Mo Yunzi, who felt bad, his mana was running out of order, and he immediately became itchy and unbearable, and the pain couldn't stop jumping out.

Wang Lin's sentence of "interesting" completely shattered all the luck in Mo Yunzi's heart.

He knew clearly at the moment that he was about to be finished.

The pain in his body intensified, and he knew that it was useless to beg for mercy at this time, if he couldn't kill the other party, the only way waiting for him was death or eternal life and eternal enslavement.

Nothing else.

Even if his soul lamp is extinguished, as long as Chasing Fengzi does not go back to report the matter and identify the murderer, the elders of the Yuhua Gate will definitely not meddle in his affairs and take revenge on him.

At most, just read a few words of transcendent scriptures for him, and it can be regarded as the end of benevolence and righteousness.

Before the pain exceeded the limit of his tolerance and his body was uncontrollable, Mo Yunzi roughly stuffed most of his arms into the cloth bag and pulled out a strange red light.

Not far away, Chasing Fengzi, who was guarded by Lao Wu and Mo Yunqi, was shocked by this red light, and suddenly broke free from the pain.

He pulled at his hoarse and broken throat and shouted hoarsely into the distance: "Senior brother, no! ”

Then he muttered painfully to the fifth child, "We...... Feather Gate...... Can't die, can't ......"

Holding the red light, Mo Yunzi's pupils became blood-red under its reflection, and he could no longer hear any sound from the outside world.

If there is a choice, Mo Yunzi will definitely not use this sacrificial artifact lent by the sect.

But it's too late to say anything now, and now to beg others for mercy with the identity of Yuhuamen and the task that the two of them are shouldering on this trip will be of no use except for making the two of them die even worse.

When the sect distributed the task, they were specially asked to bring this ominous and fierce weapon, but they didn't expect it to be used at such a time.

As soon as Mo Yunzi grabbed the red light with his left hand, the flesh and blood of the entire palm disappeared.

Before the wrist, only Sensen's white bones remained, and the hand bones were exposed, without a trace of flesh and blood.

Then Mo Yunzi exhaled lightly, closed his left finger bones, turned around on the horse's back to face Wang Lin, raised his left arm flat, and made a posture of pulling the bow and wanting to shoot.

The straight red light fell on the white bone palm, and then it bent slightly, changing into a curve like a bow, but there were no strings and no arrows on it, and I didn't know how to launch it.

Wang Lin saw that he took out this strange magic weapon, no longer walked around idly, and lit up a phantom shadow of yin and yang gossip on his toes, flashed a hundred meters away, and came to Mo Yunzi.

Mo Yunzi had already forced himself to use the fastest speed in his life to urge the magic weapon, but in Wang Lin's eyes, he was still as slow as a snail.

Putting away the bladeless fish intestine sword, Wang Lin clenched his fist seriously and swung it towards Mo Yunzi with all his might.

Seeing that the other party was still resisting stubbornly, urging the magic weapon in a vain attempt to fight for his life, he no longer kept his hand, and only wanted to kill with one blow, so as not to let the other party use tricks.

Mo Yunzi turned around, raised his right hand slightly, and was just about to put it on the bow-shaped red light, when he met Wang Lin's heavy punch with his head and face.

Under a punch, Mo Yunzi's skull shattered, like a broken bag of sandbags, and flew out with a bang, spraying flesh and bone residue all the way, and he couldn't pull the bow anymore.

Mo Yunzi's qualifications are not high, and he has practiced the five-grade exercises in the Feather Gate for more than 20 years, but he only has the cultivation of the eleventh layer of qi, and he has only learned the talismans, and his physical body is extremely fragile.

In peacetime, when rushing and fighting the enemy, they all pasted rune paper all over their bodies, and used various runes to improve their strength and speed.

With such a he, how could he withstand Wang Lin's terrifying power of approaching the tenth layer of refining body and hundreds of thousands of catties with one arm?

Mo Yunzi's body smashed dozens of giant trees, completely lost his vitality, and his two eyes didn't know where they flew, and they could be regarded as dead.

The two of them had already run ten miles away by this time.

Under this punch, the surroundings instantly became extremely silent, Wang Lin stared at Mo Yunzi's shattered corpse for a few breaths, except for the three souls and seven spirits floating out of it, he didn't notice any movement.

According to common sense, when it comes to this part, the other party should indeed be dead.

But the monk never measured it by common sense.

Wang Lin was worried that the other party would fake his death, so he slowly approached the remnants of Mo Yunzi and threw out a sword aura of the six-vein divine sword.

When he was about to step forward to mend the knife, Mo Yunzi's corpse really changed.

The red light that was held in the left palm of the white bone, like a whale swallowing, sucked the blood stains of the broken flesh scattered into the forest, and absorbed all of them into the blood-red bow body.

Before Mo Yunzi died, he couldn't touch the red light's right hand, and at this moment, he turned into a white bone palm as he wished.

In addition to the bones, Mo Yunzi's entire corpse was devoured by the blood-red bow, and the flesh and blood condensed into a thin line, which was pulled out from the bowheads on both sides to form a bowstring.

Long before the bowstring was formed, Wang Lin used the six-vein divine sword several zhang long in the distance to slash and stab at the blood-red bow body.

But the red light was disembodied, except for the mana stored in it, only some remnants of flesh and blood were in it.

The six-vein divine sword, which has always been invincible, also took this red light as water, and Wang Lin did not have any effect on it as if he had slashed into the blood water.

Even the vajra mana that broke the evil and destroyed the demons did not react to this blood-red light bow.

- Is it possible to do this, can it still be the right way?

Although Wang Lin was puzzled in his heart, he saw that he really couldn't solve the bow, so he immediately made a decision, tore off the cloth bag sewn in Mo Yunzi's broken trail robe, immediately turned around and ran back to the entrance of the village, and retreated all the way to the side of Lao Wu and Mo Yunqi, ready to recite the golden light spell at any time to protect the two.

Chasing Fengzi, who was still trying to resolve the conflict and begging the two for mercy and apologizing, saw Wang Lin coming back, he suddenly stopped talking, stopped struggling, sobbed in a low voice like a mourner, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Just after Wang Lin turned around and returned to the entrance of the village to count his breath, a red light supported a skeleton and flew into the clouds, thinking about going away.

There was also a soul body condensed on the skeleton, shrouded in red light, barely maintaining its form, and not letting its soul fly away.

This Mo Yunzi's soul sat in the red light, flying from above, and when he saw Wang Lin and the others again, he didn't react, he had lost his mind, and now he was a dead lonely ghost, confused, demented.

Chasing Fengzi, who was still suffering in pain on the ground, saw the soul of his senior brother sitting in the red light, returning towards the master's gate, and suddenly thought:

"I might as well sacrifice my cultivation and my body to this bow! It's a big deal to be a soul slave in the door, losing your cultivation and body, it's better than losing your life, after becoming a ghost, at least there is a chance to cultivate in the door, and maybe you can become an immortal in the future as a ghost, it's better than dying here, going to the reincarnation of Yin Cao, and re-entering reincarnation! ”

As soon as he thought of this, he completely let go of what was left in his body, and he was still resisting the cultivation mana of life and death runes, and silently recited the mantra of the Taoist sacrifice.

Wang Lin's divine sense sensed that the vitality of this wind chaser was suddenly broken, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a river of flesh and blood sandwiching the three souls and seven spirits of the wind chaser, rushing up to the clouds with this white bone, and being sucked into it by the red light.

Lao Wu and Mo Yunqi, the master and apprentice, were dripping cow tears and crow tears, and they also saw that the souls of these two wicked people were brought back to the sect.

Lao Wu couldn't help but persuade:

"Xiaodao Chief, this is a big trouble, the other party's soul has fled back to the sect, this is to let the tiger return to the mountain, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future!"

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There will be a night also, I am now changing the code, forgive me hhhh