There were screams in the sea of clouds.
Luo Jing was twitching in pain on the ground and he didn't even have the strength to struggle or roll over. However, he had to endure the severe pain in his body which kept tearing his tendons and veins. All the tendons and veins would be forcibly broken by Luo Jing as soon as they began to heal themselves.
The pain of being tortured to death hit his consciousness like a tide, and he almost fainted several times.
But he finally held on.
The black shadow in the distance was screaming miserably, and its unformed body was constantly shaking in pain, seemingly on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Amidst the unspeakable pain, Lu Zheng tried to use his divine consciousness to control the incarnation of his inner demon to attack Luo Jing.
At the very least, knock Luo Jing unconscious... As long as Luo Jing is knocked unconscious and the transmission of pain is stopped, she will be able to recover quickly.
However, the extreme pain completely distorted her mind, causing her to lose control of the incarnation of her inner demon in a short period of time.
She couldn't control the incarnation of her inner demon to attack Luo Jing.
The two could only stare at each other from afar, one twitching in pain on the ground, his body stiff, while the other screamed in pain, his body swaying.
Lu Zheng, who was almost fainting from the pain, gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"What's the point of doing this!"
Almost every syllable of Lu Zheng's words trembled: "Even if you keep dragging me into this state, what can you change!"
Both of them were in so much pain that they couldn't move. It was difficult for them to even move their fingers, let alone do anything else.
Lu Zheng couldn't stop Luo Jing, and Luo Jing couldn't stop Lu Zheng either.
The black fog in the cracks of the void continued to gather into Lu Zheng's body.
If the situation really drags on, Lu Zheng will still have the advantage.
But this kind of torture-like pain that directly struck the soul and almost tore the consciousness apart was something Lu Zheng had never experienced before.
Even when she was at her most embarrassed in the past, no one could drag her into such a predicament.
The intense pain made her want to slap Luo Jing to death right away.
In the sea of clouds, Luo Jing was lying on the ground twitching, gritting his teeth, his jaws creaking in pain.
His facial features were distorted and distorted in pain, but as he looked at the black shadow's swaying figure, he smiled.
Even though his smile looked extremely hideous and painful, Luo Jing still smiled.
In the sea of clouds, Luo Jing grinned and said, "I don't need to do anything, as long as I can hold you back... As long as I can hold you back forever, that's enough!"
"As long as you can't move and can't resist, that's your chance! Lu Zheng! You've planned everything, but you didn't expect that I can be in the same state as Qing Xuan. This is your Achilles' heel!"
“Hahahahahaha…”
Luo Jing, whose laughter was shaking due to the pain, was trembling wildly in the clouds.
He felt like his consciousness was about to be torn apart. This kind of torture-like pain was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
He felt like he might pass out from the pain at any moment.
When people encounter excessive pain, it triggers the body's extreme self-protection and forces them into a coma.
But Luo Jing was, after all, a cultivator in the Taixu realm, and he could barely endure the severe pain and not faint immediately.
His words made the trembling black shadow angry.
"You hold me back... Do you expect Xie Xingyao to help you?"
Indeed, Lu Zheng was unable to move or resist at this moment. If Xie Xingyao could pull herself together, she could completely kill Lu Zheng with just one move.
But if Xie Xingyao left, Shen Qingxuan would be left unprotected and her soul would be taken away soon.
Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to use your beloved woman to exchange for victory?"
If Xie Xingyao escaped and attacked, she could indeed kill Lu Zheng, but the price would be that Shen Qingxuan's soul would be taken away and she would completely perish.
Lu Zheng didn't believe that the man in front of him could do such a thing.
"Didn't you keep saying that you only wanted her?" Lu Zheng screamed.
She was mocking, but also a little flustered.
Because at this moment, she was indeed in danger.
If Luo Jing was really cruel enough to abandon his wife, he could indeed force her into a dead end.
But Luo Jing in the sea of clouds did not speak any more. The pain of his muscles and veins constantly breaking almost tore his soul apart.
I could even vaguely feel some cracks and injuries on my soul.
Such silence made Lu Zheng subconsciously panic.
Before she could think about it, a figure rushed towards her from the sea of clouds.
The aura of the Taixu Realm is vast above this sea of clouds.
The white-haired northern warrior, dragging the huge Mo Dao, entered the woman's sight.
"No need for anyone else to take action, I am here!"
The white-haired old man was now furious, wielding a huge Mo Dao and charging towards the white sky in front of him.
The moment the old man appeared, the black shadow froze suddenly and fell into cold fear in an instant.
Northland... Warrior!
She finally remembered that in this vast world of white clouds, in addition to the two women, the master and the disciple, there was another person.
An old man who was dragged into Taixu Wonderland and imprisoned and sealed by her using magic.
This old man should have been trapped by her technique and unable to move.
But at this moment, because Luo Jing forcibly dragged her into the hell of pain, she had no time to distract herself from controlling the incarnation of her inner demon.
So much so that the seal left by the incarnation of the inner demon also showed a flaw, and it was easily broken by carrying the old man on his back!
Lu Zheng's face turned grim as he watched the white-haired old man rushing towards her.
She bent her body in pain and said hysterically.
"How could I possibly lose to juniors like you!"
In Lu Zheng's arms, black gas surged wildly, and the outline of a blood sword was vaguely formed.
She roared, "Even if my soul is damaged, I will fight my way back to the living world and settle accounts with that bastard!"
The black gas was surging wildly. At this moment, Lu Zheng was finally forced to play his last trump card in the face of life and death crisis.
She actually forcibly consumed the original power of her soul and condensed it into a blood sword.
Moreover, this blood sword did not seem to require her clone to activate it, but was automatically generated to protect its master.
So even though Lu Zheng was in excruciating pain at this moment, it still did not affect the formation of the blood sword.
Seeing this scene, Feng Bulie, a warrior from the north who was approaching rapidly, frowned violently.
The martial artist's powerful intuition kept telling him of danger.
But having come to this point, how can we retreat
Luo Jing had done everything he could to create this great opportunity for him, the old man couldn't miss it!
Staring intently at the blood sword that was forming in the black shadow's arms, the old man swung the Mo Dao in his hand, roared, and slashed at the huge sky in front of him with the most powerful sword light of his life.
At the same time, the blood sword in the black shadow's arms rose up, trying to stop Feng Bulie.
But at the moment when the Mo Dao descended, the blood sword, which was completely formed by Lu Zheng's original power, suddenly stagnated, as if it was disturbed by something.
A moment of stagnation is extremely deadly in this life-and-death situation.
The next moment, the huge Mo Dao shattered Lu Zheng's dark figure.
And that blood sword shattered on the spot with Lu Zheng's death.