Sacred Soul of Blood

Chapter 138: Inaccessible heart (32)

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When the light gradually dissipated, did he also disappear with the smoke? Qi Xue let out a cry of sorrow, tears rolling down her face like ice-breaking winter water.

"No!" Qi Xue's voice was a little hoarse, her face distorted by despair and sorrow became so helpless, she watched the light dissipate little by little, as if her own life had ended with it.

However, suddenly there was a white light reflected in the aperture, intertwined with the light of the'devil drop beads', and finally suppressed it. When the white light of the rosary completely dissipated, it was enveloped in the light of stars and moons. Qi Xue’s arrogant back came into Qi Xue’s eyes, it was her illusion, or her own unwillingness, but she clearly saw the awkward figure standing up slowly, like a mysterious beast, about to trigger his anger .

The wind was blowing his long hair, and the abhorrent face under his blood-red eyes was like an apocalyptic walker. His white robe was torn apart by the light blade, and the split skin was exposed, smeared with white blood. The whole body, as if coming out of the ice, was bitterly cold.

That is white blood, the saint of blood!

And the bitter and unbelievable face behind him seemed to be much older in an instant.

"Why, why? How could my spiritual power fail?" His horrified face was as dark as a dark prison. His trembling and thin hands pinched the rosary, and repeated the spell countless times, but the rosary seemed to lose its spiritual power. Generally, there is no response, "No, my spirit orb, my strength, never, you, you are not a demon?" His pupils kept zooming in and out because of fear and horror.

How could this happen? In addition to bitterness and joy, even Qi Xue could not believe it. Is it because the'Spirit Orb' sealed the blood of the wind's monster? That’s why the'Devil Slayer Orb' has no effect on him. On the contrary, the aura of the fairy in the'Devil Slayer Orb' forced out the blood of the White Demon in his body, so now he is...

"Smelly monk, it's your turn now!" Chengfeng leaped in front of him, waved his five fingers at the rosary, and the rosary broke apart. The spirit beads were scattered all over the place, and the immortal herbs that were sucked away The spiritual energy was also released, and the suspended white mist gradually dispersed and fainted, gradually dissipating like smoke and dust.

These are the spirits of spiritual things! So how can you let them die with the wind? Qi Xue cast the'Spirit Binding Curse' to gather these spirits into the bag and put it in her arms. She rushed to Chu Fu and took the jade box that had fallen on the floor back into her arms. She saw his sword and thought that her injured herself might need the protection of a sword very much. She took the sword. Hold it in your arms.

The bitterness and joy are also the same as that of the elders, kneeling on the ground, watching the spiritual power that he has worked so hard disappear in this instant, he seems to have become a six-class old man, and the empty pupils have turned into nothingness. Ying, slumped and kept muttering words, as if she had lost her soul.

Perhaps all this is the price of his greed! It's just that he is not reconciled!

Qi Xue was holding a sword and pulling Cheng Fengyu through the front door, but there was a rush of footsteps on the wooden plank from outside. There should be dozens of people, it should be a helping hand! Now the two people who are both seriously injured can hardly have enough energy to resist, but they have no retreat.