This time the pain was so intense, more unbearable than any previous pain, that Yang Wei had the idea of suicide, and would rather die immediately than bear this pain again.

In the past, after the pain reached a certain level, Yang Wei would lose consciousness and enter self-protection, but this time he was suffering this pain in his sobriety, and he tried to find the source of the pain.

Yang Wei was shocked to find that there were cracks on his outer wall, the outer wall of his knowledge was actually the soul core, the soul core was extremely strong, and if he wanted to smash a soul core, it was not something ordinary people could do.

At least these hell races don't have this ability, and the only time they shatter the soul core is what Yang Wei did, and it's all because of Yang Wei's special surname. It was precisely because no one could break the soul core that no one suspected that Yang Wei had done it.

There is nothing wrong with the fact that strong fortresses are mostly breached from within. Yang Wei's soul core is now on the verge of collapse, and this is entirely Yang Wei's own fault.

Yang Wei mobilized his soul power with high intensity, causing an imbalance in the pressure difference between the inside and outside of the soul core, and he was hit the head by a hammer, coincidentally forming a joint force, which was the main reason why Yang Wei's soul core was on the verge of collapse.

So now, on top of Yang Wei's soul core, which was tougher than most soul clans, the cracks visible to the naked eye were as dense as spider webs, which made Yang Wei really feel the urge to die.

Now that he has lost all his martial arts, and if he loses the advantage of soul power, then he will really become a wasted person! If he loses the potential of this body, it is impossible for not only the soul clan, but also the Pan clan to raise such a waste as him unconditionally.

At this moment, a bright white light suddenly lit up from the core of his sea of knowledge, it was the white light that saved Yang Wei from being invaded by Qianyue Drunk a few days ago.

Bai Guang did not continue to maintain the intention of Yang Wei's soul core, but constructed another layer of defense on the outer layer of Yang Wei's soul core, enveloping Yang Wei's soul core and the soul power in the soul core.

The next moment, Yang Wei only felt a loud bang in his mind, the soul core turned into a little bit of the purest soul power and collapsed, and Yang Wei also lost consciousness at the moment when his soul core collapsed.

At this time, the uncle and nephew looked at each other in amazement, and the demon who was tied to the horse's back and changed color from all the masters in the world seemed to have suffered great pain, looked up to the sky and hissed, and then closed his eyes and fainted again.

While the two were stunned, they were overjoyed, and it seemed that the demon had been hit so hard that he fell unconscious. At this moment, they finally knew in their hearts, if it wasn't for this demon in such a state, how could he be caught by those second-rate robbers!

The young man in the green shirt showed a murderous aura in his eyes, and said, "Second uncle, my nephew feels that he must get rid of this demon when he is the weakest, otherwise it will not be easy for the gods to get rid of him when he recovers." ”

The blue-robed middle-aged man glanced approvingly at his nephew and nodded: "I'm very happy that you can not be tempted by the high reward, this is the style of my martial sect, good! Very good!"

The young man glanced at the second uncle embarrassedly, and said modestly: "My nephew is just afraid that he will miss the great opportunity to eliminate the devil, if you let this devil relieve this breath, the common people will be in trouble!"

The middle-aged man stopped talking, and pulled out a sword from behind him, and the sword was unsheathed, naturally exuding a cold air, and he handed the sword to the young man and said, "Use my Qiushui sword to cut off the head of the devil." ”

The young man looked at the blade of the sword like a flood of autumn water, and nodded excitedly, this sword has always been cared for by his second uncle as a treasure, although this sword is not as good as the treasure of the Zhenzong Cangwu Sword, but it is definitely a divine weapon.

He glanced at the second uncle gratefully, took the Qiushui sword, he knew that this was the second uncle's intention to fulfill himself and kill the poison demon, what a great reputation this was!

He transported his true qi to the sword body, and a green sword qi came out through the sword, and there were only a handful of people in the rivers and lakes who could use the sword qi skillfully at such an age. Seeing this, this middle-aged man not only nodded secretly, his nephew deserved to be a talent cultivated by the sect, and his potential should not be underestimated.

The sword light slashed towards Yang Wei's neck like a meteor in the sky, and the middle-aged man had no doubt that this sword would not only cut off the head of the poisonous demon, but also the dark horse under him would be cut in two by this powerful sword qi.

The black horse also seemed to feel the deadly threat, and was about to rush forward, but where was the speed of the sword qi coming fast!

However, there was no "porphyry" sound of weapons entering the flesh, but a crisp sound of "dang" like striking iron. The two of them were stunned at the same time, no matter how good a person's martial arts were, it was impossible for him to run his true qi throughout his body when he was unconscious or in his sleep.

This is also the reason why the middle-aged man confidently asked the young man to behead Yang Wei, but the scene in front of him was beyond the expectations of the middle-aged man.

Looking at the gap in the size of a grain of rice on his baby Qiushui sword, the middle-aged man's eyes were a little red, and he was reluctant to take out this baby pimple when he usually killed, but now it was ruined like this, making him almost crazy.

Hearing only the sound of "plop", Yang Wei fell off the horse, although the sword did not cut off Yang Wei's head, but the rope on Yang Wei's body was broken inch by inch.

After Yang Wei fell, the black horse also screamed and knelt down, and a stream of blood seeped out of his nostrils, obviously hurting his internal organs.

This middle-aged man rushed madly towards the corpses of those robbers, picked up a heavy hammer, and rushed back to Yang Wei's side quickly, transporting his true qi, and the hammer smashed into Yang Wei's head with infinite might.

Yang Wei's head was like a big iron lump on the anvil, which was constantly pounded by the middle-aged man, and there was a loud sound of "dangdang".

It wasn't until after a pillar of incense that the middle-aged man was so tired that he was panting like a cow, sweating profusely, and even the sledgehammer seemed to have been deformed by him, but Yang Wei was still lying on the ground, unconscious.

The young man was speechless, when the second uncle came into contact with him, he had always been gentle and elegant, as if he was a well-educated Confucian scholar, this was the first time he had seen his second uncle so violent.

The young man looked at Yang Wei, who was safe and sound, his brows furrowed, and he said in his heart, this demon is still in a coma, he has no consciousness of resisting at all, his two masters have no way to take him, the poison demon is really worthy of being a poison demon, if he wakes up, who else can subdue him? )