Wisps of terrifying sword intent poured into his body, coupled with the terrifying corpse qi corrosion outside, which made the Red Soul Ancestor's heart change greatly. But he had already lost his square inch, and he didn't think about defense at all, so he had already let Zhang Ji seize the fatal opportunity.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the Red Soul Ancestor directly collapsed on the stone slab, and his breath was weakened to the extreme.

And those sword intent and corpse qi showed no sign of dissipating at all, but all poured into the body of the red soul, and there was a bit of an intensifying wanton trend.

The next moment.

Zhang Ji slowly showed his figure, but he was extremely cautious not to approach the Red Soul Ancestor.

Compared to the Red Soul Ancestor, Zhang Ji has experienced more winds and waves, so Zhang Ji knows one thing very well. That is, no matter what happens, until the dust finally falls, it must not be taken lightly.

"Are you dead? Probably not dead, right?"

Glancing at the Red Soul Ancestor who had little life, Zhang Ji muttered slightly.

In fact, it stands to reason that he was unsuspecting and suffered a full blow from him, and even a real person in the peak realm had no hope of survival. But in terms of general reality, things won't go so well. After all, who is not a centuries-old monster at the pinnacle?

Just when Zhang Ji was pondering whether to make up for it, a sudden change surged not far away.

I saw that the Red Soul Ancestor, who was originally paralyzed on the ground, suddenly trembled all over. As the tremor gradually intensified, the Red Soul Ancestor actually aged all of a sudden, the skin and flesh on his body suddenly became dry, and the vitality that was originally quite lush also quickly dissipated.

At this moment, the Red Soul Ancestor is like an old man who wants to enter the earth, without any breath of life.

"Shou Yuan is dry?" Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Zhang Ji's pupils dilated a lot.

It wasn't the first time he had seen such a scene, on the contrary, he had seen it many times.

Only the monk who has completely come to the end of Shouyuan will have such a tragic scene. The last longevity is dying little by little, and there is no way but to wait for death in pain. The greatest sorrow of the monk is such a painful and miserable death. Therefore, many monks would rather die in battle than die in such a humiliated and painful way.

Even if they were able to withstand this kind of death, the monks would not have appeared in front of them when they sat down.

For it is a sorrow, a sorrow that cannot appear before men!

"Ahh

At this moment, the Red Soul Ancestor suddenly groaned. The eyes were blank, and the dry hands began to dance unconsciously.

That kind of idiot, even some dementia, made Zhang Ji feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Sympathy? or sorrow?

Anyway, Zhang Ji couldn't say it, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Zhang Ji was completely relaxed at the moment, this kind of Shouyuan dry state could not be pretended, and even if he pretended, it was impossible to hide his perception. So this Red Soul Ancestor has really come to the end of his life.

As for why this was suddenly the case, Zhang Ji also guessed some reasons.

The Red Soul Ancestor has little lifespan, so naturally he can't have the slightest restlessness, and it is extremely taboo to be injured. The Red Soul Ancestor took up all of them at once, and naturally gave Shou Yuan the greatest burden, and Shou Yuan couldn't bear it, so it naturally became like this.

In fact, Zhang Ji didn't expect that things would turn out like this, and Zhang Ji's previous thoughts were just to drag it to the Evil King Palace.

As long as the Evil King's Hall is closed, he can be teleported out immediately and leave very calmly.

"Ah......!"

Just when Zhang Ji was silently thinking, the Red Soul Ancestor suddenly roared, and his sluggish and dry face suddenly became a little sober.

Zhang Ji was stunned at first when he saw this, and then whispered: "Back to the light?"

Looking at the sobriety of the Red Soul Ancestor, Zhang Ji's heart once again swelled up with a little discomfort, even he didn't know why.

"Help me!" said the Red Soul Ancestor, who had regained a little consciousness, in a very weak voice.

Even if it is returned, it is unlikely to bring him much strength, only more sorrow.

Hearing the words of the Red Soul Ancestor, Zhang Ji's expression did not change, and he did not mean to answer. Isn't it funny that he and the Red Soul Ancestor are enemies, why should the enemy help the enemy?

"Help...... Help...... I!" the Red Soul Ancestor didn't pay attention to Zhang Ji's indifference, but muttered to himself even more weakly.

"Inside my storage ring, there's a ...... Red cultivation exercises. Please also ...... , and asked Daoyou to send it to ...... , sent to Red Soul Island, and handed over to a man named ...... , a little guy named Mighty Blood. That kid is about to ...... , it's about to get married. No...... , can't let him lose his cultivation exercises. ”

"Hoo ......! Hoo ......! Hoo ......!"

The more he got to the back, the more intermittent the Red Soul Ancestor became. Even at the end, there was only a wheezing sound.

At this time, the Red Soul Ancestor held on again, and his breath barely increased a little: "My ...... , that sword bead, Daoist friends should be able to see it. There are other little things, all ...... , take it as a reward. ”

"Please...... Help me!"

"Peng!"

Finally survived to the last moment, and the Red Soul Ancestor fell to the ground at once, completely lifeless. He was like the surface of a dead tree, deeply rooted in the slate.

"Help you ......?" Zhang Ji muttered expressionlessly, but his eyes were full of complicated colors.

Why should I help you? I'm not a saint, so why should I help you?......

Although these words had been repeated in his heart, Zhang Ji still sighed softly and slowly walked towards the corpse of the red soul.

On the index finger of the Red Soul Ancestor's right hand, there was a black ring full of small spikes. It contains a mysterious spatial texture, which is a storage ring that is one level higher than the storage bag.

The price of this thing is very expensive, and even the peak gold pill may not be able to afford it. However, a spirit stone is worth everything, and no matter what aspect the storage ring is, it is indeed due to the fact that there are many storage bags. Even the most ordinary storage ring has a space capacity dozens of times that exceeds the storage bag, and it can also directly identify the owner without thinking about being stolen or stolen by others.

This Red Soul Ancestor didn't know how much luck he had to go, but he actually got such a treasure.

Zhang Ji stretched out his hand to take a photo, and directly 'photographed' the storage ring. Immediately, I saw that he was slightly stunned, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

The Red Soul Ancestor actually destroyed the divine consciousness on the ring, making it completely an ownerless thing. In this way, Zhang Ji only needs to integrate a piece of his own divine consciousness, and this storage ring belongs to him completely.

This is a broken kettle to believe in yourself!

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