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Xie Daozhen hurried into the room, embraced Lu Wuhui who was on the jade couch, and pressed his forehead against Lu Wuhui's, and his brows met.

Almost instantly, Xie Daozhen's face changed, the Lingtai was in severe pain, as if a sword and bayonet were stirring, all the spiritual power in his body was boiling, pouring into the Lingtai, bloodstains appeared between his brows.

"Lu Wuhui!" Xie Daozhen's anxious and worried voice echoed in Lu Wuhui's altar.

Lu Wuhui's altar was full of ominous and weird blood, Xie Daozhen couldn't see any clarity, and couldn't find Lu Wuhui either.

The last bit of innocence of the three holy mountains between Lu Wuhui's eyebrows flashed in his heart, Xie Daozhen resisted the backlash brought by entering Lu Wuhui's altar, hugged Lu Wuhui tightly with both arms, and found Lu Wuhui's body trembling slightly.

"Thank you Daozhen?"

Lu Wuhui's voice sounded.

The scene of the Scarlet Lingtai suddenly changed.

The desert of the Western Regions is full of yellow sand, a round of red sun is falling in the sky, the desert is burning, the sun shrouds the sky and the earth, and not far away, the black sea creates huge waves, and the sand wet by the sea turns into black rain and falls.

Opposite him, Lu Wuhui was dressed in black, standing with his hands behind his back, and the gaze he cast was chilling.

"Come here." Lu Wuhui on the opposite side said.

Xie Daozhen didn't move, he looked around, lowered his eyes, and the long sword slowly appeared in his hand.

The long sword is green and green, cut like willow leaves blooming at the beginning of spring, surrounded by cold white mist, Xie Daozhen's hand on the hilt of the sword collapsed to slightly white, and the protruding muscles and bones can be clearly seen.

Seeing him like this, "Lu Wuhui" on the opposite side laughed instead, and said hoarsely: "Kill you, Batian is the son of destiny."

Xie Daozhen raised his eyes, strangely calm, and said slowly: "You are not Lu Wuhui."

"Lu Wuhui" smiled strangely, "I am him."

The sword light lit up, and the rays of the sun were all dissolved in the blue light raised by the long sword. The black sea surged, and half of it was reflected in dark green and half in maroon.

While fighting "Lu Wuhui", Xie Daozhen kept the aftermath of the battle between the two within a certain range to protect Lu Wuhui's altar.His state is higher than that of Lu Wuhui, and he can still suppress "Lu Wuhui" with one mind and two purposes.

Seeing that Xie Daozhen couldn't be killed, "Lu Wuhui" blinked his eyes, and his body quickly melted into a bloody mist, condensing into a slender silhouette.

The blood-colored mist keeps gathering, becoming more and more solid, and the blurry outline is getting longer and thinner, approaching the "line"...

Naturally, Xie Daozhen would not allow this change to continue, and immediately swung his sword to attack, but the bloody mist was invisible and qualityless, and the sword energy could not be shattered.

Xie Daozhen frowned, and instead used magic to bang.

The weird changes continued.

The brows of Xie Daozhen's body left outside were already bleeding, flowing slowly, leaving exactly the same bloodstains on his and Lu Wuhui's faces.

The "line" finally took shape, and the blood light kept jumping on it, as if to open a pair of eyes, but the last step was still unsuccessful, as if someone was holding the line tightly, making it taut, unable to be a demon anymore.

Seeing this, Xie Daozhen broke open the illusory "Desert of the Western Regions" in one fell swoop.

He was still in the original place, there was no bloody mist around him, and an indescribable bloody light, like a snake, twisted and circled his hand.

"Kill you!"

"Kill you!"

Xie Daozhen heard countless overlapping roars, as if he had infinite hatred for him.

Such a strong killing intent was almost like soul pollution.

As long as he wavered a little, he would be convinced that Lu Wuhui wanted to kill him.

"I have killed many times already." Xie Daozhen said.

And at the end of the bloody light, Xie Daozhen finally saw Lu Wuhui's soul hidden in the altar.

Lu Wuhui's soul brow has been pierced by bloody light.

"I... live for Tyrant..."

"He... is my everything..."

"..."

The bloody light continued to emit strange fluctuations, and Xie Daozhen also heard those contents.

A piece of shiny colorful fragments is constantly flying around the landing without return, jumping up and down.

Without hesitation, Xie Daozhen held the fragments of the mirror of the valley, and used his own soul as the fuel of the mirror of the valley.

The shards of the Gushen Mirror suddenly shook, and the dazzling brilliance illuminated the entire altar, and the blood was suppressed a lot.

And Xie Daozhen held Gu Shenjing's right hand, and it became illusory at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gu Shenjing became brighter and brighter, broke free from Xie Daozhen's illusory right arm, and rushed into Lu Wuhui's eyebrows.

Lu Wuhui's closed eyes trembled slightly, and slowly opened. When he saw Xie Daozhen, his eyes flickered, and his eyes were fixed on Xie Daozhen's right arm. He instantly understood what price Xie Daozhen had paid.

"Let's go." Lu Wuhui struggled to squeeze out a word, and the blood was crazily piercing into the center of his brow again. His gaze changed several times, and he let out a maddened roar, and his expression also changed accordingly. Sometimes he was crazy, sometimes painful, and sometimes complicated .

After a long time, Lu Wuhui raised his hand, pressed it on Xie Daozhen's face, and pushed hard.Xie Daozhen took advantage of the situation and buried his face in Lu Wuhui's palm, looking at Lu Wuhui without blinking.

"Wait for me outside."

Xie Daozhen said: "Okay."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned forward, ignoring Lu Wuhui who suddenly changed color, and put his lips on Lu Wuhui's forehead.His already illusory body has lost another third, only one picturesque face is still intact, other limbs are missing a part, covered by the illusionary robe, only the empty sleeves can be seen .

Xie Dao is insane.

Lu Wuhui never expected that Xie Daozhen would actually give up one-third of his soul to him. After losing his mind, the emotion that appeared in his heart was not happiness, but anger.

"Xie Daozhen!" Lu Wuhui's voice became hoarse for some reason, and he pushed Xie Daozhen away forcefully, "Get out of here."

"Yes yes yes." Xie Daozhen said, not caring about Lu Wuhui getting angry.It is quite rare for Lu Wuhui, who is always expressionless, to get angry.

With a low laugh and gentle eyes, he said softly, "Listen to you, I'm leaving."

After watching Xie Daozhen's figure disappear, Lu Wuhui's face fluctuated for a while, and finally turned expressionless, and started a new round of tug-of-war with the bloody light.

Xie Daozhen returned to his body, his pale face was as white as paper, but his cheeks were flushed, he wiped his face, it was full of blood flowing from the center of his eyebrows.

When he got up, he staggered and brought Lu Wuhui's body down on the couch.

Cold sweat drenched his whole body, his spiritual power was disordered, and his soul was damaged. Now even a handyman in the foundation establishment stage could kill him who was weaker than ever before.

Lying on the couch for a while, Xie Dao really couldn't bear the blood on his and Lu Wuhui's face, struggled up, took out a handkerchief from Lu Wuhui's sleeve, and wiped the blood on Lu Wuhui's face carefully.

"Yu Nan Nourishing Cream, isn't it?" Xie Daozhen took pleasure in bitterness, poked Lu Wuhui's pale face, and found a small jade bottle from the purse Lu Wuhui was wearing around his waist.

"It's a must for beauty in the Western Regions." Xie Daozhen sighed with a smile, unplugged the jade bottle, and sniffed it lightly, "Sure enough, it still smells the same."

He poured some on the palm of his hand and wiped it on Lu Wuhui's face.

At this moment, Lu Wuhui's eyes opened.

Xie Daozhen's hand was held down by Lu Wuhui, slowly pulled down, and placed on his heart.

"Daozhen, you are so kind to me." On the jade couch, the young man lying flat said, his pupils turned a faint red, and the light symbol between his eyebrows was half red and half white.