Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

The raging flames concealed Fu Ling'er's disappearing figure, and no one knew that Fu Ling'er was no longer there.

At this moment, it was very difficult for Ye Shuo to perform this move. The divine power in his dantian had been drained. Although he was exhausted, his scarlet eyes flashed with crazy determination. He wanted to watch Fu Ling'er turn into ashes and disappear completely in front of him.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.

A sharp pain that seemed to tear his head apart came without warning! This pain was no less painful than being tortured to death, and his fragile nerve defenses were instantly broken, leaving him completely defenseless.

"Ah...ah..." Ye Shuo felt as if there was a big hand kneading his brain fiercely, as if countless steel needles were piercing deep into his brain at the same time, and as if a raging flame was burning his cerebral cortex.

He subconsciously hugged his head, trying to use his hands to relieve the unbearable pain, but it was no use. Every touch only made the pain more sharp and piercing, causing him to utter low and painful groans.

Then with a "bang", he fell to the ground and rolled over.

"Ah...help...help me,"

Fu Ling'er's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and she looked at him coldly as he twisted, rolled, and roared on the ground like a maggot.

"Help...Help me!" Ye Shuo's weak and trembling voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul, carrying endless pain and despair.

His body had long been devoured by the severe pain and was unable to move. It felt like poisonous insects were gnawing at his mind, making his life worse than death.

At this moment, he had already lost the ability to perceive his surroundings. Only the most primitive and instinctive desire to survive drove him to continue making these weak cries for help.

His consciousness and vision were blurred, one hand was waving around unconsciously, and his condition seemed as if the fire of life was about to be extinguished.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and his lips were bleeding from being bitten. He clenched his teeth again, trying to use the last bit of strength to resist the unbearable pain, but it was all in vain.

As time went by, Ye Shuo, who was in a trance, began to experience all kinds of strange hallucinations. He saw himself in darkness, surrounded by a terrifying dark atmosphere. Or he was in a huge vortex, spinning non-stop, but could not find the exit. These illusions followed him everywhere, making him feel extremely scared and helpless. However, despite this, he still did not give up the hope of seeking help, and those miserable cries became his only weapon to fight against death.

Feifei's mental attack is indeed extraordinary.

"Feifei, thank you. It's all thanks to you this time, otherwise I would definitely be injured."

"Master, as long as you are okay, I will be very happy. Master, I am very tired. I will go to rest first. Master, please be careful." Feifei's weak voice sounded. It was obvious that Feifei was also risking her life this time, mainly because the master had never been in danger like today.

"Okay, Feifei, thank you for your hard work. You take a rest. I will take care of it." After saying that, Fu Ling'er turned her gaze to the painful Ye Shuo again.

After Feifei withdrew her mental attack, Ye Shuo's head, which was about to explode, finally stopped aching. But the remaining power of the severe pain was so great that his sweat-soaked body trembled continuously and he gasped like a dead dog.

"How does it feel? Is it very sour and refreshing?" Fu Ling'er leaned over and stared at Ye Shuo who was breathing heavily.

"You...devil,"

"Hey, it's too late to say anything now. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You have already guessed your own fate. Remember to take a detour when you see me in your next life. Oh, no, you don't have a next life." After she finished speaking, Fu Ling'er's delicate wrist suddenly turned, and with a swift wave like a gust of wind, the God-killing Sword in her hand slashed across Ye Shuo's neck at lightning speed.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, as if the air was cut off. However, surprisingly, when the tip of the Sword of the Fallen God just touched Ye Shuo's skin, there was no blood splattering. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world became unusually quiet.

After a while, a stream of scarlet blood slowly flowed out from Ye Shuo's neck. At first it was just a trickle, but soon it started to flow like a flood. The bright red liquid flowed down his neck, staining his clothes red, forming a shocking picture, and soon it flowed all over the floor.

Ye Shuo's eyes widened with astonishment and disbelief. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes, and it was even harder for him to accept this fact.

Ye Shuo was a well-known figure in the Three Heavens. But he didn't expect that a single thought could cost him his life.

He stared at Fu Ling'er, trying to find a hint of answer or explanation in her eyes, but all he saw was indifference and determination.

The bitch Fu Ling'er was already dead, so he flew up and charged into the crowd of black-clad people who were fighting fiercely.

With the addition of Fu Ling'er, Mie Ya Hua Ban Yu and the others were like being assisted by God.

Da Kui, who was fighting, took the opportunity to look around, and suddenly, he saw Ye Shuo lying on the ground motionless, with blood staining the ground beneath his body red.

He realized that something was wrong and his face turned pale instantly.

"Master," Da Kui struggled to break free from the sharp claws of Huabanyu and rushed towards Ye Shuo.

Da Kui opened his eyes wide and picked up Ye Shuo's extremely heavy head with horror. When he saw the pale face in front of him that was completely bloodless and had lost all life, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

"Master! Please wake up! Please don't be in any trouble! Please open your eyes and look at your subordinates!" Da Kui shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with endless fear and despair. He desperately shook Ye Shuo's body, trying to wake up his master, but it was all in vain.

"No... No way... How could the master leave like this?" Da Kui could not accept this cruel reality. He had followed his master since he was a child. When his master died, he seemed to have lost his backbone and drifted to the other side like duckweed.

Tears flowed out of my eyes like a flood and rolled down my cheeks.

Suddenly, Da Kui turned his gaze to the figure that was dodging and moving quickly among the fighting crowd.

The hateful gaze was like a substance, turning into a sharp blade and shooting towards Fu Ling'er in the crowd.

The next moment, Da Kui rushed towards Fu Ling'er's back, the sharp knife in his hand flashing with an icy light, and stabbed straight into Fu Ling'er's vest.

Suddenly, I heard a sound of breaking air behind me, and I scanned with my spiritual sense.

Oh, you came just in time.

He dodged to the side, turned his wrist quickly, and slashed with the sword fiercely.

Da Kui was stunned, the knife in his hand froze in mid-air, he covered his bleeding neck with one hand, and died with his eyes open.