"Return Senior Brother Xiao Yi's Nascent Soul!" The Blazing Sun Sword pointed directly at the gaping maw in the middle of the black claw, and a crimson flame transformed into a dragon shape and rushed towards the black claw.
"Haha, a cultivator's nascent soul is the most nourishing. My children are enjoying it so much, how could they possibly spit it out?" He Gao laughed sinisterly, accompanied by a ghostly laugh that was eerie and sinister.
Only then did Bi Xie notice what was being chewed in that gaping, blood-red mouth.
It was a tiny person, or more accurately, a tiny person who looked exactly like Xiao Yi Zhenjun. The tiny person's head had been chewed up, and its two kicking legs gradually stopped moving. It was then slurped into the mouth by the bloody tongue.
That is the nascent soul that a cultivator produces after forming their nascent soul.
If the nascent soul is still intact, the cultivator is not completely annihilated. He can be reborn in the future by seizing another body or other methods. But if the nascent soul is also lost, then the cultivator is considered to have completely perished.
Sure enough, not long after the little man was sucked into the tongue cavity, Xiao Yi Zhenjun's eyeballs became more and more bulging, and his whole body trembled as if he was enduring great pain.
A moment later, the tiny nascent soul was completely digested. Before even letting out a scream, True Lord Xiaoyi turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated into the air.
"Senior Brother Xiaoyi!" True Lord Xieyang roared, his expression filled with sorrow and anger. "Hegao, prepare to die! I want you to pay for your senior brother's life!"
"Haha, we'll see if you have the ability!" A wild laugh echoed from within the black mist.
Bi Xie stared blankly at the vanishing spiritual light for a moment, then saw Xie Yang Zhenjun struggling to hold on to the black claws, gripping the ruthless scythe with a cold gaze, his heart churning.
He Gao wants to take Ji Gui away; his enemy should be her.
But Xiao Yi Zhenjun became her scapegoat.
She owes Xiao Yi Zhenjun.
Although she did not expect that Xiao Yi Zhenjun, who was also in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, would perish so quickly at the hands of He Gao, Xiao Yi Zhenjun did arrive in time to save her from danger when she was being chased by He Gao.
Bi Xie's expression was indifferent, and the Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand gleamed with rings of black spiritual light.
She doesn't like owing favors to others.
She wanted to kill Hegao.
Hegao must die!
With the Celestial Venerable Chongyu dead, only that person can quell this turmoil...
Bi Xie knew her own strength. If she rushed forward now, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock. And within the entire Golden Light Sect, only that person could subdue He Gao.
"Ancestor, you are no match for him. Return to the ground first." The merciless scythe struck the back of the claw. It was clearly a wisp of black mist, but it seemed to have encountered something solid and indestructible, producing a "clang".
The True Lord of the Setting Sun was already exhausted. Although he took a few Spirit-Replenishing Pills, his spiritual power could not be replenished in a short period of time.
After fighting Hegao for only a short while, he was drenched in sweat and covered in wounds. His usually straight back could no longer be straightened.
The voice of the Setting Sun True Lord was sorrowful, yet resolute: "Feng Xie, the Golden Light Sect has suffered this calamity. The One-Night True Lord is dead. There is no one in the Golden Light Sect who can match He Gao anymore. You must quickly disperse the disciples of the various peaks and lead them to other sects for refuge!"
"Great Ancestor," Bi Xie was about to approach and continue persuading when a wisp of black demonic energy suddenly detached from the black claw and clung to him like a bone-deep affliction.
Bi Xie's expression changed drastically. The black demonic energy actually condensed into a beautiful face, which sinisterly laughed and cried at her, "Husband, am I not beautiful enough? Why do you want that slut instead of me? Why—"
"I've given so much, I've been your slave, doing your laundry and cooking for you, bearing your children, and yet you betrayed me! You even stole my hairpin and gave it to that bitch!"
"You even let that bitch lie on the mandarin duck pillows I sewed myself! You shameless dogs, I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
As Bi Xie stared at that face, which was sometimes beautiful and charming and sometimes ferocious and terrifying, her heart pounded. She thought that she had experienced the world of vampires and that her heart was strong enough.
But now, her heartbeat, pounding with fear, tells her that her heart is not strong at all!
The merciless scythe, upon touching the beautiful woman's face, felt less like striking steel and more like cutting into a ball of cotton. The entire blade seemed to be sucked in, along with her hand...
Bi Xie was startled and quickly let go of his hand.
The beautiful woman asked softly and shyly, "Husband, is this sickle a gift for me? I love it so much. This is the first time you've given me something since we got married..."
"I remember the last time you gave me something was on my coming-of-age ceremony. You gave me a comb, which I really liked."
Bi Xie had no idea who the beautiful face was talking to. He let the face talk to itself, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, and anxiously looked in the direction of the Setting Sun True Lord.
He was chased around by the claws and had no chance to fight back.
It was only a matter of time before they were defeated.
Having lost his ruthless scythe, Bi Xie now only had the Lotus Heart Burning Spirit Fire left to use. Without hesitation, he released the Lotus Heart Burning Spirit Fire and struck the beauty's face.
The Lotus Heart Burning Spirit Fire consumes a great deal of spiritual energy. After using it for only a short while, Bi Xie felt that half of the spiritual energy he had just replenished had been lost again.
However, the Lotus Heart Burning Spirit Fire is clearly effective on beautiful faces.
The beautiful woman suddenly burst into a blood-curdling wail: "Husband, husband, please don't hit me! Please don't hit me! Husband, please, don't hit me! It hurts so much! Ah... Husband, husband, please stop! The silver is at the bottom of the mahogany box, sob sob..."
"Husband, you can't gamble anymore, you can't gamble anymore, husband, please, please don't take away the last of our money, husband, waah..."
The pitiful cries eventually turned into gritted teeth and resentment: "I'll strangle you, strangle you, go to hell!"
"Ah, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it feels like I'm on fire..."
Blood suddenly seeped from the two large, black eyes on the beauty's face. Whether it was the blood or not, the beauty's face looked even more terrifying. She lunged at Bi Xie with bared teeth and claws, chanting, "Die! Die, all of you! Hahaha!"
The beautiful face formed by demonic energy was close in the blink of an eye. Bi Xie gasped. This was not a beautiful face at all, but a broken face that had been stitched up countless times.
The demonic energy stirred up a gust of wind, making a hissing sound, and the surrounding air was stirred up into countless vortexes. Just as Bi Xie was about to use the Water Wave Step, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
She looked down and saw several thin, black needles, as fine as cow hair, stuck in her chest.
As she looked down, several black needles grazed her cheek, and beads of blood immediately rolled down her cheek.
The beautiful woman became even more frenzied upon seeing the blood droplets, letting out a piercing laugh. The black needle embedded in Bi Xie's chest began to draw blood, creating a bizarre scene.
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