A brilliant light flashed in Ci'en's eyes, and a golden bowl appeared in his hand.
His golden bowl exudes a faint luster, which reflects his pale face, which seems a little sick.
Ci'en raised her hand, and Li Weiran fell from the sky, lying powerlessly on the ground.
He walked forward slowly, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, it won't hurt very much, but it's like a dream, and everything is over. Life is alive, when and where, isn't it just a dream?"
Saying that, Ci'en stretched out her withered hand towards the back of Li Weiran's neck.
However, the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.
The body underneath, which was supposed to be dying, exploded without any resistance.
Hands and feet, flesh and blood, internal organs, directly sprayed Ci En all over his head and face.
The face, which was originally full of Buddha nature and compassion, suddenly became treacherous and hideous under the stain of blood.
In a pair of gentle eyes, a deep red light shone.
After a long time, he laughed lowly.
"Li Weiran, I really, really underestimate you..."
"But do you think you can escape?"
He slowly wiped the blood off his face with his hands.
The bright red blood evaporated and disappeared in his palm, and after a short while, he turned back into the merciful and solemn Master Mercy of the Great Compassion Temple.
But when he was about to stand up, he suddenly swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even when Li Weiran escaped just now, his eyes, which were not emotionally fluctuating, were smudged with a trace of cold evil spirit.
Di Ming Jue, the king kills the sky!
I really didn't expect that after planning for thousands of years, the agency counted, but they escaped and ascended to heaven.
It also caused great damage to his own soul.
Ci'en slowly raised her hand, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then her expression returned to normal.
It didn't matter, he couldn't kill these two.
There is always someone to kill.
As he lowered his eyes, a simple and old lamp appeared in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
Resurrected soul, changed fate against the sky.
Luo Yunxiao, the world-destroying half-soul, don't let me down!
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Nether domain.
"Master... Master!" A slightly mechanical voice sounded in the empty and dead room.
The puppet beast "Kiss" walked up to Luo Yunxiao wagging its ugly tail, its tone seemed to be extremely excited, but the voice could still tell that it was just a dull and dead thing, "Master, I found the main material for the revival lamp [cinnabar Jing] and [Lanyang Bone] are gone."
On the window sill of the palace, a man with silver hair like a waterfall was sitting by his side.
The moonlight shone on his nearly perfect facial features, making people dazzled and mysterious.
The cold white skin was as transparent as an ice sculpture, ready to melt at any moment.
The man is as beautiful as a god in the sky.
All the words that praise beauty in the world are not enough for him.
But such a god has a pair of indifferent blood pupils.
Just looking at it is like looking into the endless abyss of Maha Hell, which makes people tremble and fear from the depths of their souls.
Kiss shook his head again, approached him lightly, rubbed against his leg, and repeated what he said just now.
Only then did the man lower his thick eyelashes, and his light-colored thin lips moved slightly, "Where are you?"
"It's the [Peerless Fortress] of the Extreme Realm and the [Seven String Gate] of the Nether Realm."
"Qi Kiss" got the master's response, and he raised his voice excitedly, "Master, the cinnabar essence is in the [Wu Shuang Fort] in the Extreme Realm. The Lanyang Bone is in the [Seven Strings Gate] in the Nether Realm."