The sword light transformed from the Haotian Divine Staff instantly penetrated Ji Mingyu's body, causing him to fall to the ground and spit out blood.
Ji Mingyu's eyes had regained clarity at this time, and his gaze fell on the Haotian Divine Staff, his eyes full of shock, "Why is the Haotian Divine Staff in your hands?!"
Wei Zixi gently turned the priceless scepter in his hand, his expression was so nonchalant: "If you want to know why, you can go down and ask Jun Linxi soon!"
Ji Mingyu wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in his body again, but found that his body could no longer move.
The Haotian Divine Staff is not only a holy weapon, Wei Zixi also coated it with poison, a deadly poison that kills instantly when it comes into contact with blood. Even though Ji Mingyu is a god, his body is extremely weak at this moment.
Although this poison could not kill him, it made him lose his ability to fight and even unable to make a sound.
Wei Zixi said slowly: "Ever since Jun Linxi got the foretelling of the Heavenly Dao, I have always wanted you to die. But there has never been a moment like now. I will put you to death no matter what the cost!"
Because you have someone you shouldn't have, and you took away the only treasure that belongs to me.
So, you deserve to die!
As soon as he finished speaking, the scepter in Wei Zixi's hand emitted colorful light again, and was about to turn into a sharp sword and pierce Ji Mingyu's body.
Suddenly, the careless and lazy smile on Wei Zixi's face froze.
For the first time, those eyes that were always leisurely, deep and unfathomable revealed emotions of shock and disbelief.
His face was already pale, and now it was even paler.
He moved very slowly, lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.
The red clothes were still as bright as ever, without any stain from the dust, but now there was a hole in the clothes, and the purple vines were swaying, entering from his back and coming out from his chest.
Wei Zixi of course knew what this purple vine was.
That was Zi Ming You Luo, whom he had never taken seriously before, but whom he often saw.
It was that person who always held Zi Ming You Luo in his hand, gently pulled it out, and then took it back neatly, and then a casual smile appeared on his face.
Before that, Wei Zixi never thought that Zi Ming You Luo's attack would actually fall on him.
But now, it pierced his body.
That calm heart, that heart that could control everything, was stirred up by huge waves for the first time.
It's hatred, jealousy, unwillingness, pain, and... sadness!
This was an emotion he hadn't experienced in tens of thousands of years.
Xi Yue wanted to kill him, Xi Yue, attacked him!
And all this is for the man in front of me, for Ji Mingyu!
The fire in Wei Zixi's eyes burned like a raging flame, and the light on the Haotian Scepter became brighter instead of dimming.
Soon, the Holy Sword Light will pierce Ji Mingyu's head, leaving him with no chance of survival.
But the next moment, a thin and weak figure stood in front of the Haotian Divine Scepter, blocking Ji Mingyu behind him.
The girl looked at him indifferently and resolutely, with the Lishui sword in her hand raised high, pointing directly at his heart.
The distance between the two people created by the long sword was like a natural chasm, or an oath of severance of friendship.
Wei Zixi's face was rarely expressionless, he just stared at the girl in front of him, "Are you really going to kill me for this man? Sister, have you forgotten? When we were at the bottom of the pit, you promised to protect me until the last moment." (To be continued)