"Good boy, they won't leave you behind. Don't be afraid, ask them for help..." His voice came into his ears coldly, and he suddenly stuffed the boy's inescapable fear.
The fear was like a soft whip riding a horse. With a slight whip, the young man couldn't help but entangle the spiritual aggregate that the three of them were closely connected, immersed in the warmth of their companionship, and seemed to finally avoid the entanglement of the evil ghost.
"It's really, a very deep bond..." He sighed in a shallow voice, his eyes fell quietly, and his fingertips surrounded the blood-like spiritual silk, and turned around, forming a light cocoon. The palm of his palm shone on his sky spirit cover and pressed down. The light cocoon, like a small ball, slowly and for a day, will be cooled down. Slowly, slowly, I don't know how long it will take, without any waves, boring... If I could just do it," he sneered, and wondered what damage plan came to his heart, so he gently lowered his body, put it in the boy's ear and whispered: "Kill them."
The soul shook from afar, and the roaring echo entered his mind, like a plucking hand, but the overtones he picked out became his own thoughts.
Yuanhui heard the sound of the string in a daze. In the quiet and peaceful way, it seemed that there was another desperate voice screaming loudly and thrust away. However, compared with the two sides, the sound of the string plucking was still more intimidating, and it was a kind of determination that could not be refuted.
Still another puppet that imprisons the soul.
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Gui Ye clamped the last lifeline of these two young men, but no matter how hard he tried, the bystander was just bystander. If the master of the soul wanted to go with the flow, no matter how many bystanders were, they would be unable to save them.
These two teenagers were deeply touched by the mourning of that side and became silent and dumb - perhaps the other end was indeed a person who was about to travel far away.
Gui Yi has never been an indecisive and soft-hearted person, and he is well versed in the way of making choices, but now he really can't make a decision.
The man seemed to have seen Gui Yi's weakness of compassion for the soul, and kept provoking it here, as if he was mocking Gui Yi's "one secret" and seemed to be forcing him to go to extremes.
Everyone present could see that Gui Yi's expression was gradually precipitating, as if he was gritting his teeth and holding on to something, but he was approaching the edge of the bottom line.
"Ghost ray..."
"Don't talk." Gui Yi coldly blocked Yi Chen's pursuit of the queen. As a fairy sect who was completely unaware of puppet art, Li Tianxiao was helpless even if he could see that the situation was getting worse step by step.
He couldn't even beg Gui Yi to just these three young men, because everyone could see that Gui Yi himself had also fallen into a whirlpool of tangledness.
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"What are you still hesitating?" The man's tone was filled with a bit of sarcastic sarcasm, and seemed to have a little laugh. It was like watching a brilliant puppet show, and he happened to be a member of the behind-the-scenes show.
"Are you reluctant to kill them?"
The spiritual summer in his hand was transformed into a blood-drowning dagger, as if he had cut off countless tendons and veins along the way. His body could no longer act independently, and what was replaced by a few strands of spiritual silk pulled in from the outside world.
He really became a puppet.
However, the man who had clearly controlled his puppet had maintained a gentlemanly demeanor for a long time and was reluctant to stab the dagger in his hand into the spiritual roots that tied the three people.
"Are you still reluctant to let it go?" he asked, then poked out his hand and gently held the far back hands from behind.
The cool and jade-like cultivators only touched the back of his hand, and a clear and cold feeling soaked into his bones and heart.
In front of me, I saw a manzhushahua connected with stalks. The petals occasionally hang down a drop of blood. It bloomed into the dark nothingness and was like a drop of rich cinnabar ink. There were thousands of blood-colored spiritual silk wrapped around the Sanshenghua, which was tied with infinite radiation and dispersed from the distant place covered by the darkness.
When I returned from afar, I was surrounded by these blood-colored spiritual silks. Looking closely, there seemed to be a trace of particularly conspicuous and dazzling blood that was tied to his heart.
Warmth comes from here.
Yuanhui stared at the thread that was holding his heart, but the coldness still seemed like a maggot attached to the bone, and it couldn't be removed.
The man's palm had no warmth, covering the back of his hand, and gradually clenched the dagger.
"If you can't bear to kill them, take them with you. The road to the underworld is long and you will be alone."
Looking back from a distance, the light trembled, and the strand of the heart-wrenching spiritual silk suddenly became a tight string, as if to pull him closer to the three flowers of Manzhu Shahua.
"Don't..." Yuan Hui shook his head desperately, his soul could not shed tears, but his heart was thrusting.
"Shh..." The man stroked his head with "kindness", "You can still feel them now, but if the yin and yang are separated, they will disappear."
Hearing this, Yuanhui's whole soul trembled, and the pain of his heart suddenly subsided, and was suddenly covered by deep fear.
His lips trembled, and his eyes stared at the trench-like flower, "I don't want to be alone..."
A sad cry suddenly came into the hearts of the two boys, and two lines of clear tears fell from their cheeks and beads fell from their cheeks.
"Go back away..."
Although I had heard of the legend of twins a long time ago, Li Tianxiao never expected that the bond between them would be so deep that even if they were far apart, their grief could reach a heartbreaking level.
Gui Yi frowned and tightened his teeth for a long time, but finally he couldn't hold back the last hesitation.
"No..."
Yi Chenzhao's face turned pale, "What can't you do?"
Gui Yi half opened his eyes, and he decided to regain the determination and regained the determination and coldness that the killer should have. "We must cut off the ties between them and Yuanhui."
"No!" The two young men who were not used by Gui Yi's soul requiem suddenly rose in unison.
"Don't move!" Gui Yi sniffed his teeth, but the two boys were disturbed by his rash and chaotic spirit. The magic was a little turbulent. Gui Yi didn't pinch it for a moment, and the evil kill on the other end suddenly rushed into the spiritual consciousness of the two.
Gui Yi cursed "Idiot!" and immediately tangled the spiritual net between his fingers, binding the spiritual consciousness of these two people tightly.
Just at this moment when it was almost in chaos, Gui Yi seemed to hear the rampant and crazy laughter.
He probably suddenly saw a scene that he thought was extremely ridiculous, and did not hide his ecstasy. He watched the three flowers and trunks tightly wrapped by blood-red spiritual silk, falling down his eyes, but then he said in the boy's ears: "If you don't make a decision, they will disappear."
If they don’t make up their minds, these two teenagers may not be able to save them.
Yi Chenzhui was born with a soft heart. Seeing these two teenagers in great pain, he refused to give up looking away when he died. He asked at a loss: "Is there no other way?"
"If you don't do it, they will die." Gui Yi lightly criticized this sentence of life, and his heart was tilted, and his spiritual net suddenly with his fingers tied to him.
A blood-red sharp light was seen slashing down from the sea of ​​consciousness in Lingyun.
"No!" The two young men were heart-wrenching and opened their arms and crossed their bodies to block the blade, but they only regarded it as an obstacle that did not exist as air.
The blood blade descended into the spiritual aggregate of the three people shone straight at the flower with its stalks. The place where the far away and Yuanqi could not see it, only to look back and watch the sharp blade that came from somewhere that was cut off a lonely and weak blood-colored flower.
The man standing behind him was quiet, with only a young man screaming in the endless darkness.
The foot instantly formed a sea of ​​blood. The remaining flower was ruthlessly knocked down into the turbid blood, and half soaked the flower body, but it still forced a little rest and refused to sink and disappear.
Yuanhui knelt down in despair and held back the remaining flower from the blood like a snatching object. When he looked up, he saw that the stalk of the flower with blood dripping from the sky was dripping with blood floating leisurely.
One step, three steps, five steps...ten steps until it disappears into the darkness completely.
"They disappeared." The man who had been standing behind him and watched the show sighed.
Disappeared...
The spiritual silk that held the heartstrings fell from a distance without any help. Without the help of the light breeze, it broke into a flying catkin and fell into the sea of ​​blood, disappearing invisible.
"Vanished..." Yuanhui seemed to have all the soul stolen, and he still stared blankly in that direction, and the soul finally burst into tears.
In this way, it really disappeared...
The flowers that he could not easily protect in his palm gradually dissolved into a pool of thick blood, spilling into his fingers, becoming liquid quicksand that could not be grasped.
The heart-wrenching screams once again deafening.
Gui Yi lowered his hand, and the spiritual net that was tied between his fingers disappeared completely. The two young men also rolled to the ground, hoarsely and cried silently.
Cut off danger and cut off last hope, and at the same time, Gui Yi also declared his failure...
The room suddenly sank into a deep and painful silence. People who had never seen the appearance of their souls were forced to see the pain of real loss of souls.
"This is the soul, so powerful that it can do everything, and it is fragile and vulnerable..." Gui Yi vomited this conclusion deeply, and his fists suddenly clenched tightly, gritted his teeth, pressing all his sorrow, resentment and anger in his heart, as if as long as he was half relaxed, he would be unable to collapse, and smashed his last trace of reserved bottom line.
And the person who won this game finally withdrew from the young man's sea of ​​consciousness and retreated from a dark blood state to another dark state.
"Do you understand? Our pain..." He said in a deep voice, as if he had digged out a long-lasting grief from the cold that had been sealed for a long time.
But in a flash, it turned into a resentment fire that was burning with evil.
He stood up, and his sleeves brushed across the boy's bloody back, carrying a piece of warm blood at the corner of his sleeve, slowly lifted the hand that was soaked in blood and returned to the color. As soon as he closed his five fingers, the boy stood up like a puppet.
Chapter completed!