Qingcheng was sitting on a thunder spirit throne, and the blood had already spilled over his ankles. On his arms, legs, and body, there were strange blood snakes entwined around him.

"Big brother. Liu Beishui called tentatively, but Ye Qingcheng did not respond to him.

He walked up to him cautiously, and when he saw Ye Qingcheng's face, his heart throbbed suddenly.

Ye Qingcheng's eyes widened, his sitting posture was straight, and his body was stiff. His mouth was wide open, and faint hoarse sounds came from his throat.

Before, it wasn't that Liu Beishui couldn't hear Ye Qingcheng's screams, but that Ye Qingcheng was already in a state of exhaustion and couldn't shout. His eyes were hollow and lifeless, like a prisoner who had been tortured to death.

"Why suffer these crimes!" Liu Beishui burst into tears. He recalled the previous time when he was tortured by Kerr, when he was also in pain to the point of despair, and he had such thoughts.

Why do we have to suffer these sins? Is it better to live like this than to die?

At that time, he didn't give up because he had Wei Chiyan by his side. Now, Ye Qingcheng has also suffered from this kind of torture, what can support him to survive?

Suddenly, a hideous silver figure condensed in the air. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul appeared.

Holding two scythes, it silently walked up to Ye Qingcheng, staring at the Guben Dragon Pill hanging around his neck, it exuded a soft light, and it was its existence that could imprison Ye Qingcheng's soul in his body all the time.

"Do you want to help him?" said the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul in a sold-fashioned voice.

"How can I help!" Liu Beishui immediately asked.

The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul stretched out its scythe and slowly approached Ye Qingcheng's head. A trace of gray soul smoke leisurely emanated from Ye Qingcheng's cheeks and swirled around the tip of the sickle.

"Are you sucking the soul of your eldest brother?!" Liu Beishui said in horror.

However, the Guben Dragon Pill on Ye Qingcheng's neck suddenly burst out with a layer of dazzling white light at this time, and the soul smoke on his body stubbornly retreated.

"Help him take this dragon pill off. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said, "The pain is beyond the limit of what he can bear. ”

"Don't think!" Liu Beishui stared at Ye Qingcheng's empty eyes and said stubbornly.

"Through the second act world, he was almost exhausted. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said: "In the third act world, he is completely overdrawing his perseverance. Now, in the world of Act IV, he has no power to fight back. If he continues to be tortured like this, he will not be able to escape after all, so it is better to let him free himself as soon as possible and bear less pain. ”

Liu Beishui stared at Ye Qingcheng's expression, this was the first time he had seen Ye Qingcheng so miserable.

"Give him a hand. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul urged, "He will be grateful to you." ”

Liu Beishui slowly stretched out his hand to the guardian spirit layer, and his fingers touched the blood snake on Ye Qingcheng's arm, and a little blood water touched his hand, as fast as it was hidden in his body. Suddenly, a heart-piercing pain surged through his body like lightning, and he immediately gritted his teeth in pain, but he still snorted.

Then, sweat kept oozing from his forehead, and he stared at Ye Qingcheng's expression, as well as the blood stains on his body, and struggled hard in his heart.

"In the world of the fourth act, the strength of every ash beast is about the same as him, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up. The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul walked to Liu Beishui's side and said gloomily, "What kind of battle is he?"

Suddenly, a blood-colored ghost turned into a blood snake, and it flew quickly, burrowing into Ye Qingcheng's chest, and then madly burrowing into his body.

On Ye Qingcheng's stiff body, his body trembled again, and his eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were torn. A cracking sound came from his throat, his fists clenched, and his feet stomped violently on the ground.

"See, no. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said, "Take off this bead." There is a limit to life, and beyond that limit is death. Make a decision for him!"

Liu Beishui's mind was in chaos, and his thinking was gradually bewitched by the wind dragon. With tears in his eyes, he looked at Ye Qingcheng's trembling body, and slowly stretched out his hand to Ye Qingcheng's chest.

However, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist tightly.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't speak, his eyes widened in pain, but he shook his head stiffly.

"Bastard!!" the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul roared angrily, and its figure turned into a silver ray, instantly shooting into the abyss of blood water in the distance, and disappearing into it. 、

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Under the vast starry sky, a thousand miles of land is suspended.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and patches of snowflake-like ash were floating in the sky. Mountains, rivers, grasslands, and swamps were all turned to ashes, and twisted gray smoke rose to the ground.

Dozens of tall buildings, white bone beasts with black smoke flying all over their bodies, and flames hidden in their bodies, formed a circle, surrounding a small figure in the middle.

This is the fourth act of the Ash World, and these are all sixth-order ash beasts!

Ye Qingcheng lay miserably among them, like an exhausted rabbit, surrounded by a group of fierce tigers. By this time, he had recovered to his twenties, possessing spiritual power and all his powers. However, he could not get up.

On the ground, all the ash beasts around them disappeared under an invisible control. A silver figure holding a double sickle walked over.

The Wind Dragon Ancestral Soul stretched out a short scythe, hooked Ye Qingcheng's robe on the chest, and lifted him up.

"Aren't you waiting for me in the Fifth World?" Ye Qingcheng asked hoarsely.

"Benzu can't wait. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said angrily: "If you don't give the soul out, the Ancestor will let its soul fly away!"

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