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1894 Chapter 1894 The Art of Half-Life

As the two of them moved, the snow on the ground was still disappearing.?

Xiao Xuegu shouted excitedly, "Why is this happening? Beautiful Mother, you and the obsessed blood have been injected into the body of the woundless father through the moonlight bone teeth and the golden king Ding. Why does his body disappear?"

This scene left the people present at a loss.

Even Ye Xiyue didn't know why.

Is the method recorded in the Supreme Secret Sutra of no use?

The half-life technique was found in the "Supreme Secret Sutra". When the magic is activated, she will lose blood, but as long as she has the fourth and fifth place in the spiritual energy rankings, the success rate is 60%!

Fortunately, she has these two treasures, but it still doesn't work?

‘Pu!’ The Golden King Ding and Moonlight Bone Teeth fell from mid-air, and Xue Wushu's body completely disappeared and turned into stars, as if it had never appeared in this world.

The magic stops!

Ye Xiyue and Huang Junye were forced to stop.

She didn't know how much blood she had shed, nor how much blood Huang Junye had shed. She didn't have time to pick up the golden king tripod and moonlight bone teeth on the ground. She went straight to the spot of light that looked like a fireflies. She stretched out her hand to grab the spot of light, "Snow is not wounded!"

Is this his body?

After all, it was wiped out?

Ye Xiyue watched the light spots flow quietly through her fingers and disappeared. At that moment, the few blood in her body seemed to have frozen, her eyes were red, and she looked blankly at the empty place in front of her. Just now... there was still Xue Wushen's shadow here.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared?

When a person dies, he is so straightforward?

‘Da!’ A little puppet came out from nowhere, and just rolled at Ye Xiyue’s feet. She was confused for a moment, squatted down, and trembledly reached out to hold the little puppet in her hand.

Tears were filled with tears in his eyes, and almost instantly he was about to burst out.

Ye Xiyue gritted her teeth and forced her tears back.

"My mother, Wushen Dad is gone, is he dead?" Xiao Xuegu cried loudly, "I don't want Wushen Dad to die, I don't want him to die..."

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ye Xiyue's lips, "The little puppet has warmth, it's warmth."

The cry of Little Bloodbone stopped abruptly, "What...what?"

It seemed like I couldn't believe it.

Ye Xiyue smiled even deeper, "The puppet still has warmth, he is still alive..."

Huang Junye looked at her, his tone was as calm as autumn water, "His three souls and seven spirits entered the puppet and were sealed up."

Ye Xiyue looked up at Huang Junye's gaze, and looked at her with all her eyes. She had nothing to say for a moment.

"Brother, let's go out and get some air." Bo Ye Zimo suddenly put on Huang Junye's shoulder. What's strange is that Huang Junye actually nodded and left with Bo Ye Zimo.

Ye Xiyue looked at the two of them leaving behind, holding Xue Wushu's puppet tightened a little bit.

Dugu, Molan, Mu Feng and Nan Wushuang, Jingchi Yueming was not in good condition, so both found excuses to leave.

Even the little blood bone, who had always had a very cold face, said he wanted to find his obsession...

For a moment, Ye Xiyue was left in the room. Xue Wushang's little puppet spoke at this time, and a word fell into Ye Xiyue's ears...

Ye Xiyue frowned, "You mean Huang Junye..."

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Chapter completed!
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