Tears dripped down Tianyu's face, and Jinglan kept shaking her head: "Don't die, I will never care about you and Luo Ling again, don't die, don't die!"

"I beg you, please don't die, okay?"

Listening to Jinglan's crying voice, Tianyu tried hard to smile. He wanted to act funny and entertain people like he used to, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any sound.

The black mist continued to spread from his wound, and soon completely corroded his vocal cords. Tianyu had no choice but to open his eyes wide and take one last look at Jinglan before the black mist spread to his eyeballs.

Sheng He gently closed Song Jinzhi's eyes. She looked around. There were many elders who had just come with Tian Yu, but only a few were still standing.

Fortunately, perhaps because of the barrier, no more monsters poured out of the broken hole in the mountain protection formation.

Sheng He raised her wrist, and the leaves of the Biluo grass tightly hooked her fingers. She untied the grass ring from her wrist, and two Biluo grasses instantly turned into their original form and lay on her shoulders.

The two little rascals looked at each other, and at the same time leaned close to Sheng He's ears, and they seemed to say something.

The voice was so soft that Sheng He couldn't hear it clearly.

Two snow-white flowers fell into Sheng He's palm, and Sheng He slowly put the flowers into his mouth.

If you eat the petals of the blue grass, your cultivation will greatly increase.

She seemed to hear the sound of the green grass.

What they just said was: We are companions, please stop using that technique that hurts your body, we will help you.

The spiritual power in her body continued to surge, and the five clear and bright spiritual roots were tightly wrapped together. Sheng He's cultivation level skyrocketed, from the middle stage to the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. In just a short moment, she had already advanced two small realms, and only stopped when she reached the great perfection of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

"Senior Sister Yun, help me."

Yun Qianshan nodded. She sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the white jade pipa to her chest, and gently plucked the strings with her bare hands. Suddenly, a low and long sound of music came out.

The Demon Lord stared at his severed right hand in rage. He became even more furious when he heard the music. He covered his injured right arm and struck Yun Qianshan heavily with the black and gold spear.

“Bang!”

The spear was blocked by a wall of water, splashing water everywhere. Sheng He flew up and grabbed the spear that was deeply stuck in the water wall.

The Demon Lord's hands and feet were immediately tightly entangled by a double layer of flames. Even if he turned into a ball of black mist again, the flames would still follow him and hold him tightly.

Veins bulged on Sheng He's hands as he pulled the spear out of the water wall and threw it fiercely at the Demon Lord.

Seeing this, even though his whole body was burning with flames, the Demon Lord couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You want to kill me with my gun?"

The spear suddenly stopped just before approaching the Demon Lord, and the tip of the spear slowly turned and pointed at Sheng He again.

But before the spear could completely change direction, Sheng He summoned the Dragon Roar Sword and kicked the hilt of the Dragon Roar Sword hard.

The Longyin Sword immediately stabbed towards the spear at a high speed. When the tip of the sword touched the spear, several vines suddenly grew out. These vines entangled the spear, causing it to change direction in an instant.

Engulfed by the enormous force, the spear pierced through the black fog and pierced the Demon Lord's neck.

The Demon Lord's eyes widened slightly and he covered his neck in disbelief.

"you……"

Before he could finish his words, the Dragon Roar Sword pressed against the spear and pierced his neck again. The raging fire around his body suddenly rushed over and he was soon engulfed by the flames.

Sheng He didn't look at the Demon Lord again. The Dragon Roar Sword returned to her hand again, and she slowly walked towards Zhao Yanran while dragging the sword.

Zhao Yanran felt something was wrong. She had just asked the system, and the formation was complete, so she couldn't escape at all.

Why? It shouldn't be like this!

The system clearly said that Sheng He was only in the early stage of transformation at this time, so how could he defeat the Demon Lord so easily!

Zhao Yanran looked at Sheng He who was getting closer to her and subconsciously took a few steps back.

But soon, she found that her feet were entangled by something.

It's a vine.

Zhao Yanran set off a fire with shaking hands, trying to force back the vines like before, but the fire would be extinguished immediately once it touched the vines.

"A Yuan, did you kill him?"

"What...what is it, A Yuan...Sheng He, I was wrong, please let me go, I will never..."

Zhao Yanran was still saying something when Sheng He raised the Dragon Roar Sword and chopped towards Zhao Yanran's head.

Amulet of substitution.

Sheng He looked at Zhao Yanran's body which suddenly caught fire, his expression unchanged.

She turned around and approached Zhao Yanran again with sword in hand.

"I'll ask again, A Yuan, did you kill him?"

Zhao Yanran appeared on the other side, panting heavily. She covered her chest with lingering fear and kept asking the system in her mind.

"System! Don't I still have more than 200,000 points? Please help me exchange them for items that can be used to deal with Sheng He!"

The system also hurriedly searched in the mall, but it was just a strategy system, and Sheng He had already reached the great perfection of the Spirit Transformation Stage. These props were either useless to Sheng He or could not hurt Sheng He at all.

Finally, before Sheng He's sword chopped down again, the system exchanged an armor for Zhao Yanran.

Sheng He, who was bounced away, tilted his head and looked at the golden protective gear that suddenly appeared on Zhao Yanran's neck in confusion.

Is this another masterpiece of the system?

Sheng He gathered all his spiritual power into the Dragon Roar Sword, raised the sword and slashed at Zhao Yanran's neck.

“Bang!”

The golden armor was broken in an instant, and the remaining force blew Zhao Yanran's body to pieces.

Or a substitute.

Sheng He picked up a piece of debris on the ground.

Turned to look at Zhao Yanran.

When Zhao Yanran used the substitute talisman, she killed her.

Use one card to kill once.

She didn't believe that she couldn't kill all the substitute talismans.

Until the end, Zhao Yanran was out of breath, and her eyes were full of fear when she looked at Sheng He.

Sheng He picked up the rag doll on the ground, looked at it, threw it aside, and walked slowly towards Zhao Yanran.

"I killed it! I killed the mermaid, okay? Please let me go this time. I know I have done many things to let you down, but I didn't do it on purpose! Do you really have to kill me?"

Zhao Yanran burst into tears. Sheng He had chased her and tried to kill her more than fifty times. She had used up all her points. Even the scapegoat puppet was given to her on credit by the system. If she died again, the system would have to create another body for her. By then, all her cultivation would be gone, and she would have to start all over again.

Zhao Yanran cried so hard that her face was covered with tears and snot. She looked so pitiful, but Sheng He was not moved at all.

She raised the sword and chopped off Zhao Yanran's head with one stroke, and Zhao Yanran's crying stopped abruptly.

This time, no strange talismans or dolls fell. Zhao Yanran's eyes widened as she looked at Sheng He in fear.

Before her soul left her body, an intense burning sensation suddenly spread throughout her body. Zhao Yanran watched in horror as the raging fire burned her body, and then the flames gradually infected her soul.