Chapter 453: Crossing the Divine Tribulation

With a loud bang, the big fireball exploded, and Nezha stepped on the Hot Wheels and rushed out.

The wine fairy, the naughty fairy, and the weaving fairy woman were shaken away, and they all looked flustered.

Nezha raised his gun and pointed at the three immortals on the ground, and was just about to scold, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Su Ji and Yang Jian, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he found that Su Ji used the method of intercepting the pulse to connect himself and Yang Jian's death holes.

Yang Jian's struggle became more and more intense, and the dark red chains wrapped around his body clanged, breaking one after another!

Su Ji held his palm tightly, and a black qi suddenly swirled, and he immediately used the lock taught by Zhen Yuanzi to lock the arm that pierced his chest.

No matter how hard Yang Jian pulled his arm, he couldn't break free.

Su Ji grabbed his hand and shouted, "You promise me to keep her from dying, otherwise you won't want this arm!"

Yang Jian suddenly felt that his breath was disordered, and Xuanqing Qi flowed wildly down his palms like a tide, and shouted: "You actually practice the true trick of Xuanshui, what does Shen Gongbao have to do with you?"

Su Ji replied to the question: "Your time is running out, if you don't agree, the mana of your whole body will be plundered by me!"

Nezha took a closer look and found that while Yang Jian was losing Xuanqing Qi, Su Ji's spirit became more and more vigorous, it turned out that this method could not only absorb the opponent's Xuanqing Qi, but also take it for himself!

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Jianjian frowned, and had to agree: "Okay! I will keep her from dying." ”

"The big husband is ...... to talk about"

"A gentleman is true to his word, and he will naturally do what he says. Yang Jian's cheeks twitched slightly, and he urged: "If you don't let go quickly, your little lady will be in danger!"

Su Ji glanced sideways at Nezha, and slowly let go of Yang Jian's arm on his chest.

Poof!

Yang Jian suddenly exerted force, and a blood-red palm pulled out!

Mu Lingyu's eyes were red, and his teeth were clenched into his red lips, only to see the hole in Su Ji's chest dripping with blood, and he could see the broken bones inside.

As the blood kept flowing, Su Ji felt colder and colder. A strange cold pierced directly into the bone marrow, making him tremble, and his face, which originally had a trace of blood, suddenly turned pale, and Mu Lingyu saw that he was about to die.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth raised slightly, and he beckoned gently.

Nezha's face changed.

The wine fairy suddenly stared, and the whistling dog let go of the knife in his mouth.

Heaven and earth, as if quiet, only a woman's voice shouted hoarsely:

"No ......"

Mu Lingyu's red eyes seemed to be about to drip blood, only to see the three-pointed two-edged knife turn into a golden light that pierced Su Ji's heart and flew back into Yang Jian's hands!

In Mu Lingyu's desperate gaze, a weak figure slowly fell from mid-air.

Yang Jian floated in mid-air and said condescendingly: "The gentleman is pedantic, how can he become a god?"

The three immortals gritted their teeth with hatred, and even Nezha began to look down on Yang Jian's style.

I don't know how long it took, Su Ji's chest rose and fell weakly, and in his blurred vision, the four figures were desperately urging Xuan Qingqi to heal themselves.

However, the wound on Su Ji's chest was bleeding profusely, and there was no sign of healing at all.

Mu Lingyu stared at her blood-red eyes, trembling and stretched out a hand to cover the wound on Su Ji's left chest, and the warm blood continued to gubble out, dyeing her snow-white fingers blood-red.

Su Ji's lips turned white and he muttered, "Don't ...... Beat the air...... Run......

Mu Lingyu's tears swirled in his eye sockets, and he couldn't bear to fall down, grabbed Su Ji's stiff hand tightly, and choked up: "It's okay...... Your life is hard ...... Every time, you can turn evil into good fortune...... I'm going to be fine this time......"

The expression of the wine fairy darkened.

The Weaver Immortal sighed in a low voice, and found that Su Ji's soul was scattered by Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife, and the three souls and seven spirits would leave the body in a few moments, even the immortals could not be saved.

Mu Lingyu held Su Ji's cold cheeks, watching that the important person was about to die, but he couldn't do anything.

"Don't sleep ......"

Mu Lingyu hugged Su Ji tightly, and the messy hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows. Su Ji felt the temperature in her arms, and her head slowly sank like a kite with a broken string. Mu Lingyu suddenly felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and one hand was gradually losing strength.

Su Ji's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something again, but she couldn't make a sound, and Mu Lingyu, who was staring at her eyes, seemed to urge her to leave quickly. The look on his face gradually froze, as if the last rays of the setting sun were obliterated by darkness......

Mu Lingyu finally burst into tears, and a drop of hot tears slid across her cheeks and fell on Su Ji's face.

In an instant, a sudden gust of wind blew her long hair.

Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed at Mu Lingyu through the air!

However, just as the blade was about to touch her, it was suddenly blocked by a fire-tipped spear in the air, and it burst out with a powerful Xuanqing cyclone. Yang Jian's face changed slightly, the three-pointed two-edged knife was shocked back, and the whole person was lifted into the air by the momentum, and he staggered back a step.

Nezha said disdainfully: "Yang Jian, you just said what you said, but now you don't believe what you say...... You are unworthy of God!"

Yang Jian sneered: "In the past, on the platform of the gods, those remnants of the sect who were sealed gods were all those who helped to abuse them, and how many of them were righteous men and gentlemen? Think about the things you did yourself back then, the third prince, and you still have the face to say to me? You stopped me from killing her, but I was afraid that I would rob you of your credit, and I couldn't explain it to the Queen Mother of the West." ”

Nezha glared at him and said, "The Queen Mother of the West asked me to come to see the person who crossed the robbery, and she didn't want me to kill her. To kill or not to kill is up to me. It just so happens that I don't want to kill her today, I just want to take her back, do you want to go against the Queen Mother?"

Yang Jian was silent for a long time with hatred in his eyes, looked directly at Mu Lingyu, and said coldly: "Congratulations to the girl for escaping the catastrophe, there are mortals who can survive the catastrophe, it is really gratifying, hahahaha." ”

After saying this, Yang Jian rushed out of the nine clouds and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Nezha came to Mu Lingyu's side and said, "Come with me to see the Queen Mother of the West." ”

Mu Lingyu didn't answer, her shoulders trembled slightly, and a few lines of tears slipped down silently.

Nezha turned his head and glanced at the dead Su Ji, shook his head and said: "This person has a thin life, it is difficult to achieve immortal paths, and it is a rare luck to enjoy the blessings of the world for a few years." But you are different, the immortal wealth is excellent, if you are lucky enough to be favored by the queen mother, you may be able to rank in the immortal class. ”

Mu Lingyu hugged Su Ji's corpse and said in a low voice: "If the immortals are so unbearable, I would rather be a mortal ......"

Nezha looked down to observe Mu Lingyu's expression, only to see her slowly raise her tear-stained face, a pair of empty eyes glaring at her, and the grief in her eyes gradually condensed into resentment.

"I want him to live...... Mu Lingyu's voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into a heart-rending shout: "I want him to come back to life!"

Nezha felt a chilling bone-chilling horror, and couldn't help but shudder, and sighed: "If you want to save him, you should go with me to see the Queen Mother." ”