Fragments of light scattered all over the place, and Li Jiutuan was already in pieces.
After Li Jiutuan self-destructed, Yun Zhongjun felt the excruciating pain, which instantly overwhelmed him from all directions. The golden red rope of marriage was like a vine, densely occupying his chest.
It tightly surrounded his heart, strangling it until it was bloody and bloody.
He had never been as heartbroken as he was today.
There is a difference between hearing about the death of a loved one and seeing them die in front of you.
He tried to piece together Li Jiutuan's soul. As long as he could roughly piece together the true picture, he could move his body and nourish his Qi. In ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years, he would still be able to see his master.
But he couldn't do it.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch any fragments of Li Jiutuan's soul.
As incompetent as a mortal trying to catch quicksand.
Yun Zhongjun felt that he was in great pain, with severe pain all over his body, and his heart hurt the most. It felt as if someone had used iron claws to dig it out, including the skin and flesh, and dragged it out from his bones and chest. Then he used a blunt instrument to pierce his chest, and crushed his wounds hard until the blood flowed and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Is this the lust of mortals?
He had never felt so unforgettable before.
Behind him, Wang Xiaotai took out a piece of golden marriage thread and twirled her fingers to weave a beautiful bow.
This is her gift to Yun Zhongjun.
Yun Zhongjun is willing to let these spider-like love threads spread and grow in his body. The stronger these marriage threads grow, the more he feels that he feels those nihilistic love.
By the time Wang Xiaotai activated these golden marriage threads that bound him, he already felt that his body had become as stiff as a puppet. The invisible marriage threads were wrapped around his body, and the thin threads were like the limbs and feet of some kind of insect. It stabbed into his limbs, and the stinging and numbness hit him continuously. He was frozen in place, unable to move.
Behind him, Wang Xiaotai stared at him amid the interlacing of blood and shadows. His gaze was like a knife, like the reflection of the lone moon reflected in the breeze on the river, or like the light of a sword falling from a snowy mountain. It was clear, clear and penetrating. It seems to be able to shine through people's hearts.
Yun Zhongjun felt a sharp pain in his heart. He had tried to repair Li Jiutuan's hidden injury at all costs, but he could no longer hold it down. He could feel that there was something wrong with his body, his soul was trembling, and he was vomiting blood.
Some things were like magma in the bottom of his heart. Before the volcano erupted, he could still endure the heart-gnawing heat.
But once it erupts, it can no longer be controlled.
The Yuan Shen is the foundation of all life in the world. If the Yuan Shen is destroyed, life and breath will also be extinguished.
Yun Zhongjun performed countless soul-chasing techniques in an instant, but there was no news from them all.
There is no more master in this world, nor is there that little scholar, that regent, that Li Jiutuan who, despite his allure, would not replace Li Jiutuan.
Yun Zhongjun thought of the day when the regent died. The whole city mourned the regent. The coffin was carried through the streets and the pale flags were flying in the wind.
In the funeral basin on the hearse, the paper money burned brightly, and the ashes flew all over the sky like bees.
Yun Zhongjun still didn't believe it and murmured: "Master?"
"Master?"
No one answered, so I called again, "Master?"
There is silence between heaven and earth, like a tomb.
Yun Zhongjun could no longer bear the torture and pain. He raised his head to the sky and trumpeted, the mountains and forests shook, and the beasts were dormant and did not dare to move rashly.
His day fell from the sky.
The rest of his life will be filled with only long nights of silence.
Yun Zhongjun howled angrily, "You hate me like this! Do you hate me like this! Master!"
Yun Zhongjun gritted his teeth, "I don't want to do what you want, I want to be a rebel. Even if you die, you can't hide from me!"
Yun Zhongjun gathered strength between his palms, and slapped his own head with one palm. He actually wanted to commit suicide and reenter the reincarnation, searching for the thread left by heaven for Li Jiutuan, and entangled him endlessly in life after life.
He didn't know if Li Jiutuan had an afterlife, but fortunately he didn't want to live in this life anymore. The sea of people was sinking, and there would always be a day when he would meet again.
The power of this palm was extraordinary, Yun Zhongjun was rushing to kill himself with one blow.
But this resolute palm was stopped by Wang Xiaotai.
"Don't leave, Yun Zhongjun, the matter between you and Senior Brother is over, but we have just begun."
Wang Xiaotai gently took off Yun Zhongjun's palm from her head.
"Elder brother is dead, but there is still something left of him in this world. Don't you want to?"
"I have Senior Brother's sword here..." Wang Xiaotai pulled out a sharp sword, "Do you want it? This is Senior Brother's favorite thing in the old mother's palace. This sword is the same as the big sword." Senior brother is with me every day, and if I transform into a human form, I'm afraid I can get some of the charm from senior brother."
Wang Xiaomo's pair of golden eyes slowly rotated, and the honey-like golden and dense divine power slowly enveloped Yun Zhongjun, unusually gentle.
The golden thread of marriage in Yun Zhongjun's body slowly tightened. This feeling was so strange. He had never experienced such a feeling before. It was as if his internal organs could not be controlled by himself, but were manipulated by others. He felt so sad and sad. It became substantial, like dense vines, quickly shuttled, spread, and circled under his skin.
It was entrenched in his blood vessels and meridians, twisting hard, and his heart was beating hard.
Suddenly my heart hurts so much.
It hurt so much that he could barely breathe or think.
The moment he looked up at Wang Xiaotai, Yun Zhongjun's eyes were dyed a fiery golden color. He swallowed unconsciously, feeling thirsty for no reason. He could only look at those eyes and listen to her words. Only then will the strange sadness be relieved.
Just listen to her.
Yun Zhongjun thought, he was ready to die anyway, and such sadness was too uncomfortable.
Just listen to her.
Yun Zhongjun nodded, he wanted it so much. Master's sword must be full of Master's sword intent and flavor.
"If you want it, cut off your leg and replace it with me."
"I have a lot of good things here that I can give to you and exchange with you."
Yun Zhongjun looked down at his legs. They were useless legs. They couldn't catch up with the master anyway. Running for so many years was in vain. Such a waste could actually be exchanged for the master's sword. It was really a big profit.
Yun Zhongjun cut off his own leg without hesitation and threw it next to Wang Xiaotai.
"sword."
He stretched out his bloody hand and asked Wang Xiaotai for help.
Wang Xiaotai kept her word and threw the sharp sword into Yun Zhongjun's hand.
Yun Zhongjun immediately held it in his arms as if he had found some treasure, for fear of being snatched away.
This is Master's last sword in this world.
If you lose it, Master will be angry.
One leg, two legs, one hand, two hands, all the muscles and veins in his body were pulled out by Yun Zhongjun himself, and he exchanged the clothes worn by Li Jiutuan with Wang Xiaotai.
Even when Wang Xiaotai asked him for his heart, Yun Zhongjun's hands were trembling and he suddenly cut it into his chest. With the harsh sound of tearing bones and flesh, he held out a precious heart with blood all over his hands and body. The beating, steaming heart was held up in amusement: "Look, look...this is my heart. I give my heart to you. You step on it, poke it, chop it into pieces, You can do whatever you want with it. Then give me Master’s sachet, okay? Could you please Master not to hate me..."
At the end of the day, Yun Zhongjun had cut himself off until only his head was left. Li Jiutuan's favorite snack was in his mouth. His head was nestled next to Li Jiutuan's clothes. His eyes were blinking and he was looking at Wang Xiaotai with vigour. , looking forward to what she would come up with in exchange for him.
"Tell me, senior brother, would he be a little happy to see you in such a mess? After all, he hates you so much."
"Will he feel any pity when he sees you?"
Will it?
Yun Zhongjun looked at Wang Xiaotai, unaware that his thoughts had already been controlled by Wang Xiaotai. He thought that all the decisions he made today were his own.
Wang Xiaotai smiled and nodded.
Yes.
For that little bit of mercy and that little bit of happiness, Yun Zhongjun also laughed, and the remaining head also chose to self-destruct and turned into a pile of fly ash.
He chose the same way of death as Li Jiutuan.
Under the confinement of numerous formations, no matter Li Jiutuan or Yun Zhongjun, anyone who dies in this Seven Emotions Transformation God Formation will never be reincarnated again.
Wang Xiaotai held the life chart in hand and forcibly ended the entanglement between them.
In front of the Nantian Gate, the bells rang wildly, indicating the death of a god.
Many immortals know today that gods also die.
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