Wu Shattered Star River

North of the Desolate Ancient Mountains, ten thousand miles away, within a mountain valley.

An old Witch-Demon race elder sat cross-legged in the middle of an altar, which was covered with various bizarre runes and a great deal of scarlet blood.

More than a dozen sealed ferocious beasts were placed around the altar.

At this moment, the blood within those ferocious beasts was slowly flowing out, converging into the altar.

Red and black lines continuously roamed across the altar, like hideous little snakes.

The runes on the altar flickered, the entire altar dimming and brightening, filled with an eerie and treacherous aura.

Standing next to the altar were four Dao Harmonization experts, two Demon race Dao Harmonization experts, as well as one Desolate race and one Underworld race.

The Demon race Dao Harmonization experts had probably seen this kind of array before, and their faces did not show much emotion, only looking at the Witch-Demon race elder with anticipation.

The Desolate race and Underworld race Dao Harmonization experts were somewhat alarmed by what they saw.

Fortunately, setting up this kind of altar required a large number of rare divine materials, and only one Demon race expert understood this kind of curse killing technique.

If all the Demon race Dao Harmonization experts knew it, and the altar was easy to set up, then they could easily curse and kill all the other races' Dao Harmonization experts, and the Demon race might be able to unify the world.

The altar had been activated for two incense sticks of time, and the Desolate race Dao Harmonization expert became a little impatient, asking, "What's the situation? Is Jiang Han dead yet?"

The two Demon race Dao Harmonization experts outside were not clear about the situation and looked at the Witch-Demon elder sitting cross-legged inside the altar, who did not open his eyes.

After waiting for a moment, he let out an old, hoarse voice: "Jiang Han is inside the Death God Palace, and he has also entered a strange space, the curse killing technique has been greatly weakened."

"However… he has been hit! If there are no accidents, he will undoubtedly die! Don't worry, wait!"

The Desolate race and Underworld race Dao Harmonization experts exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up, and the faces of the two Demon race Dao Harmonization experts also showed excitement.

The Witch-Demon race elder would definitely not lie, because it was meaningless, and since he believed that Jiang Han would definitely die, then the matter was basically stable.

As long as Jiang Han died, then the several races would have eliminated a great hidden danger, and also avenged those dead Dao Harmonization experts.

"Then I will first send a message to Holy Venerable Ling and the others to inform them of the situation!"

The Desolate race Dao Harmonization expert took out a spirit insect to send a message, and the Underworld race Dao Harmonization expert also took out a spirit insect, saying, "I will also report to Holy Venerable Ming Po."

The Desolate race and Underworld race Dao Harmonization experts both had their own little plans in mind.

If Jiang Han died, the Death God Palace would naturally be ownerless.

Which race could obtain the Death God Palace would greatly increase its strength, as this thing was a treasure that could easily trap and kill Dao Harmonization experts.

After waiting for a moment, the dozen or so ferocious beasts near the altar had been sucked into dried corpses.

The Witch-Demon race Dao Harmonization expert frowned and said, "Release another thirty ferocious beasts, this Jiang Han kid's life is really tough, he has been persisting all along.

Hmph… I want to see how long he can last?"

The two Demon race experts next to him quickly released one bound ferocious beast after another from their spatial treasures: these were all Entry Dao level ferocious beasts, with sufficient vitality, very suitable for replenishing the altar's energy.

"Buzz ~"

Thirty ferocious beasts were placed next to the altar, and a large amount of blood flowed out of the ferocious beasts' bodies, the altar's light increased, and it felt like its power had increased several times… …

… …

"Ah — —"

Inside the Heavenly Beast Cauldron, Jiang Han was still rolling around in pain, his body already dyed red with blood, and the nearby ground was full of blood.

His face had become distorted, and not much blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

Because his blood was almost drained.

This curse killing technique was too powerful, Jiang Han had thought of many ways, but none of them had any effect.

Because those Yin and evil energies could not be dispelled, and most importantly, his soul power was disordered and runaway, causing him to be in excruciating pain and completely unable to control his body.

He felt his life force was rapidly draining, felt that cracks had appeared in his soul, had reached the verge of collapse, and he had already smelled the aura of death…

"Old Bu, Old Bu…"

He opened his mouth with difficulty: "If I die… you find a way to refine the Death God's Scythe… you take the Death God Palace and escape… you don't care about the affairs of the Human race… you go back to the Chaotic Abyss…"

Hearing Jiang Han's words, Bu Shi's eyes were filled with tears, and his face showed a tangled look.

He had also thought of many ways, but could not give Jiang Han any help.

Those Yin and evil energies were too strange, he could not help expel them, and could not stop the energy from entering Jiang Han's body.

He could only watch Jiang Han suffer, watching Jiang Han's blood drain away bit by bit.

"Young Master, hold on!"

Bu Shi said with a sob: "This old servant is thinking of a way, you hold on, your fate is incomparably precious, you will definitely not die, you must believe in this old servant's divination ability!"

Jiang Han barely showed a smile on his face, but it felt even uglier than crying.

He slightly opened his eyes, which were full of dirty blood, and his eyes had become scattered, feeling like he could die at any time.

His lips moved slightly, and he said with difficulty: "I feel… I can't hold on anymore… Old Bu… thank you for your following these years… I may have to disappoint you…"

Jiang Han really felt that he could not hold on anymore, and his soul might explode at any time.

The Heavenly Beast Cauldron had not moved for a long time, which meant that the Heavenly Beast Cauldron could not help him either.

He also probably understood.

The Heavenly Beast Cauldron could help him block soul attacks, that was when other energies attacked his soul.

Now it was his own soul power that was disordered and runaway, how could the Heavenly Beast Cauldron help him?

If the Heavenly Beast Cauldron could not help him, then no one could save him.

Bu Shi understood many wonderful divine powers and techniques, but could he help him stabilize his runaway soul?

Running out of blood was a small matter, the destruction of the physical body was nothing, he could reshape his physical body.

If the soul exploded, even the gods and Buddhas could not save him.

Bu Shi watched Jiang Han's aura become weaker and weaker, and his eyes become more and more scattered, and he closed his eyes in pain.

He did not speak any more, pondered for a moment, and a look of determination appeared on his face.

He suddenly laughed and said softly: "Young Master, this old servant never regrets following the master and you, being able to follow the master and you is this old servant's honor."

"Your fate is immeasurably precious, and you cannot be defeated here.

With this old servant here, how could I let anything happen to you?"

"Young Master!"

Bu Shi took off his ring and threw it next to Jiang Han, saying: "This is this old servant's spatial ring, inside there is a scroll of animal skin, that is the safe route to travel within the Chaotic Abyss.

If you go to the Chaotic Abyss, you must follow the route I gave you."

"Buzz ~"

A raging fire suddenly ignited on Bu Shi's body, but the smile on his face became even brighter.

He stared at Jiang Han, smiling and saying: "Young Master, if one day you see the master, please tell him, this old servant misses him very much."

"Buzz ~"

The tortoise shell behind Bu Shi automatically detached, and became illusory, shining with dazzling divine light.

Then the flames on his physical body became more and more intense, and his body gradually turned to ashes.

Bu Shi's body turned into ashes, but the tortoise shell was not burned down, but became brighter and brighter, shining with a ten thousand zhang golden light.

"Boom!"

The huge tortoise shell was buckled down, covering Jiang Han, wrapped inside the tortoise shell.

"This… …"

Shi Yunshi, Xin Yueheng, who were far away, were dumbfounded, Bu Shi actually immolated his physical body?

What was he doing?

Was he sacrificing himself to protect Jiang Han?

"Could it be…"

Yueheng seemed to remember something, he murmured: "This is the ultimate divine power in the legends of the Celestial Mystery race— Celestial Mystery Cover?"

"Pfft ~"

At the moment when Bu Shi's tortoise shell was about to cover him, in the mountain valley ten thousand miles north of the Desolate Ancient Mountains, the Witch-Demon race elder sitting cross-legged in the altar spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes suddenly opened, his face full of disbelief.

His face became extremely ugly, and he muttered: "The Curse Soul Chain has been cut off! Who is it? Who can cut off the Curse Soul Chain! Almost, just a little bit! Jiang Han's soul was about to collapse, all efforts were in vain, damn it… …"