Chirping......

The coffin of the soul of a hundred soldiers slowly opened.

One inch.

Three inches.

Six inches.

As it slowly opens, the surrounding space begins to change color, as if a painter had erased the paint, and the whole thing becomes black and white.

And when the Hundred Soldiers Soul Coffin was opened to ten inches, the whole new world was completely formed, which was the largest degree of opening in history.

In the black and white world, lonely souls wail all over the wilderness and fly all over the sky.

But the opening of the coffin of the soul of the hundred soldiers was like a signal, and the dull-faced lonely soul seemed to have found a home, rushing into it one after another.

Shang Jingxing raised his head, his crazy eyes staring at the thing that appeared in front of him, which only appeared in the black and white world, ghosts.

"My wife Shang Jingxing, you ghost tower realm has no right to collect souls!"

As his words fell, Po Lan's pupils appeared, the space was extremely distorted, and with a "whoosh", the ghost was instantly torn in half.

A remnant soul floated down, although the figure had been blurred to the extreme, Shang Jingxing could still recognize it, this was Leng Bing Ning.

He raised his hand to hold the remnant soul, but he didn't want the remnant soul to pass through his hands and float straight down to the ground like an invisible thing.

Shang Jingxing's expression darkened, and with a pat of his left hand, the Hundred Soldiers Soul Coffin behind him opened an inch again, and the suction strengthened again, and the remnant soul was sucked into it before it touched the ground.

He raised his hand and bit the tip of his index finger, a piece of blood skin was bitten off, and he shook his right hand, and the blood from his fingertips accurately landed on the cold condensed soul, protecting her already mutilated soul.

Syllable......

The coffin of the soul of the hundred soldiers is closed, and the colors return again.

Shang Jingxing went out of the ice coffin that he had just traded, and carefully put the cold condensed corpse into it and put it into the storage bag.

Then he walked slowly and silently to the main hall, where there were still two corpses, nay, more precisely, a corpse and a dying man.

The Lord of the East Fourth Floor and his woman.

"Shang Gongzi ......"

A faint voice came, and the lady of the layer lord opened her eyes with difficulty, and raised her right hand weakly, looking at Shang Jingxing as if grasping the last hope.

Shang Jingxing stepped forward quickly and grabbed the hand of the Floor Master's wife.

"Shang Gong...... Child...... I...... underneath the ...... There's a secret ...... Dao ......"

"The little demon still has ...... It's mine...... Daughter...... Only...... Come on...... You...... ......"

After finishing the words intermittently, the lady of the layer lord seemed to have the last hope, her life came to an end, and the slight arc drawn at the corner of her mouth seemed to declare her trust in Shang Jingxing.

Is it trusted......

Shang Jingxing grabbed her hand and tightened slightly, his face full of guilt.

If you hadn't left Xiaoyun and them here......

"Layer Lord, and Layer Lord's wife, please rest assured, I, Shang Jingxing, swear hereby that I will do my best to protect the integrity of the two young ladies!"

"Offended. ”

After saying that, he put the hand of the Floor Lord's Lady on her chest, and then gently lifted her body up and put it together with the East Fourth Floor Lord's Mansion.

The Lady of the Floor stepped away, revealing a small handle underneath.

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly the face of the little demon crying appeared in front of him.

The little demon suddenly saw Shang Jingxing appear in front of him, and threw himself into his arms without hesitation.

"Brother, Woo Woo Woo, Sister Leng, she ......"

"It's okay...... It's okay......"

Gently patting the little demon's back, even Shang Jingxing didn't know what kind of expression he was using to say such a thing.

"Little demon, tell me where Xiaoyun is. ”

Hearing Xiaoyun's name, the little demon suddenly forgot to cry, hurriedly raised his head, and said in a panic: "Xiaoyun was captured, and they said that they would take her hard work to forge weapons!"

At this time, there was a sound behind the two of them, it was Lu Lanlian and others who received Shang Jingxing's flying pigeon transmission and found that something was wrong, and they had just arrived.

"What's wrong with Jingxing here??"

Lu Lanlian walked up quickly.

Shang Jingxing didn't answer, but handed the little demon to Lu Lanlian and looked at the other two people in the secret passage.

Nangong Chi and Nangong Qing were supposed to be innocent at the age, but their eyes were empty at this time.

When they saw Shang Jingxing, their eyes finally changed, not surprise, but bitter hatred.

Shang Jingxing's guilt in his heart was even stronger, and he reached out to pull the two girls out of the secret passage, but was avoided by the two.

The outstretched hand stiffened slightly, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Blue Lotus. He didn't look back and said, "Take care of the two of them, this is what I promised the lady of the layer master, I will go to save Xiaoyun now." ”

"Jingxing, you ......"

Lu Lanlian's words came to her lips but she didn't say it, she keenly discovered Shang Jingxing's state at this time, it was not much better than her original path, if she didn't treat it in time, even if she didn't die, she would have no chance of cultivating in this life.

"You be careful. ”

With gentle words and a bitter smile, Lu Lanlian would not stop Shang Jingxing, because she knew that she couldn't stop it, so all she could do was support him.

"I will. ”

Shang Jingxing stood up and stared at Lu Lanlian deeply, with a deep affection like a farewell.

I'm sorry......

In the next second, two essential distractions flew into his body, and then he disappeared in place.

In the desolate Magic Tower Realm, Shang Jingxing's figure appeared, a rich death aura surrounded his body, and in the world that no one saw, the ghost spirit stared at him expressionlessly, waiting for the moment when he died.

"Blue Lotus, it's me who bears your ......"

Shang Jingxing deeply felt his own weakness, and now his body was like a broken vat, no matter how much spiritual power was injected, it would pass in the next moment, unless it was used immediately.

"But at least, I'm going to save Xiaoyun. ”

Countless demonic qi was inhaled into the body, and the demonic distraction began to take shape at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, a vague afterimage appeared in the space where he was, and every time the afterimage appeared, it was ten miles apart, and lines of blood and tears dripped from his eyes, and the broken pupils were urged to the extreme.

Since you can't save your spiritual power, you can use it all up!

While he was in a hurry, the live broadcast room had also been fried.

Zhuxian-Baguio: Anchor, you should heal your wounds first.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea - Han Zhongli: Brother Shang is so aimlessly looking for uselessness.

Not only the two of them, but the viewers were also full of anxiety, most of them with cultivation experience knew that if this continued, Shang Jingxing would really be ruined.

I want to seal the sky-Xiao Man'er: Daddy, Daddy, you quickly persuade Brother Shang!

Xiaoman'er pear blossoms bring rain, and cry like a farrow.

I want to seal the sky-Meng Hao: It's useless, Shang Daoyou is already dead......

Meng Hao shook his head, he hadn't encountered such a situation before, and now no one could help Shang Jingxing.

As Meng Hao said, Shang Jingxing's current performance is heart death, no anger, no grief and indignation, there is only a numb hollow in his eyes, and he even directly turned off the communication function in the live broadcast room.

At this moment, he doesn't need to be saved, he doesn't need to be persuaded, what he wants is a killing, and saving Xiaoyun, that's all.