"Because the person who created this forbidden heavenly spirit blood is exactly below."

The young man's expression was as if he were mechanical, and there was not a trace of emotion in his tone, as if this matter was just a trivial matter to him.

But Su Ming is very clear, a drop can make people feather and ascend to immortals, how can the immortal forbidden heaven spirit blood be a trivial thing?

If the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood was really a trivial thing, then how could Ji Fall spend decades searching for it?

The true demon who made a lot of trouble in Huai'an Mansion before, how could he sacrifice the creatures of the entire Huai'an Mansion to refine it at any cost?

There are also Qiyang Mountain Gods and Liu Zi'an, how could they desperately want to destroy it after that?

Once the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood is born, it will be something that can make the entire cultivation world tremble and set off a big wave!

And the young man in front of him seems to still look down on it?

If he really didn't look down on this forbidden heavenly spirit blood, then why did he create it?

"You'll learn about these things later." Hearing the doubts and shock in Su Ming's heart, the young man replied in a nonsensical tone.

Immediately after, he directly put the transparent porcelain bottle containing the prototype of the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood in his hand on Su Ming's hand.

The transparent porcelain vase itself was very lightweight, but at this moment, Su Ming felt that the things in his hands weighed tens of millions of tons, like a big mountain, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Seeing this, the young man opened his mouth and reminded: "Don't be stunned, I don't have time to waste time with you here." ”

"Do you choose the former to ascend to heaven in one step and become an immortal immortal, or do you choose the latter, for the sake of the so-called conscience and moral bottom line, let me liberate the remnant souls imprisoned in the rudimentary form of the forbidden heavenly spirit?"

Su Ming pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "What is in this Forbidden Heavenly Spirit Blood Prototype..... How many remnants have been trapped? ”

The young man thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, too many, I can't count them." ”

The Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood Prototype had been sealed by the original body for decades, and he was the one who created this Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood, knowing the number of remnant souls imprisoned in the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood Prototype in Su Ming's hand was just a trivial matter for him.

However, after hearing the quantities he said, Su Ming fell silent again, staring at the writhing dark red liquid in the transparent porcelain bottle in his hand, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

If he hadn't learned from the young man that there were at least hundreds of thousands of remnant souls imprisoned in this Forbidden Heavenly Spirit Blood Prototype, I am afraid that Su Ming would not hesitate to choose to ascend to the sky in one step, directly refine it, and become an immortal immortal.

But now, Su Ming was a little hesitant.

He wasn't suddenly overflowing with the heart of the Virgin, he just felt a little uncomfortable.

If I refine it myself later, wouldn't it mean that those terrifying corpse intestines and unknown liquids would also be refined into my body by me?

Recalling those disgusting things just now, Su Ming's stomach couldn't help but start churning.

However, it was not this one point that caused Su Ming's hesitation, the remnant souls imprisoned in the Forbidden Heavenly Spirit Blood Prototype were indeed a little too much.

If it was only a dozen or more than a hundred, Su Ming could still forcibly refine it with disgust.

But the number of hundreds of thousands or millions is too much, no matter how cold-blooded Su Ming is, but after all, he has seven emotions and six desires, and it is inevitable that he will not feel pity for those remnant souls who are imprisoned in the blood prototype of the forbidden heaven spirit and suffer the pain of the divine soul day and night.

Seeing Su Ming's hesitation, the young man urged again.

"I'm a little tired, you choose quickly, if you grind any longer, I'll kick you out."

As soon as the young man's voice fell, a tragic wail and tragic sound sounded in Su Ming's ears again, and then the entire space changed, filled with the fishy smell of blood and the disgusting smell of rot.

"Ahh It hurts, Auntie! Auntie! ”

"I can't die yet! I still need to raise the baby at home! The elderly grandmother also has to be sent to her by me to fulfill her filial piety! I can't die yet! ”

"Please! Kill me! Kill me! Get me out of this hell! ”

“.........”

The voice of a child, the cry of a child, the cry of despair......... These miserable cries kept echoing in Su Ming's ears.

The rotting skull entrails and mutilated pieces of corpse flesh on the ground seemed to have turned into living people in this piece, and their eyes, which had lost all light because of the torture, were staring at Su Ming at this moment, begging for their wail.

The entire world has long been filled with a sea of corpses and corpses, and there is no end in sight.

Su Ming stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, his emotions were driven to sadness, and his eyes looked at the wriggling, broken, and mutilated pieces of dark red flesh and internal organs mixed with unknown liquids with pity.

The next moment.

On the soft and sticky "land", countless pairs of hands of different lengths appeared in an instant, as if they had seen the dawn in despair, and kept pulling Su Ming's trouser legs, as if they were begging for help like him?

Or do you want him to end their lives happily and get out of this sea of misery as soon as possible?

"Why do you want them to be in front of me again?"

The endless sound in his ears made Su Ming's head seem like it was about to explode, and he suddenly looked at the young man in front of him with a distorted expression, holding the porcelain bottle in his hand tightly, and his mood became irritable.

"You asked me to listen to their desperate voices and see their miserable faces, because you wanted me to release them mercifully!?"

"Why are you doing this! And what are you doing this for? ”

Seeing Su Ming's sudden emotional outburst, the young man was silent for a moment, and replied without a trace of emotion:

"I don't have any purpose, I just think it's more interesting to do this, ambition and conscience, how do you choose?"

"Just a little more fun?" Su Ming suddenly froze, and then his heart seemed to explode, and he became angry.

"Hahaha! A good one will seem even more interesting! ”

"Since you released these phantoms that were imprisoned in the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood Prototype, you want me to have mercy on me and destroy this Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood Prototype and let them out, right?"

"Then I'm not as good as you want! I just want to refine the Forbidden Heavenly Spirit Blood Prototype! One step to the sky and become an immortal! ”

"Hahahaha! Your expression will be even more interesting! ”

As he spoke, Su Ming lifted the lid of the porcelain bottle in his hand, and it was like swallowing the dark red liquid inside into his stomach to refine.

But the next moment, a big hand suddenly grabbed Su Ming's right hand holding the porcelain bottle, preventing him from swallowing the forbidden heaven spirit blood inside.

Su Ming thought that the young man couldn't help it, and finally stopped him.

But when he looked at it, he found that the young man in front of him was still standing in place, with his hands behind his back and not making any move.

Since he didn't move, whose hand was it that stopped me!?

Su Ming looked at it puzzled, and found that his right hand was firmly grasped by his left hand, and he couldn't move.

It turned out that no one was going to stop Su Ming, but he took action to stop himself.

No, to be precise, it was the humanity in his heart that prevented him from taking the Forbidden Heaven Spirit Blood.

"Woo woo, brother, I have so much pain in my body, can you take me to my mother?" A seven or eight-year-old little girl with blood stains and tears in her eyes appeared beside Su Ming, clutching the corners of his clothes tightly.

Immediately afterwards, a thin man with a slightly dark complexion and wearing patches all over the place, and a woman with red and swollen eyes and half of her head disappeared appeared on Su Ming's other side.

"Please, save me! I still have a half-grown baby and an elderly grandmother to support at home! Please, take me out of here! I must not die here! ”

"Little brother, kill me! Give me a happy death! Get me out of this hell! Please! ”

Some figures continued to appear on Su Ming's side, begging for his help.

Glancing at the young man who was still indifferent in front of him, Su Ming let out a long sigh, and finally turned his head to look at the mutilated corpse fragments around him, and after a moment of silence, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Well, I'll take you away..........."