Straight man's goddess system

He Wei's body froze suddenly upon hearing this sentence.

But he didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to make a sound, his chest seemed to be burned by flames, the heat kept rising up, making his nose sore, his eyes were hot, it seemed that if he took a breath, tears would fall.

But, no.

He Wei suppressed his emotions to stabilize the trembling Jie Ling Xianyi. It's not over yet, no, it should be said that it has just begun.

Jieling Xianyi touched the blood residue, and this fierce sword immediately burst into a strong light. Because of Zhu Yuan's previous guidance, He Wei also learned some superficial, but he can't be as strong as Zhu Yuan, he can only use The gentlest way.

The aura was converted into the purest fire spirit and blood spirit, and the repulsion of the blood residue was indeed reduced. He Wei no longer hesitated, swept the blood residue and forcibly pulled it out. The next moment, he felt the resistance of Ling Yunyi's soul body ,It's now!

When Ling Yunyi relied on instinct to fight for the fighting spirit, He Wei injected all the spiritual energy in his body into it.

At the same time, Ling Yunyi's body turned completely ice-cold.

he died.

He stopped breathing, his heart was still, and there was no breath of life. In an instant, a huge fear hit He Wei's brain, making him almost unable to think.

Shang Mo's voice lingered in his ears: "You really can't be judged by appearances, I didn't expect you to be so cruel."

He Wei was silent.

"That's why." Shang Mo smiled sarcastically, "People's hearts are fickle. He was in the dark but he only had you in his heart. You were soft and kind but ruined him with your own hands."

Shang Mo approached He Wei, staring at him with snake-like cold eyes: "So beautiful but so disgusting... Tsk tsk, it really suits my taste."

He Weiyi looked at him motionlessly.

Shang Mo smiled at him: "It's a pity, I'm also very interested in your fighting spirit, so... you'd better die together."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and strangled He Wei's neck, and then a dense black mist rose up, surrounding He Wei's body.

The black mist seems to have countless tiny tentacles, densely covering He Wei's body, forcibly pulling his fighting spirit out.

This feeling is really heart-wrenching.

He Wei felt the pain that Ling Yunyi had just endured, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Fortunately, he saved him from having to suffer.

He Wei took a deep breath, gathered the little spiritual energy left in his body, and then activated the spiritual skill that killed Ling Yunyi just now.

The Ice World Flower suddenly bloomed, and its fine filaments were entangled. Under the condensed power of the water spirit, it became a clear ice arrow, and then pierced into his heart with a thunderous force.

The sharp pain hit overwhelmingly, even though he had died many times, He Wei still couldn't adapt.

It's not scary after death, it's nothing more than disappearing completely, but the moment of death is really terrible.

The nostalgia for life from the body, the pain that every cell is screaming, at this moment, the nerves are about to burst.

He Wei gritted his teeth, and when he was in a trance, he saw a blood-red light rising into the sky.

The murderous sword is bloody, reappearing in the world.

The fire spirit entangles the blood spirit, and the scarlet blood is burning with flames, with a seductive color and rich aura, only surrounded by a sharp long sword.

Shang Mo was startled for a moment, then raised his head suddenly, the long sword whizzed towards him, slashing towards him with unstoppable momentum.

With such a fast speed and such a powerful force, there was no way for Shang Mo to hide, there was no way to avoid it, the long sword pierced through it, and the fiery red light pierced into a dark black mist.

Shang Mo's body turned into a cloud of smoke. He was originally a soul body, and unlike ordinary Shura clans, he didn't need a body to carry the wraith, so no matter how fierce the attack was, he couldn't hurt him.

Although this fierce sword is domineering, but just like this, it can't hurt him.

But what shocked Shang Mo was, why did this Dou Ling become conscious?

Dou Ling is a dead thing. When the host dies, it will return to the original state, and it is absolutely impossible to have autonomous consciousness.

But the Dou Ling in front of him had obviously lost its host, but it still didn't die. Not only that, it could even attack on its own.

This is simply beyond imagination.

However, something that surprised him even more happened.

The attack of the fiery red long sword remained unabated, even though Shang Mo had returned to his soul body, he still came to kill with precision, pierced through the thick fog, and brought a bright tail light, like a falling meteor from the sky, sweeping the sky A crack was drawn.

I have to admit that it is indeed ferocious, but Shang Mo is not afraid at all.

Even if it can destroy the world, but he can't hurt him!

However, he can devour him!Such a wonderful Dou Ling is really rare to see in a thousand years, if he is devoured... Shang Mo can't help thinking, can he also have such a strong power?Will he be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help getting excited. Although he didn't have such a deadly attack, his ability was to devour fighting spirits. No matter how powerful the fierce sword in front of him was, it couldn't stop the fact that it was just a spirit body. There is no fighting spirit that he cannot devour!

Groups of black mist whizzed over, like dark clouds covering the sky, suppressing from top to bottom in all directions.

The red light is dazzling, the black mist is deep, and they are glued together in an instant.

He Wei still had a sliver of consciousness. He raised his eyes and looked up. Although he knew the ending, he still couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

What if Ling Yunyi loses?

After all, the current Ling Yunyi is no better than the one in "Dead Man". This is the first time he is compatible with Dou Ling. Will he be able to unleash enough power?Can it withstand the erosion of Shang Mo?

But for the next moment, he didn't have to worry about it.

The long sword surrounded by black mist suddenly exploded with shocking power, and the blood color circled, and the inside of it formed an astonishing black and red color because of its excessive concentration.

The flame burned to the end and turned into a white awn, and the blood color became black and red when it was extremely deep.

And on top of these two strands of aura, a terrifying and powerful coercion came over the sky. It was a black color that was thicker than the black mist. With an ambition capable of devouring all things.

No matter what, Shang Mo never expected that this Dou Ling didn't have a self-awareness, but merged with the soul.

The man just now didn't die, he actually attached to Dou Ling and survived!

This thought just flashed, and then a strong consciousness swept over, Shang Mo was not subject to the sanction of the spiritual power between heaven and earth, but he could not resist the erosion of the same soul body.

Just a little bit of astonishment, but a huge flaw was revealed, the dark consciousness had already surrounded him, and then ruthlessly tore him apart.

The demise of the soul body is a complete disappearance, Shang Mo even had no time to react, and had already lost his own consciousness.

Above the main hall, the black mist hovered rapidly, like a deep vortex, silently rotating, compressing, condensing, burning to the extreme white light, thick to the depths of blood, and finally absorbed into this dark and boundless black hole .

All the light has dissipated, and under the excessive density, there is pure blackness that makes people tremble.

The next moment, the vortex stopped rotating, and the black sky slowly condensed. After a phantom, a slender man came from the sky.

In the dilapidated temple and the silent tomb, he was dressed in black and his hair was like splashed ink. Only his delicate skin exuded an almost morbid paleness.

He Wei looked at him, his heart ached to the extreme, and he couldn't tell whether it was physical pain or mental pain. He just felt that he couldn't bear it for even a second.

But in the next moment, he walked up to him and gently pulled him into his arms. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were as delicate and gentle as those who treat lovers: "He Wei."

Whispering, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing an extremely bewitching smile. His handsome face made it impossible to look directly at him, but the darkness in his eyes was so deep that it made people feel cold.

He Wei stared at him blankly, and with the last bit of strength, said his name: "Ling Yunyi."

Ling Yunyi lowered his head, rubbing his cold lips against his mouth, as if he had finally found a lost treasure, cherished it, and expressed his emotions straightforwardly, "He Wei, you are mine, only mine .”

The lingering whispers made He Wei's heart go cold. He took a deep breath, and with the sharp pain in his chest, he finally couldn't hold on to his consciousness.

"I'm sorry." No matter what, it's my fault for you.

As soon as the words fell, his soul had already left his body.

Freed from the pain in his body, He Wei floated in mid-air, looking down from top to bottom.

In the grand hall, his body had already closed his eyes, and the frost had frozen the body that was about to melt, but Ling Yunyi still hugged him seriously, putting all his emotions into the cold body.

It doesn't matter who you are or what you want to do.

It doesn't matter what secrets you have, what ideas you have.

Even if you betray me and kill me, it is absolutely impossible to escape from me.

You are mine, even death cannot take you away.

"Life after life," Ling Yunyi kissed him obsessively, "I will imprison you here."

He Wei woke up from the chaos and returned to his body.

On Qingluan Peak, above the Lingquan, He Wei sat in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

He couldn't tell how long it had passed, and he didn't know where he was. When bursts of cold water vapor brushed over his skin and sank into his heart, He Weicai slowly woke up.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar cave, the pale smile of the black-haired man suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the next moment, complex emotions surged up violently, and He Wei finally lost control completely, gritted his teeth and cried.

There was no sound, but tears poured out like crazy, as if the thread had been broken.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Apart from these two sentences, there was nothing left in his mind.

Almost at the same time, Song Duanyi, who was practicing in closed doors, opened her eyes suddenly.

His cultivation has suffered a great loss these days, but the hidden lines buried for many years cannot be mistaken. He raised his hand and summoned Dou Ling. The black feather fan tore apart the space, and a flowing picture appeared out of thin air.

Song Duanyi narrowed her eyes slightly, and with just a light sweep, she could see clearly.

Shangmo has been swallowed up, and the Shura Hall in the capital of the underworld has changed hands.

The man standing in the temple had a black robe hanging down to the floor, black hair spread out, and a pair of black eyes that were dark and boundless, but his appearance was very handsome and extremely young. Although his complexion was pale and morbid, he had a fatal attraction. That kind of darkness and paranoia makes people feel chills in their hearts, but they can't help but want to touch them, even if they will degenerate into demons in the next moment.

It was Ling Yunyi, who actually devoured Shang Mo!

Song Duanyi stood up suddenly, his expression was unpredictable, he glanced and saw the person in Ling Yunyi's arms.

White clothes and snow skin, looks extremely beautiful.

But these are not enough to attract Song Duanyi's attention, what makes him unable to move his eyes away is.

This woman is only seven or eight percent similar to He Wei.

If it weren't for that exquisite body curve, he would have decided that this person was his only apprentice!

However, He Wei could not be there.

Song Duanyi waved his feather fan, the scene in the sky disappeared, and he also stood up.

Ling Yunyi had to devour Shang Mo, but he didn't expect it would be so early.

Is it because Shang Mo is too weak, or Ling Yunyi is stronger than he imagined.

Closing his eyes, Song Duanyi was silent for a long time, until he opened his eyes again, his light-colored pupils were already indifferent.

Although it was ahead of schedule, it did not deviate from the track after all.

As for Ling Yunyi's ability, he will slowly test it out.

If the mind is disturbed, it will be counterproductive to practice forcefully. Song Duanyi looked at the time, then got up and walked towards Lingquan.

Although He Wei returned to his original body, because of the shock he received before, he not only overdrawn the two fighting spirits to a high degree, but also forcibly used the fragile spiritual realm. At the last moment, he even transferred all the spiritual energy in his body to Ling Yunyi, At that time, the physical body was destroyed, but under such willful and reckless actions, the damage to Dou Ling would not disappear.

His crying made him even more confused, weak-willed, and unable to control himself, the spiritual realm that he had finally created collapsed quickly, and the fairy clothing and ice world flowers surged one after another, which accelerated the destruction of the spiritual realm.

As soon as Song Duanyi arrived at Lingquan, he noticed something strange. He quickened his pace and arrived at the top of Lingquan in an instant. He couldn't take his eyes off after just one glance.

The thin boy curled up on the ground, the hair crown fell to one side, the long hair spread out, and the soft black hair almost covered the whole body. His body was trembling very lightly, and there seemed to be some faint moans.

Song Duanyi watched quietly, his light-colored eyes gradually deepened, until he felt the abnormal fluctuations of spiritual energy, he suddenly came back to his senses, strode forward, and pulled the boy into his arms, but what he saw was his white Glittering tears on the cheeks.

His heart beat violently, and an indescribable strange feeling rose rapidly, controlling his mind almost instantly.

Lose, gain, possess, never let go.

Countless dark emotions enveloped his heart in an instant, and in that trance, he even wanted to push him to the ground, forcefully enter him like this, occupy him fiercely, let him know that he belongs to him, and can only belong to him, cannot……

The next moment, Song Duanyi suddenly closed his eyes and quickly collected his thoughts.

It took half an hour before he calmed down.

Is it a love flower?

It's not it, it's...

Song Duanyi frowned, then shook her head, impossible, absolutely impossible.

It is impossible for He Wei to leave here, there is no chance at all.

But... Song Duanyi's mind flashed the girl's appearance.

"Hmm..." The boy in his arms snorted out of pain, Song Duanyi finally regained his composure, he raised his hand to press on his heart, and the cool water slowly flowed in, instantly calming the restlessness in the boy's body.

Song Duanyi couldn't help being startled by this spiritual exploration.

What's going on here?

The originally stable Dou Ling was restless, not only the Jie Ling fairy clothes were shaking constantly, but even the arrogant Bing Shihua appeared and trembled slightly in the filaments.

Song Duanyi was in charge of the spirit of water, so he was able to appease the Holy Spirit of the Ice Tribe, but as he was combing slowly, he discovered something strange. The spiritual skill of this Ice World Flower had already been activated?Is it difficult for it to successfully take shape?

It is not easy for two fighting spirits to transform into form at the same time. If there is no one to protect the law, it will hurt their lives.

Because the situation was too dangerous, Song Duanyi paused her thoughts and concentrated on sorting out.

He Wei's body was very chaotic. Dou Ling's restlessness was due to the lack of spiritual energy. After he slowly injected water spirit, he finally calmed down Jieling Xianyi and Bing Shihua, but he easily discovered this crossing spirit. Wei's realm has improved so much.

Before retreating, he was still at the stage of transformation, but now the ability to carry spiritual energy has reached the stage of spiritual realm.If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have a spiritual realm in his body, Song Duanyi would have thought that he had broken through the ninth stage of transformation and entered the first stage of the spiritual realm.

Although this place is full of aura, no matter how full it is, it can't compare to the Gorefiend Jungle.But even if He Wei is in the Gorefiend jungle, it is impossible to break through to the spiritual realm in such a short period of time.

What's more, He Wei didn't leave this place one step.

So, why?

Song Duanyi frowned and looked at the boy in her arms seriously.

From the very beginning, he felt that there were many secrets in him, but he didn't expect that there would be so many, so many that even he couldn't see through them.

Dou Ling was calmed down, and He Wei's body felt comfortable, but he still didn't wake up, his eyes were closed tightly, his lips were pale, and although he was in Song Duanyi's arms, he was still curled up unconsciously.

Song Duanyi stroked his back, trying to comfort him, but when she looked down, she saw that his face was already full of tears.

There wasn't even a sound, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down. The fair skin, the crystal water droplets passing by, became more delicate and smooth.

By coincidence, Song Duanyi reached out and tapped his face lightly, tears stained his fingertips, and he put it to his lips, the bitter taste spread in his mouth, at that moment, he seemed to have felt his thoughts.

Fear, fear, and deep regret.

What happened?

Song Duanyi hugged him carefully, lowered her head slightly, and said slowly, "He Wei?"

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of scaring him, but even such a low voice still made He Wei's body tremble violently. He clenched Song Duanyi's hand tightly, and after feeling the familiar breath, He Wei suddenly panicked, his mouth trembled slightly, and he made a very soft sound.

Song Duanyi looked at him fixedly, her rosy lips moved slightly, and the words she said could not be heard with the ears, but they couldn't hide it from people who were good at speaking.

"Ling Yunyi, I'm sorry..."