My wife?
That bastard Yelu Mo Ran actually took Master by force... How dare he!!!
Wu Qiongcang couldn't hold it in any longer, a fishy and sweet taste surged up, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of sticky blood plasma.
The next moment he began to struggle desperately.
The formation immediately suppressed him.
The black air transformed into silk threads that were densely packed into his body, cutting his flesh into pieces, and the skin and flesh still holding the temperature of the human body fell off.
However, without waiting for the bones to be exposed, Wu Qiongcang did not hesitate to expend his cultivation and immediately activated his spiritual power to heal himself. Then he laughed more and more crazily, but in return he was suppressed more fiercely by the formation. The way Wu Qiongcang dealt with it was to expend his cultivation again to heal himself without hesitation.
Time and again, this happened over and over again. The blood in Wu Qiongcang's body was like an inexhaustible spring, constantly gushing out without stopping.
The blood pooled under my feet grew from a small puddle to a shallow pit, and now it is above my feet and ankles... The air is filled with the thick and pungent smell of blood.
But Wu Qiongcang seemed to feel no pain and continued to struggle.
Struggling like this without regard for one's life, he is simply a madman.
That’s right, he is a madman, a madman who doesn’t care about his life - at least he wants Yelu Moran to think so.
Aren’t you going to refine me and use me as the center of the formation?
Come on, do it quickly, while I'm still alive!
——Only by becoming the core of the formation could he break this tricky formation at the fastest speed.
The master was raped by that bastard Yelu Moyan, and no one knows what kind of torture he is suffering. He has to go out and save the master quickly!
Wu Qiongcang struggled even harder, and the soul-locking chain that pierced his shoulder blade began to suppress him. It was as red as a branding iron, burning not only his soul but also his skin and flesh. One could clearly see that the white bones were gradually turning as black as ink.
Wu Qiongcang almost had the words "I don't want to live anymore" written on his face.
Yelu Moran finally realized his intention, the smug look on his face froze, and he sneered: "Want to die? Humph, how can that be possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red light suddenly burst out from the pool of blood under Wu Qiongcang's feet, climbed up his body like a spider web, and then wrapped him tightly.
Yelu Moyan, that bastard, is finally willing to start. If he doesn’t take action now, he’ll be in so much pain!!!
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