The bright red color gushed out along the hosta, mixed with the original dry brown bloodstains, which was even more dazzling.

Xining's mind was empty, forgetting the emotions that should have been.

Everyone who saw this scene was speechless with great shock.

Jiang Chen had already collapsed and fell into a coma, but the vigilance of the Yin God still made him wake up when his life was dying, and he promptly clamped the lower half of the hosta with two fingers to prevent it from piercing his heart.

Sharp pain in the chest, penetrating the bone marrow.

Xue Dimi's hands were trembling, her eyes were shining with a red and demonic light, and her hideous expression looked extremely weird.

An ancient seal script appeared in the middle of her eyebrows, faintly shining. Finding that Jiang Chen was resisting, she also used her other hand, holding the hosta and pressing it down fiercely.

Although her strength was less than the fifth order, Jiang Chen was really weak, at this life-and-death juncture, he even used the last bit of strength, but he still couldn't withstand that deadly blade.

Jiang Chen's eyes widened, and he clearly felt that the hosta devourer was devouring his own vitality, and the power of the origin of life was passing rapidly.

At such a moment, he only felt a great irony and sadness.

It was not easy to drive away the Blood Sword Saint, but Ben Shaoxia was going to die at the hands of a weak woman, such an ending, I'm afraid no one expected......

"What are you doing?" Du Shan shouted as if he had just woken up from a dream, hurried over, and slammed into Xue Tumi's body.

Xue Tumi's seemingly delicate and boneless body was as strong as a pine at this time, and it was hard to withstand the impact, but it shook Du Shan backwards.

Ye Xingsoul swung his sword and slashed, Xue Tumi didn't look at it, he waved his hand, and he took the blade of the sword with his left hand, only to hear a hissing sound, and the long sleeves were broken, revealing a dazzling white lotus arm, and it seemed that there was not even a trace of scarring left.

"What the hell is this crazy about!" Du Shan rolled twice on the ground, got up with a grunt, and threw himself on Xue Tumi's shoulder again.

Ye Xing's soul had a sword to no avail, and immediately made another sword, this time no longer showing mercy, and the sharp blade slashed fiercely towards Xue Tumi's jade neck.

Not far away, the cuckoo covered her mouth in horror, but an exclamation of "ah" still leaked from between her fingers.

After all, after a few days of getting along, she really couldn't bear to watch Xue Dimi's death under the sword, but Jiang Chen's situation was even more worrying. She could only keep her eyes open and watch helplessly as things developed for the worst.

To everyone's surprise, Ye Xingsoul's sword still returned in vain.

Xue Tumi blocked it with her left arm seemingly casually, and the skin that could be broken by the blow became hard at this time, and the blade of the sword was effortlessly distracted.

"Bang!"

Du Shan pounced with all his might, feeling like he had hit an iron plate, his bones trembled, and the force of the shock lifted him away.

He raised his head, spat out two mouthfuls of sand, and screamed, "Did she take the wrong medicine?" ”

Xue Tumi never looked back at them, she focused on piercing Jiang Chen's heart little by little.

Looking at the strange color in her eyes, Ye Xingsoul's heart sank to the bottom. He secretly thought, could this woman have been hiding her strength all the way, and now that she has finally waited for the perfect opportunity, she is going to be fierce and kill us?

"Sister Xue, don't!" The cuckoo's cry was in vain.

At this time, Xining, who had been in a state of confusion, suddenly raised the index finger of her right hand and nodded towards Xue Tumi.

This attack that stabbed straight into the eye finally caught Xue Tumi's attention.

The pupils in her eyes flickered, and the three colors of dark green, white, and dark red changed, evil and weird, and she was about to pinch Xining's fingers with her left hand.

With the little girl's fragile little hands, if she was caught by Xue Tumi, there was no doubt that she would be screwed off.

Fortunately, Ye Xing's sword qi swept from the side in time, with a desperate roar, which made Xue Tumi look sideways.

She immediately made a choice between another swordsman who was more threatening than the little girl's flimsy and ridiculous mischief. She waved her arm to block the sword, and let Xining's soft fingers press on her eyebrows like a dragonfly.

The slender and tender fingers have an incredible magical power, which immediately makes Xue Dimi's face change dramatically. She withdrew her right hand holding the hairpin, covered her forehead and screamed.

"Ahh

The terrible howl was like the night owl crying blood, the old ape crying sadly, and the sound was piercing.

As if she had gone mad, she swung her left arm wildly around and stumbled into the distance.

Xining's right hand was hidden behind her back, trembling slightly, just like her mood at the moment.

She saw clearly just now that the ancient seal script on Xue Tumi's forehead was the imprint of the character "Kang" of the Futu Sect, which was used to confuse ordinary eyes and manipulate people's hearts.

It should have been very early on, King Ping or Qianda Po had put a spell on Xue Dimi, so that she unconsciously approached Jiang Chen, was attracted to him, and gradually fell in love...... And once there is an opportunity, this affection will turn into a poisonous blade, making the recipient drink blood and tears, and even return to the Yellow Spring with his loved one......

Poor woman, she probably didn't know from beginning to end, that she was just a puppet to be manipulated, and that even the love that she thought was so well hidden was due to a spell, not to her heart......

Whether she loves or hates has long been up to her.

But what does that have to do with me?

Sitting back and watching Jiang Chen being attacked to death and the Futu Sect succeeding, isn't that exactly what I want?

It's just because I feel that I owe him once, it's not good to do it myself, but if I can borrow someone else's sword, it would be great, why can't I help but stop it when it comes to the end......

Jiang Chen was lying on the ground, his consciousness hovering on the edge of coma and lucidity, hazy, and a picture of the past seemed to appear in front of him. He knew in his heart that this was probably the most dangerous moment, and the black and white phantom was surrounding him, whispering in his ears.

Life and death are still separated by a thread, and his soul seems to rise to the clouds.

In the serene and sacred light, the dying seem to have attained ultimate salvation, freed from the countless sins and troubles of the world, and accessed to the Pure Land of Bliss.

"Jiang Shaoxia, wake up!"

"Brother Jiang, hold on!"

"Lao Jiang, don't close your eyes first, at least explain your last words! If you have any unfulfilled wishes, unentrusted widows, and unspent money, you can give them to my old Du......... Ah! Dead girl, you want to strangle me! ”

"Brother Jiang is dying, and you still say this kind of thing......"

"What to cry about! A useless girl knows how to cry! Lao Jiang couldn't die, and it was almost mourned by you like this! ”

"You, what did you say?"

"Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years, you know? With Lao Jiang's reputation, do you think it's so easy to die? Cry and cry, don't be an eyesore here! ”

Jiang Chen didn't hear the noise of the outside world at all.

At this time, he had fallen into an isolated void, his soul hanging high in the sky, staring coldly at the dying body below, ready to return at any moment.

With his supernatural cultivation, even if the Dharma body is destroyed, if he is willing to give up his body, he can also cultivate ghosts and immortals with the Yin God. But compared to the Huanghuang Authentic Human Immortal Avenue, it is like a difference between clouds and mud.

"Did you hear someone crying for you, so you don't miss it?" A trace of Xining's divine thoughts lingered and passed to Jiang Chen's heart.

“……”

There was chaos in Jiang Chen's spiritual sense, and as soon as a thought arose, all aspects were born.

Xining stood silently beside him with her hands down, looking down at his bloodstained body from top to bottom, her delicate cheeks covered with a layer of sarcasm.

"I didn't guess my end, Jiang Shaoxia, who could even be repelled by the Blood Sword Saint, died in the hands of a woman in the end. Hmph, spread it, it's really a laughing stock for the ages! ”

“……”

"This place is deserted, and if you bury it, you will be sunk into the ground, and you will not even be able to find your bones. The last bloodline of the morning light will also be cut off......"

If a childish voice sounded softly in her ears, the little girl spoke slowly, but with gritted teeth and hatred, word by word, knocking on the last consciousness of the dying, "Anyone who opposes the Buddha will fall into the animal path, and will never be ......reborn."

"It's funny." Jiang Chen finally responded, his weak divine sense made his heart seem to change his tone completely, "You have great respect for your Buddha Master...... But I have a question, since your Buddha master is so powerful, why can't he save a Zhang Ping'an? ”

Xining's face turned pale, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she unconsciously clenched her fists and gasped slightly.

The smile on her lips was exhausted, and a chill oozed from her eyes: "Uncle Ping An has returned to the Pure Land of Bliss, and you will fall into hell forever." ”

"I'm not going to die."

"Yes."

"No, it won't."

"Do you still think that boiling blood will restore you? Although it didn't stab you in the heart, the poison of the spell attached to the hosta has spread, it can penetrate your internal organs, corrode your bone marrow, and slowly die after you have been tortured. With such a vicious spell, the person who wants to cast the spell hates you to the extreme. ”

Jiang Chen was silent for a long time before he said, "Isn't it you who laid the curse?" ”

Xining was silent for a moment with this question, turned his head, and said lightly: "Physical pain is nothing to a person like you. If it were me, it wouldn't be so simple and crude. Sometimes, it is a desperate thing to live alone in the midst of a long torment. ”

"It seems that you have a deep understanding of despair."

“……”

This sentence made Xining extremely angry. Her divine thoughts directly withdrew from Jiang Chen's sea of knowledge, looked at the place where the wind and sand swirled in the sky, took a deep breath, and was silent for a while before establishing a spiritual connection again.

"Please." This time, she spoke succinctly.

"Huh?"

"I can help you get rid of the curse. Please, and I will save you. ”

She felt that Jiang Chen's consciousness was slightly in a trance, so she continued: "Don't you want to take revenge, you can't even let go of this little figure, why should you fight with the Buddha Master?" ”

Seeing that Jiang Chen was still silent, she said again: "Whether you die in obscurity or do it with arrogant dreams is your own choice." Before the toxins eat away at the heart, you still have half a cup of tea to think about. ”

After a long and embarrassing wait, Jiang Chen replied, "I don't believe you. ”

Xining's face turned blue with anger, snorted, and said coldly: "You have no choice!" ”

"I just believe in myself. I have a vajra physique, invincible to all poisons, evil and evil, what poison can kill me? ”

"You...... You...... You idiot! Death is coming, and you don't know it! ”

Hienin was furious and gritted her teeth.

She didn't want to save Jiang Chen in the first place. Just wanting to tease him and humiliate him before he died, and watching him go to hell with despair and grief, that scene was what she wanted.

But Jiang Chen was as stubborn as a stone, arrogant to the point of stupidity, and he didn't even believe that he would be poisoned, which made Xining's expectations all in vain.

How could he do that?

Hundreds of miles away, in a restaurant in Stone Town, a man and a woman were drinking in a hidden corner.

The man's face was handsome, but his face was slightly pale, and his slender five fingers played with the wine cup, and said softly, "You shouldn't have triggered the curse mark so early. ”

The woman opposite him was dressed in white and had a picturesque face, which could be the dream lover of any man in the world.

It is the two equal kings of the Futu sect and the Gandharva.

Gandharva was holding the cup at this time, her beautiful eyes were misty, and she looked like she had a heavy heart. A faint haze lingered between her eyebrows, gathering but not dissipating.

Seeing that she didn't answer, King Ping took a sip of wine and continued: "Just as fine wine needs time to brew, the love in her heart will be greatly reduced if it is not brewed long enough. It's like a green fruit picked early, although it can barely satisfy your hunger, but the taste must be extremely sour......"

"How long do you want to wait?" Ganda Po squinted her eyes, her phoenix eyes became more and more narrow and seductive, revealing a little ruthlessness in the haze.

Ignoring the murderous aura coming from the other side, King Ping calmly poured himself wine: "Haven't you heard of a secret technique called 'Sword Cultivation'?" ”

"You mean that old poor sour in the Holy City?"

"Do you know why he was once known as the third in the world?" King Ping deliberately paused, caught a glimpse of the eyes staring directly at him on the other side, and said slowly, "Seal the most vicious and sharpest divine weapon in the world in a sheath, and you will not see blood for ten years, no sunshine, no rain and dew, and no dust." When it sees the light of day again, there will be an unbeatable swan song. ”