Bai Luo was surrounded by the flames of the vermilion bird in the depths of the old woods. The roots that drooped from the old trees were ignited one after another. The flames climbed up from the roots of the old trees and ignited the crown. It was like raindrops wrapped in flames falling from a burning sky, falling drop by drop at Bai Luo's feet, splashing sparks.

Bai Luo looked at Jeong coldly. Her spiritual power could not be used because of the medicine power of Zhuxiancai. Fang Cai had already tried his best to rush out of Nuwa Temple, and the meridians accelerated, which made the medicine power of Zhuxiancai even more powerful. Bai Luo waved his hand and immediately cut a big hole in his left arm. Suddenly, blood flowed down his arm like a river breaking through the river. Although it was not good to lose blood, it was better than letting the medicine power of Zhuxiancai continue to spread in the blood.

Jingtong approached Bai Luo step by step: "Bai Ranji, you forced me!"

Bai Luo tried to gather the golden spirit stream at his fingertips, but he still failed. Bai Luo said coldly: "Yanli, even if you give your own ambitions and your own ignorance, you can't wash away your sins. You have taken the wrong path, and it's still time to turn back."

Jentong's eyes and pupils, the red gauze almost merged with the flames around her. Jentong shook her head: "It's too late. After the Battle of Tianyuan, I sealed the Demon Realm in Cangwu and fell into the Demon Realm again. At that time, no one came to save me, what qualifications do you have to blame me now?"

Bai Luo looked at Jeong in shock: "What did you say? What fell into the demon world?"

Jingtong smiled miserably: "We are divided into four parts of the Demon Realm. Only I will return to Kunlun after a long time. Have you never doubted why?"

Bai Luo looked at Shen Tu behind Jingtong and said in surprise: "It was from then on that time that you met this person. Have you planned it for a full five thousand years?"

"I have planned for five thousand years?" Jingtong screamed in a collapse: "This is the only thing you care about, right?! Have you ever asked me why I fell into the demon clan? What have I experienced?! You don't care about anything! You are hypocritical! You are false and false righteous! So what if you speak of the three realms and the justice is full of words?! I am useless to regard you as a relative! Bai Ranxi, you tear off your own mask and see your true face. You are just a selfish and indifferent person!"

For five thousand years since the Battle of Tianyuan, Jeongtong has just become less and less disliked to talk. No one has ever thought that Jeongtong has become a different person. Bai Luo knew nothing about her experience and what she had happened.

Bai Luo looked at the stranger Yan Tong and said hoarsely: "Ying Yan Li, if you don't say something, how could we know?"

Jingtong smiled self-deprecatingly: "If you don't say it, you won't know? But you don't need to say anything. Ye Guangji knew that you don't like to get dirty clothes. He spent five hundred years of cultivation to make this piece of clothing for you with water spirit. You don't need to say anything. Xue Henwan also knew that you hate a lot of people. Going to Tianchi to attend the palace banquet was just for the wine at the palace banquet. He would take all the wine to find you in the corner. But have you ever cared about me? Have you ever cared about me?"

Jingtong smiled coldly: "Don't worry, Bai Ranxi, even if you don't have you, the three realms will not collapse."

Bai Luo finally gathered a little golden spirit stream at the tip of his fingers: "You Yanli, you remember so much hatred, but you only forgot yourself." After that, the golden light flashed, and Bai Luo Hu Po suddenly held it in his palm: "Tiger Soul! Wind Blade!"

The sharp wind suddenly rose, and the golden spiritual stream turned into sharp blades to penetrate the flames. Jingtong was startled and quickly avoided the wind blade. In just a moment, Bai Luo turned around and passed through the flames. The fire burned Bai Luo's snow-white neck, and suddenly felt a piercing pain. Bai Luo's spiritual power that he had finally accumulated was only enough to scare Jingtong away at this time.

Bai Luo's spiritual power was sealed by the Zhuxian Grass, and now only the spirit beads protect her body. She ran towards the mountain and ran hundreds of meters away, but was shocked to see the Nuwa Temple again!

It was obviously a way down the mountain, but for some reason I went back.

The familiar smell of Zhuxian grass enveloped Bai Luo. The statue of Nuwa was shattered by thunder in the sky. Next to the statue was a bronze furnace and cauldron with smog wafting out.

"How could you not make any arrangements for such a powerful person as Jianwu Shenjun?" Shen Tu's voice came from behind coldly.

Bai Luo suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and Zhu Xiancao made her almost unsteadily stand: "Qimen Dunjia?"

When Shen Tu saw that the medicinal power of Zhuxian Grass was completely attacked, he disappeared as soon as he was panicked: "Not talented, the Qimen Dunjia is not using it very well. If it weren't for the flames of Yanli as a barrier, he would probably not be able to hide it from the Shenjun Jianwu."

Bai Luo smiled palely. She was careless. She was just thinking about rushing out of Jingtong's flames, not even paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Shen Tu took the dagger and approached Bai Luo step by step: "It's really troublesome. If the Spirit Pearl had not been able to be taken out alive, why do you have to do so many troubles? It can cause another thunder to strike you to death."

Jeongtong covered her nose and walked into Nuwa Temple, frowned and looked at Bai Luo who was still holding on.

Bai Luo sneered in his heart. As Yan Tong said, she was just a reckless man. Before Yan Tong entered the Nuwa Temple just now, she just wanted to lead herself out and exhaust her last trace of spiritual power.

Although Zhuxiancao is domineering, as long as you take the antidote first, you can avoid being poisoned by Zhuxiancao for an hour.

Shen Tu raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Yan Tong jokingly, and handed her the dagger: "Come on."

"What?" Jingtong looked at Shentu in amazement.

Shen Tu raised his eyebrows and looked at Jeong Tong: "What? Can't you do it?"

Jingtong lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Bai Luo: "After all, I have known her for thousands of years..."

"So what?" Shen Tu interrupted Yan Tong and said, "Yanli, have you forgotten? I am the only one who saves you in this world, I am the only one who cares about you, and I am the only one who loves you! As long as our great things are accomplished, I am the respectful and you are the queen. Everyone else is a burden and will die in the end."

Bai Luo's throat was numb and his knees could no longer support him. He fell to the ground with a "thump" sound: "You Yanli, don't listen to him."

Shentu sneered and reached out to stroke Yantong's cheek: "Yanli, be obedient. We must step on all those who once looked down on us and were sorry to us, pave the way with their blood and flesh, and use their bones to make bridges. Yanli, which belongs to us, will be brought back little by little. All those who block the way will die."

Shen Tu put the dagger in the palm of Yan Tong, hugged Yan Tong from behind, and held her hand holding the dagger step by step towards Bai Luo. Yan Tong looked at Bai Luo's hatred eyes in horror, subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it was just pressed on Shen Tu's chest and could not retreat at all.

"Be good, don't be afraid. She is our biggest obstacle. If we kill her, we will be half successful." Shen Tu held Jingtong's hand and suddenly loosened it, and pierced into Bai Luo's chest.

The wound that had been shed with blood was torn a bigger hole again before healing. Bai Luo groaned in pain, and supported one hand on the ground and the other hand grabbed the blade.

But Bai Luo's current strength was not enough to prevent the blade from stabbing deeper into his heart. Bai Luo felt that the palm of his hand was cut by a sharp blade, and the dagger pierced into his heart inch by inch. The sharp tip of the dagger was stirring in the heart and found the golden spirit bead in the ventricle.

The golden spirit bead had long been integrated with Bai Luo's heart. When the tip of the knife touched the golden spirit bead, it only made a small hole break with the heart.

Shen Tu turned the hilt of the knife again with some anger. Although the tip of the knife touched the golden spirit bead, it could not cut the fascia connected between the golden spirit bead and the heart. It was like the tip of the knife stuck in the crack of the stone. No matter how you rotate the hilt, no matter how many scars you leave on the rocks on both sides, you can't pick out another stone.

The cold sweat on Bai Luo's forehead slid down drop by drop. The harder the Shentu could get the Golden Spirit Pearl, the more force it was.

Bai Luo looked up at Yan Tong. Her lips were pale, but her eyes still seemed to be able to see through people's souls: "Are you satisfied? Are you hating me or yourself?"

Yantong's heart trembled, as if a ball of cotton wool was blocking her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. Yantong looked at Bai Luo in panic, but Bai Luo looked at her tightly, without any intention of asking for mercy or letting her go. Yantong suddenly became scared.

Yantong no longer held his hand tightly by Shen Tu, but leaned forward, almost causing the hilt to penetrate Bai Luo's chest.

Jen Tong said hatred: "Bai Ranxi, I don't allow you to look at me like this!"

After saying that, the fire was bright and the fire spirit stream poured into Bai Luo's heart along her dagger. The fire spirit stream gathered in a place, burning with the golden spirit beads. Bai Luo let out an uncontrollable scream, and Yan Tong actually felt a little pleasure: "Bai Ran Rhino, you know the pain, what heroes are there!"

After saying that, Jingtong exerted force suddenly, and the fire spirit stream seemed to explode in Bai Luo's chest, and immediately divided the golden spirit pearl into several pieces. Jingtong suddenly stretched out her hand when Bai Luo was about to lose consciousness and pointed it at Bai Luo's eyebrows. A trace of golden spirit stream slowly pulled away from Bai Luo's forehead. Jingtong looked at Bai Luo frantically: "Bai Ranxi, I won't let you remember me. You are not worthy!"

It seemed like a silk thread was pulled out of the skull, and Bai Luo's mind became blank little by little, but the pain in his chest did not decrease in half as the memory went by.

Shen Tu used the tip of the knife to pick out a piece of golden spirit bead, and stabbed the knife in again and picked out another piece.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces... Bai Luo didn't know how many pieces his spiritual beads were broken into, but he only knew that the tip of the knife was constantly stirring in his heart. Until Shen Tu stabbed his chest with the knife again, the wound was numb and unable to feel the pain. Several pieces of the golden spirit bead finally turned into a complete golden spirit bead in the palm of Shen Tu.

The hole in the chest was like wind pouring in. Bai Luo could no longer feel any pain, only coolness. The battle of the Tianyuan War was not torn apart by the god of war, and at this moment it was like a broken puppet pouring back into a pool of blood.

Suddenly, a trace of warmth appeared behind Bai Luo. Bai Luo slowly raised his eyes, but saw Yulei's dark eyes. Bai Luo smiled sarcastically, and his voice was weak: "What else do you want?" Then he completely fell into darkness.

Shen Tu's heart sank, and saw Yu Lei turning around coldly with Bai Luo in his arms, step by step towards the distance.
Chapter completed!