The black hole swirling in front of the little gourd was constantly shaking and shaking, showing signs of collapse at any time, while blue light and clouds of multicolored smoke were still surging wildly into it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Ling clenched his teeth tightly, his expression looked extremely hideous, and the carbonized skin was almost completely indistinguishable from the original appearance of a person, only a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen like a violent beast, blood water continued to emerge from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and then rolled and dripped down.

He almost relied on his will to insist, desperately squeezing every trace of vitality in his body, even if he was already in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Divine Yuan Realm, but under the crazy operation of the Nine Xuan True Technique, there were still wisps of vitality that he pulled out of the five internal organs and dantian.

The eight veins of the Qi Sutra, which connect the five internal organs and the acupuncture points around the body, began to collapse one by one with the withdrawal of the vitality, and then the two main veins of Ren Du were soon shattered into nothingness with the extraction of the last trace of vitality.

This was followed by the collapse of the dantian, and the internal organs lost the protection of their vitality and also collapsed one after another.

"Poof~~"

Yang Ling, who was floating in the air, opened his mouth again and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was shaky, and his bloody eyes showed a trace of apology and a bitter smile, it seems that this time he is really dead, and the system protection after the consummation of Samsung has been used by himself, and no one will come to save him if he really breaks his throat.

In the blood-blurred vision, she vaguely seemed to see her mother's shadow, she seemed to be very dissatisfied with herself, and complained angrily: "You are so old and still not married, look at Yang Xu and Zhang Peng, her son and daughter are about to be able to walk." ”

In the chatter, his father looked at him sympathetically beside him, and then turned around to chop wood with his head bored;

Then it was Yang Xu who was holding his nephew and waving to him, "Call the second uncle, the second uncle is so powerful, when you grow up, you will go with him to cultivate immortals." ”

Ding Cong was sitting on a huge chair that was super invincible, his red cloak was dragging on the ground, a galaxy was surrounding him, holding a blood-red staff in his hand, and he said in high spirits: "Second brother, should we conquer that universe next?"

The shadows of Dou Yuntao, Gao Wenfeng, and Yu Qiang came and went one after another, laughing or scolding one by one, affectionately cursing him for having a son and not having a child, and promising them that they would not come for so long.

Then two women held hands, wearing snow-white floor-length skirts, with flower crowns, delicate faces, graceful figures, and low V collars, revealing two tall jade peaks that were also full and snow-white, swaying and swinging, one of them said shyly: "Xiaoling, sister and Linlin will marry you together today, and we will double cultivate together every day in the future, and grow old with you......"

In the sinkhole, the little gourd vibrated wildly, and the black hole continued to shake, while Yang Ling stood dumbfounded, a trace of saliva mixed with blood dripping from his mouth.

The shadows of two women walked through his body from the blood, and behind him was a woman, petite and exquisite, with a beautiful appearance, with a crystal hairpin on her head, as if an elf had come into the world, a pair of pure and flawless big eyes, with a hint of stubbornness and coldness, the snow-white and full breasts shook gently under the suspenders, and the short skirt only covered the root of the thighs, which was obviously in a really empty state, she was holding a pitch-black long knife in her hand, which was completely out of proportion to her figure, "Master, Yukiko will be by your side forever, you are my will!"

Ice and snow, cold wind raging, in an ancient room, there is also a woman, pretty starry, the same bumpy body, a snow-white dress sets off her like a peerless independent snow lotus, but she is kneeling on the cold ground, is clasping her hands together and praying sincerely, a red gaze hangs down from between her hands, gently swaying in the cold wind.

"Yang Ling...... Yang Ling ......"

The sound of nothingness sounded in the void, constantly echoing in his ears.

"Xiaojing ......"

Yang Ling, who was crumbling, suddenly shook his body, and a bright light flashed in his blood-red eyes, looking at the space in front of him that was rumbling like the end of the world.

"No, Lao Tzu can't die yet~"

Yang Ling suddenly roared, turned his hand and took out an egg-sized purple-red item from the ring, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking.

"Boom~"

The thing melted in his mouth, turning into a river of lava that rushed into his stomach and then exploded into countless streams that surged through his body like a volcanic eruption.

Purple-red rivers burned, extended, and rushed left and right in his body, enveloping him like an endless net.

The little vitality left in the Divine Sea Cave was instantly scorched away by the magma that burst in, and the vague divine soul also began to burn, and there was nothing left in his mind at this time, only purple-red flames, like a sea of fire steaming up a hundred-meter-high flame.

The Divine Spring had already been burned to the ground, the Divine Lake had long since dried up, and the black Soul Suppression Tower was bathed in flames, constantly devouring streams of flames into it, and then spewing out from Yang Ling's forehead and pouring into the small gourd.

The black vortex gradually stabilized, and the small gourd slowly stopped vibrating.

The tornado formed by the convergence of multicolored ionic smoke and blue light still roared wildly into the black hole.

Although the scene was stabilized, when Yang Ling was in pain, life was worse than death, and the burning pain of his soul had long been uncontrollable, and he kept wailing to scratch his head, to plan, to tear, trying to pull this flame out of his mind, and a large piece of carbonized skin was torn off by him, the skin was open, and the blood was like an infusion.

But the divine soul is a void thing, and the purple-black flames can only be felt by the divine soul, so even if Yang Ling pulls off his head, the flames will continue to burn.

At this time, any pain in the world could not describe Yang Ling's feelings, he no longer had any thoughts, he just wanted to die immediately, only by dying, he could be freed from this painful and heart-burning pain.

The greatest pain in the world is not that you can't stand the pain, but that you can't do it if you want to die, that kind of helplessness, that kind of despair, the torment of not being able to hold on for a second, even the strongest people will collapse.

He who was roaring to live just now had already thrown this thought out of the clouds, and if anyone could kill him immediately, he would definitely be grateful to that person's eight generations of ancestors.

A propeller on the head of the stick whirred and hovered behind Yang Ling, watching Yang suddenly hold his head and wail, mad masochism, a large piece of skin and flesh on his head fell off to reveal Bai Sensen's bones, and immediately rushed up to hug his arm: "Boss, boss, what's wrong with you?" (To be continued.) )