After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

pain……

It hurts...

It hurts so much...

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

At the moment when she was being ruthlessly crushed by the wheel of fate, Gu Qinglan's body seemed to be covered in ice and snow, and her soul was trembling in severe pain.

The vine penetrated her chest and pushed her to the abyss of death.

She had passed death countless times, but this time, the shadow of death was thicker and closer than ever before.

The suppression of the natural chasm-like realm was like an insurmountable peak, making her breathless.

The spiritual roots in her body, which were originally the most precious source of power for immortal cultivators, seemed to be bound by invisible chains at this moment, unable to exert their due power.

Even if she sacrificed the extra acquired Sky Fire Talisman at all costs, the flames that should have been able to burn everything became like a candle in the wind, unable to recover under this suppression.

At this moment, her memories came flooding back, bringing her back to the tragedy of her previous life.

At that time, she was harmed by Wei Yue and suffered a lot of pain. She thought she had forgotten that kind of pain, but she didn't expect that at this critical moment of life and death, her memory would be as clear as a knife.

Without any hesitation, the spiked vine penetrated Gu Qinglan's heart and ruthlessly pulled out her life force.

Blood was like broken rubies, filling the sky.

In the audience, Wang Shu's eyes were split open, and her heart felt like it had been cut repeatedly by a sharp knife.

She desperately wanted to rush forward, wanting to use her own strength, even her life, to exchange for Gu Qinglan's chance of survival.

However, Shan Xingzhou still had a trace of reason and hugged her waist tightly, stopping her from moving.

"Senior Sister Wang Shu! You can't go!" Shan Xingzhou was also anxious, his voice full of anxiety and helplessness, "If you don't go, with Senior Sister Qinglan's strength, there may be a glimmer of hope. If you go, what will happen to Shang Xie? Your cultivation will be affected, how can you let Senior Sister Qinglan take care of both ends?"

Tears welled in Wang Shu's eyes, her heart was struggling, and her reason was telling her that Shan Xingzhou's words were right.

But her heart couldn't accept this reality.

She didn't want to just watch Gu Qinglan die. Her heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and despair.

They had obviously been celebrating together just now for successfully boarding the spirit world spaceship, but why did they end up like this in the blink of an eye...

In that moment full of despair and darkness, when everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Qinglan and worried about her fate, an unexpected figure broke the silence.

Wei Yue, this name was once synonymous with ruthlessness in Wang Shu's heart, but at this moment, like a ray of dawn, he burst into everyone's sight with determination and courage.

Wei Yue on the other side actually rushed onto the stage with his sword in hand!

His actions were beyond everyone's expectations, without any hesitation or hesitation. His figure drew a sharp trajectory in the air, like a meteor cutting through the night sky.

Without any hesitation, Wei Yue launched his desperate move and went straight towards Shangxie, as if he was going to save Gu Qinglan at all costs.

However, at the moment Wei Yue tried to jump onto the stage, everyone was shocked to find that what they didn't know was that the captain had already laid a barrier on the battlefield.

This discovery was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.

Wei Yue's sword energy, which was his secret skill in two lifetimes, was ruthlessly pushed away by the reaction of the mechanism barrier. His figure was like a kite with its string broken, falling to the ground helplessly.

Yun Lanlan witnessed all this from the side, and her heart seemed to stop beating at that moment. Her eyes were fixed on Wei Yue lying on the ground, complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

She stood in a daze, instead of rushing forward without hesitation as before, helping him up and giving him comfort and care.

This time, her steps were heavy, and her heart was full of doubts and uncertainties. A guess gradually emerged in her mind, and she didn't move for a while.

After what happened to Wei Yue, everyone realized that it was impossible to interfere in this bloody battle of life and death.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was enveloped in a heavy atmosphere.

Everyone is thinking and weighing.

But they all knew in their hearts that the outcome of this battle might have been predetermined, and all they could do was wait for the verdict of fate.

And on that high platform filled with the smell of blood and death, Shangxie faced Gu Qinglan's tragic situation and just smiled gently. There was no emotion in that smile, as if everything was under his control.

His smile was as calm as when he first entered the venue, without any ripples.

The vine that carried Gu Qinglan's heartache slowly retracted as if it had completed its mission. Its movements revealed a cruel elegance.

The coercion that had just blocked the sky and sun, like the tranquility after a storm, dissipated in an instant, leaving everyone with only deep fear and shock.

Only then did everyone realize that Shangxie's strength was so terrifying. It was easy for him to kill a disciple from the lower spirit world who was at the twelfth level of the Xuan Order... What kind of power was this, what kind of deterrence? !

It turns out that in this spiritual world flying boat, as long as the captain gives an order, the lives of these foreign disciples are like grass and can be harvested at will.

This sense of powerlessness and despair spread quickly in everyone's hearts like a cold current.

I don’t know who was the first to kneel down first, but soon, a large number of disciples from the lower spirit world knelt down, silently expressing their submission and fear.

The captain looked at the scene in front of him and clapped his hands. The applause seemed particularly harsh in the silent air.

Under the mask, the captain raised his lips. He felt quite proud. He enjoyed the power to control the fate of others.

He was enjoying this tragedy directed by him, and every disciple who knelt down was proof of his power.

"Shen Qianzhong, Shen Qianzhong, I wonder what you would think if you were alive and saw this scene today?"

Looking at the corpse-like Gu Qinglan in the field, the captain was a little distracted: "Brothers are fighting each other and killing each other. Isn't this what you want to see?"

The captain's whisper was like a wisp of smoke, quietly dissipating in the air without anyone noticing.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Qinglan, who was lying quietly in a pool of blood. She was so quiet and lonely, as if the noise of the whole world had nothing to do with her.

The eyes of the twelve elders were full of complex emotions, including regret, anger, and helplessness.

They looked at this disciple who was once full of vitality and hope, but now he was lying on the cold ground, the breath of life gradually dissipating, but there was nothing they could do...

"What a good disciple... I have feelings and righteousness, I have flesh and blood, I dare to do what I want..."

"It's a pity that Ni Lin touched this old man again and killed him..."

There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in the elders' words.

Yan Chitian stood on the high platform like a silent sculpture. His smile was like the warm sun in early spring, warm and gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible chill.