With the sound of heavy breathing, the saint gritted her teeth and spoke.
But Ranran didn't hear any weakness or obvious pain from it.
Even if the chains grew out of her flesh and blood, the saint had no intention of bowing to the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord walked forward and gently pressed the saint's cheek with his wide palm, which only caused the saint to turn his head disdainfully.
The Demon Lord stood up with a distant face, and his black sleeves, like Liuhua, gently brushed across the saint's cheeks, bringing a black fog-like wetness.
Ranran saw him rubbing his fingers that had just touched the saint's cheek expressionlessly, and then whispered.
"You won't hurt if you don't struggle, but obviously..."
"You have never been like this."
The next second, the Demon Lord pinched tightly. The saint's chin narrowed his eyes as if he was scrutinized.
"The taste of this chain is no less than a thousand cuts on others, but for you... it should not be considered a pain."
"After all, you have always been good at enduring pain."
The saint struggled hard, but the Demon Lord's fingers clamped her tightly like iron castings, making her unable to move.
"You have been willful since childhood, and I don't restrain you. I let you do whatever you want, so that you have developed such an unscrupulous personality."
"But be good, everything has a limit. .”
“You want to kill all the people here today, and I will stop you no matter what.”
The saint's eyes were extremely cold, and he was like a blade to capture every inch of the Demon Lord's skin.
Even though she was controlled by the Demon Lord at this moment, every word she spit out from her mouth still had the same arrogance as before. "I used to be a clumsy person, but I didn't realize that you were a kind savior." "Old Master Xuanyuan should be given the position of the leader of the righteous path to you!" >
It was obviously an angry speech, but the broken trembling in her tail sound made Qin Siyi's eyes red instantly.
He had never heard the Saint speak in such a weak tone.
It was probably really painful...
The snow exploded with a bang, and Qin Siyi stood in front of the saint with red eyes and bare hands.
Perhaps he was extremely angry, and he couldn't remember any magic weapon that the Saint gave him, but just blocked the Demon Lord and the Saint in a state of not fearing death.
The Demon Lord's voice came with wind and snow, and his slender finger pointed directly at Qin Siyi, "I am just playing with pets, but I also want to compete with me?" As he spoke, Qin Siyi's body was no longer floating uncontrollably. stand up.
Qin Siyi burst out with a crazy laugh, and her red eyes were filled with tears, "Playing with pets?! Playing with pets is ten thousand times better than a hypocrite like you! You are sorry for the saint's value to you!"
"What demon lord, I think it's bullshit!"
The beauty was furious. Even at the embarrassing moment of life and death, she was like a blooming flower with a breathtaking beauty.
And the tears at the corners of his eyes and the reason why he made him cry was that he knew what the Demon Lord said was true.
For His Highness, he is just a pet.
Your Highness will never treat him equally as he treats Shen Yanwen.
But even if he was playing with pets... tears fell from Qin Siyi's eyes, like the tears on the overlapping petals, he recognized it.
He existed in this life because of His Highness.
The Demon Lord conveyed more spiritual energy expressionlessly, and Qin Siyi immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.
Even if his cultivation is as strong as a saint, he will inevitably be seriously injured when he is imprisoned by the Demon Lord's soul-locking chain, let alone Qin Siyi.
With just one blow, the moment several chains emerged from his flesh and blood, his life had reached its dying moment.
When his figure became transparent, he smiled instead, with relief and happiness in his smile, and reluctance to give up the saint.
He cherished the magic treasures given to him by the saint from his heart, and threw them all into the ice like withered petals. The huge spiritual energy soared into the sky, forcing the demon lord to retreat. Go, a trace of blood appeared on the straight lips.
Ran Ran frowned and felt the strange and unusual feeling again. Qin Siyi's desperate attack only hurt the Demon Lord, and did not make him unable to move. So the Demon Lord tightened his palms the next second, and the Saint immediately let out a depressing cry of pain.
The chain that emerged from her heart contracted the most violently, as if it was about to pull her heart out directly.
The saint's naked skin was covered with strange red marks.
"No!"
Two completely different sounds sounded at the same time.
Luo Jinghua also cut the artery through his sword, and the gushing blood sprinkled on the snow, emitting a gold-like light.
Yun Qingxi took a breath of air, "This is not life anymore!"
Qin Siyi had already rushed to the saint's feet while the demon lord was relaxing, and pulled the chains that penetrated the flesh and blood with bare hands. The finger bones were eroded by the power of the Demon Lord, and the bones were unwilling to let go. "It's really moving loyalty." The Demon Lord stabilized his body and wiped away the blood from his lips indifferently.
The Demon Lord looked at Luo Jinghua and Qin Siyi with great interest, "One burns life, the other one wants to die, guess...who will she be moved by which of you two?"
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Qin Siyi said angrily: "I am not like you, a villain! I never need your Highness to be moved by me!"
"Is that true?" The Demon Lord let out a pleasant laugh.
The saint weakly lifted her eyes soaked in blood, her face turned pale as paper.
"...You really want to kill me..."
The Demon Lord lowered his eyelashes when he heard this, "Didn't I say it, between me and him..." The slender fingers Touching directly to Ranran, "You can only choose one."
"You have made your choice, so you will naturally have to pay the price for this choice."
The saint chuckled, and every time the ups and downs of the chest were trembling with chains, "I just discovered today, you It's different from them."
The Demon Lord said coldly: "Yes, I never ask for anything in return for you." As he spoke, he suddenly opened his five fingers and struggled out of the saint's body. The chains suddenly tightened, hanging the saint's body high like a sinner to the world.
A stunning picture of suffering.
The saint was already inaudible to breathe, and the fragility of the dying turned into a thrilling beauty. The spiritual energy in her hand surged, and her bloody fingertips took great effort to gently tap the eyebrows. The dazzling red is fleeting.
At the same time, Ranran felt a burning heat and pain on her forehead.
Red marks between eyebrows? There are also saints? !
What is Wuning's plan, and what is the connection between the saint and her? !
A power that was completely opposite to Ran Ran's own power surged into the middle of his eyebrows. A huge pain came, and Ran Ran felt that his head seemed to be being torn inch by inch.
The soul and soul were both shocked, and even Shen Yanwen's body felt the pain from her soul.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a bright red color. Ran Ran bent down in pain. When he looked up and opened his eyes, he only saw the saint shaking the blood-stained chains into sparks all over the sky.
The white robe around her was ruined by the shock of spiritual energy. She stepped on the ice and snow barefoot, and her exposed skin was even whiter and more thorough than ice and snow.
The saint stood up slowly, no one knew what she had done, everyone could only barely see that the pain seemed to have suddenly disappeared from her.
"This is natural. You raised me and it is reasonable to ask for all rewards."
"It's just that there is another point that you are different from me... You still like the test so much Human nature. “
The saint smiled and wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips. The ice layer under his feet suddenly appeared in complex formations covering the entire mountain.
Ran Ran's pupils suddenly shrank, so this is...
The real Wushan Formation!
The flowing white runes in the formation suddenly soared into the sky, and instantly surrounded the demon lord. With the continuous spiritual power gushing out from the saint's men, the light of the white rune became more and more powerful. Strong.
In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and the person bound in the air by the runes became the demon lord.
The saint was indifferent, with bloodstains on her face still on her face, "Since you really want to kill me..."
" Then I don't have to be polite!" (The end of this chapter)