As fast as wind, as fast as lightning, because he was worried about Xiaotong's safety, Wuming directly used his strongest power, as fast as lightning, so fast that it was frightening, so that there were all left behind on the steps that went straight up.

His series of shadows.

However, still because of his cultivation, he was quickly chased by Wu Gang. Without saying a word, Wu Gang directly grabbed his shoulders and took him up high with his own cultivation in the God Refining Realm. It only cost him

In just half a quarter of an hour, we arrived at the top of the mountain.

In the vast black mist, Wuming was like falling into the abyss, and the range he could see was extremely limited, but he still relied on his previous memories and rushed straight towards the Wheel of Reunion Hall.

"Xiaotong, how are you?" Wuming knocked hard on the door. Even though the rebound force made his palms hurt, he had no intention of stopping.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush into the Wheel of Reunion Palace, but because the palace door was tightly closed, he could not move it with his strength.

Later, even if Wu Gang used his cultivation at the God Refining Realm to take action, the door would not move at all, which made Wuming's eyes red with anxiety.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"...

He kept pumping his fists, and the fierce force was poured out on the door, as if he was venting his inner unwillingness, and he also seemed to want to use the combined power of his fists to blast through the door.

Wu Gang was also helping him, but the palace gate seemed to be integrated into the palace. Even if the two of them tried their best, it was still difficult to shake it.

"Open it for me!" Wuming Hei Ran Yang, the feeling of powerlessness in his heart made him mad with hatred.

"boom!"

Another heavy punch hit the door. Wuming's hands were already bloody and bloody, but the door was as cold as ever, with not even a mark left on it.

At this time, Wuming's inner desire for power reached an unprecedented level. He thought that he could just practice step by step, but now he realized that his current cultivation state was not advisable.

Because the plan does not change quickly, no one can guarantee whether something like today will happen again. What should he do if something similar happens again?

Become stronger!

While banging on the door, the idea of ​​becoming stronger in Wuming's mind became more urgent.

But he also knew that now was not the time for him to think about this. Even if he really wanted to become stronger, he would have to wait until he was sure that Xiaotong was safe and sound before he could implement it step by step.

"boom!"

The fist mixed with rage fell on the door again. The nameless palms had been twisted and deformed, and blood stains continued to drip from them, leaving dazzling bloody fist marks one after another on the palace door.

"Master, I...I'm fine." Suddenly, Xiaotong's weak voice came from the Wheel of Reunion Hall.

Immediately, Wuming and Wu Gang saw that the palace door, which had been bombarded by them for a long time but had not moved at all, slowly opened a gap.

"call!"

The moment the palace door opened, a thick, almost ink-like black mist surged out instantly like a tide, sending Wuming and Wu Gang staggering. They took five or six steps back before they could stabilize themselves.

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After a while, the trend of the black mist rushing outward slowly slowed down, and Wuming also took this opportunity to squeeze in like a loach through the crack in the door that was not even wide enough for one person.

"Xiaotong..."

As soon as Wuming entered the main hall, he saw Xiaotong curled up on the ground in the mist, which made him extremely heartbroken.

"Xiaotong, how are you?" Wuming carefully picked up Xiaotong, looking at the other person's face as pale as paper, feeling pain like a knife in his heart.

"Master...Master, I'm fine, I'm just...just a little weak." Xiaotong said in a weak tone. He even had no strength to lift his arms. He was as weak as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

However, even though Xiaotong said this, he clearly didn't look like he was out of strength. There were dark, pitch-black squirming under the skin all over his body. If he counted them carefully, there were actually ten thousand of them, all like pitch-black chains.

Like, it was deeply imprinted on the deepest part of Xiaotong’s flesh and blood.

At this time, these dark chains-like marks were all slowly squirming, as if they had their own souls. There seemed to be a faint air of resentment coming out of them, making people feel numb.

shudder.

"Xiaotong, I'm sorry for you!"

Staring at the wriggling black mark on Xiaotong's body, Wuming's face lost much color, and the indescribable depression in his heart made him go crazy with desire.

He knew this thing, but it was precisely because of his knowledge that he knew what kind of pain Xiaotong had just experienced, which was worse than death, because every time this thing did something wrong, it would bring endless pain to people.

Not to mention, this thing is really a terrifying and deadly existence.

"Master, it's okay. I can hold on. Haven't I made it through all these years?" Xiaotong forced a smile, but the paleness on her face made Wuming's heart feel like needle pricks.

"This is..."

At this moment, Wu Gang also came closer. When he saw the dark marks on Xiaotong's body, he suddenly took a breath of cold air and felt a chill from head to toe.

What on earth is this thing, and how can it be so weird and evil?

After hearing Wu Gang's voice, Wuming was silent for a long time, and then said hoarsely: "This is the resentment of all spirits, the third most poisonous poison in the world!"

"Master..." Upon hearing Wuming's words, Xiaotong's body trembled slightly, with a look of remorse in his eyes, as if he regretted the concealment just now.

However, Wuming just touched his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, Xiaotong, I will save you!"

"Okay, I will listen to Master. The sky will not deny my life to Xiaotong, and I will laugh at the sky in the future." Xiaotong smiled softly, and then, his vision went dark, and he fell into a coma in Wuming's arms.

Seeing this situation, Wuming became even more sad and sad. He gently took Xiaotong's hand, and saw that in Xiaotong's hand, a dark skull had slowly taken shape, faintly, as if all the heavens were there.

The sound of curses from the world came from it, carrying earth-shaking resentment.

"Wu Ming, what is the resentment of all spirits?" Wu Gang asked carefully, with fear in his eyes. Apparently, he was frightened by the skull in Xiaotong's hand.

"The resentment of all spirits is refined from the resentment of all spirits before their death. It is the most terrifying poison in the world, because while it is highly poisonous, it is also mixed with the power of curses.

, it can be regarded as an extremely terrifying poisonous thing." Wuming's words were low, with boundless powerlessness in them. It is difficult to imagine how Xiaotong has survived all these years.

If he remembers correctly, Wan Ling Grudge will happen once a year, and every time it happens, part of the life essence of the poisoned person will be devoured.

The spiritual resentment is irreversible, and the poisoned person will experience endless pain and die miserably.

Just now he took a special look at Xiaotong's palm, actually just to check Xiaotong's physical condition, but what worried him was that Xiaotong's condition had reached a very serious stage.

The skeleton represents the spirit of resentment. Now the spirit of resentment in Xiaotong's body has taken shape and will soon reach the state of perfection. If his estimate is correct, Xiaotong will only have three months left now.

Alive.

"This is too cruel. Who could have studied it after a thousand cuts?" Wu Gang said bitterly, but there was a clear look of fear in his eyes.

"I researched it." Wuming's words were shocking, making Wu Gang extremely embarrassed.

"Since you researched it, you should detoxify it quickly." Wu Gang said anxiously.

"Oh, you think I don't think so. It's just that the resentment of all spirits is not that easy to cure. There are too many materials required to prepare the antidote, including some extremely rare elixirs." Wuming sighed lightly.

The heavy voice carried the powerlessness and regret from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, although he hated his eldest apprentice for being cruel and ruthless, he was not the same towards himself.
Chapter completed!