The figure could only pray that Lu Henge had better luck and survived Meng Po's clutches: "I definitely can't save you. It depends on whether the Dao rhyme of the Taoist sect can save your life."
The figure shook his head helplessly.
Next second.
The figure slowly disappeared.
......
By the Lethe River.
Song Mingdao was always alert to his surroundings and observing Lu Henge's condition.
The death energy that Lu Sheng left on Lu Henge was showing signs of dissipating, and the ancient aura on the ancient sword was also showing signs of exhaustion.
Although the ancient sword has a sword spirit, since it has recognized its master, the strength of its power is naturally related to Lu Hen Ge.
Lu Hen Ge is currently unconscious.
The ancient sword also seemed to be struggling.
not to mention.
This is the underworld.
The rules and order of this space can only accommodate the existence of forces such as death and corruption, while forces like the breath of living people and the breath of antiquity will be rejected.
As one grew, the other grew weaker. The ancient sword began to tremble slightly, and the ancient aura that enveloped Lu Hen Ge was also gradually weakening.
"It won't take much longer."
Song Mingdao was anxious.
This feeling of powerlessness is really uncomfortable, but Song Mingdao really can't do anything.
"The Bagua Mirror must be awakened!"
Song Mingdao couldn't help but clench his fists.
Song Mingdao turned his head and looked at the surface of the Wangchuan River. Below this river were the Eighteen Levels of Hell, and he felt uneasy.
just in case.....
What if Lu Sheng cheated him?
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