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The suffocating kiss forced Di Gong Loujue to groan, but Ling Mochen still didn't let him go, vowing to rub him into his body and swallow him, the already dying Gong Loujue was crushed by Ling Mochen. The kiss almost fainted.

This, unlike the usual Ling Mochen, who completely overwhelmed Gong Loujue with panic, he began to silently recite the demon puppet formula in his heart, Ling Mochen sensed a slight fluctuation, and finally let him go, but said:

"In your current physical condition, you simply don't have enough demon power to activate the demon puppet art."

After saying that, he pushed him away, got up and walked slowly outside the life-shielding hood, but outside the life-shielding hood, there was thunder and lightning, and the power of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation remained undiminished and became more and more rampant.

Gong Loujue fell on the muddy and scorched ground, and crawled towards Ling Mochen little by little, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only move a few inches away, even so, he also desperately moved forward crawling.

His heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he called out Ling Mochen's name one after another, his lungs convulsed in agony, and he coughed and vomited blood.

"Cough...cough cough...Hengzhi...no..."

Ling Mochen turned his head and looked at each other with tears in his eyes. He finally said to him:

"Take care of our children."

At the same time as stepping out of the life barrier, Ling Mochen drew his sword out of its sheath. The dragon scale sword can channel the catastrophe. He wants to break through the formation with his own power. All the blocks are blocked.

The dragon soul in the Dragon Scale Sword was summoned by Ling Mochen, roared and charged into the clouds, and was about to disperse the dark clouds that covered half of the sky. Actually forced several thunderbolts into the clouds.

As the saying goes, those who are soft are afraid of those who are hard, and those who are hard are afraid of death. Seeing such a lifeless style of play, Di Gonglou Jue is terrified, but he can only watch helplessly. His body is almost stretched to the limit, and his fingers have further faded. , The sharp fox claws were revealed.

At this moment, Ling Mochen only hated that his cultivation base could not be stronger. Excessive cultivation base and spiritual power consumption made him gradually feel exhausted, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat, which he forcibly suppressed.

Taking advantage of the weakening of the formation, he used his remaining spiritual power to lay another layer of barrier outside the life-prevention hood that was about to burst, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

But the new round of catastrophe did not give him a chance to breathe. He roared and rained down several thunderbolts, which were about to strike Gong Loujue. Ling Mochen soared into the air and threw all the bright yellow talisman papers in his arms .

In the chaos of light and shadow, the power of thunder and lightning was consumed, and there was a dull mournful sound. The bright yellow talisman paper turned into confetti and flew all over the sky, like a butterfly flapping its wings in disorder and dying.

With the muffled sound of his body landing on the ground, Ling Mochen fell from a high altitude and fell heavily on the ground. There was severe pain in his back, and the shadow in the sky was reflected in his lost eyes.

The Dragon Soul finally lived up to his expectations, dispelling the dark clouds and leaving only a thin layer, unable to gather the power of the formation to harm Gong Loujue.

The sound of thunder gradually faded away, and the dragon soul whimpered and huddled beside Ling Mochen. He touched the claw of the dragon soul with his fingertips with difficulty. Mo Chen's lips trembled and said:

"Let's go back."

"Woooooo..." the dragon soul whimpered and hid itself into the sword body.

"Eternal! Eternal!"

Gong Loujue struggled to climb to Ling Mochen's side, and hugged him into his arms, but blood continued to flow from the corners of Ling Mochen's lips, followed by blood oozing from the nasal cavity and ears.

Ling Mochen's face was very white, but the blood was dazzlingly red, and the blood that was still warm quickly puddled under him, staining his robe.But he made a wry smile. It seemed that Yunxuan saved him for nothing, and he consumed the blood that was sent to him in less than an hour.

"Don't cry..."

Gong Loujue was talking in his ear, but he couldn't hear clearly, only Gong Loujue was crying like a child, her beautiful and flawless face turned into a tabby cat crying, and she was not afraid of being laughed at.

He reached out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, but he raised his hand halfway, but finally dropped it powerlessly, and the moment he closed his eyes at the end, it was the tear-stained face that was distorted by the extreme pain.

Is this the end of everything?Gong Loujue didn't dare to cry, and hugged Ling Mochen in a daze for a while, subconsciously, she knew very well the consequences of forcibly cracking the Heavenly Tribulation Formation.

"Big brother!"

When Yun Chuxiao arrived, he found Ling Mochen who was described as dead in Gong Loujue's arms. He looked at all this in disbelief, surrounded by scorched land, and in front of him was a pool of blood, whom he hadn't recognized in the future. Brother, he grabbed Gong Loujue's shoulders and roared:

"What happened to my elder brother? Let me ask you! What happened to him?"

Gong Loujue seemed to have lost her soul, her terrified eyes were full of despair, and when the despair deepened, she became crazy. When Ling Mochen closed her eyes, the immobilization technique was automatically released.He suddenly hugged Ling Mochen tightly, stretched out his index finger, tremblingly stood on his lips, and made a silent movement.

"Shh... don't make noise, Hengzhi is asleep."

As he spoke, he gently patted Ling Mochen's back like coaxing a child to sleep, shaking his body slightly, coaxing:

"Sleep, we'll go home when we wake up...go home..."

Seeing this, Yun Chuxiao's legs went limp, and Murong Xuan beside him quickly supported him, "Yun Xuan, cheer up!"

He said Ling Mochen, who was close to Gong Loujue's arms, just stretched out his hand, but Gong Loujue slapped him away forcefully, "Don't disturb him!"

Murong Xuan was startled, and took a closer look at Gong Loujue, and found that his eyes were dull and his expression was abnormal, and said:

"Gong Loujue was greatly stimulated...Crazy?!"

"You lunatic! Return my elder brother!"

Yun Chuxiao cursed angrily, and reached out to snatch Ling Mochen, but Gong Loujue bit her arm hard.

"You crazy dog!"

Yun Chuxiao raised his palm to push him away, and the two wrestled together. Murong Xuan took the opportunity to check Ling Mochen's injuries, and the moment he put his hand on his wrist, his heart suddenly twisted, and his face turned pale .

"Humble, how is my elder brother?"

"Big...Senior Brother, he...has no pulse..."

"No... no pulse?! What does no pulse mean?" Both Yun Chuxiao and Gong Loujue stopped their scuffle at the same time.

Murong Xuan took off his outer robe and covered Ling Mochen, and said with deep sorrow:

"Brother, he...is dead..."

"You dare to say that word again! This king will destroy your entire clan! Get out! Get out! Get out of here!"

Gong Loujue was completely driven crazy. He stared fiercely at Murong Xuan with red eyes, broke free from Yun Chuxiao's obstruction, and hugged Ling Mochen by the waist, but staggered and fell to the ground. Even when he fell, he protected Ling Mochen and didn't let Ling Mochen fall.

"Don't let him take Big Brother away!"