boom!!

Another monk in the alchemy stage blew himself up.

Qiao Ciguang's heart sank, Junior Sister Zhang Jing was also dead, and now only Junior Sister Ruan Zhi is still alive!

Just when she wanted to continue taking action, a drop of warm blood suddenly floated onto her face. Not far away, the strange female corpse finally reached its limit. The cracks on the body were no longer limited to the surface skin, but were accompanied by "

"Creak", the sound of "crunch" is deep.

The body of the female corpse was shattered piece by piece, until finally, the remaining skeleton and flesh and blood were manipulated to rush towards Sang, just like Sang asked Shi Wanli and Su Zhentian's disciples to do, and exploded themselves!

boom……

The physical body in the elixir-forming stage and the strange aura that temporarily descended on the physical body both exploded. At the same time, thunder rumbled from the sky above, and heavy rain poured down without warning.

But soon, due to the double suppression of the ban and curse on the island, the scope of the self-destruction was surprisingly small, and the weird aura from the floating realm quickly faded away like a rootless tree.

After only a few breaths, the thunder subsided and the heavy rain stopped.

The female body was reduced to ashes, and Sang's figure reappeared in mid-air.

His situation was also very bad. The twelve cities had disappeared, and even the huge mulberry trees that connected the twelve cities were thin and almost non-existent, but he could still hold on for a while.

The self-explosion of the female corpse that mysteriously appeared in the floating realm is indeed extremely terrifying. If he had been in another place, he would have completely lost his ability to resist even if he died.

However, this outer island is where his former master stayed.

Even if it is strange, it will not affect this land.

It's just that the delay is too long now, so we have to kill the young master quickly!

Thinking of this, Sang immediately ignored Qiao Ciguang, turned around, and fled in a certain direction.

"Don't leave!" Qiao Ciguang quickly blocked Sang's path. She stepped on the silver wave, and Wan Xuanzhi turned into thousands of flying swords, whistling like rain, and slashing them down one after another with sword energy!

Sang's face darkened, and he immediately took action. The branches and leaves of the giant mulberry broke into pieces, shattering all of Qiao Ciguang's methods. At the same time, he said solemnly: "Curse!"

The moment the curse fell, several bright yellow talismans appeared all over Qiao Ciguang's body again. The talismans shimmered and burned slowly, blocking the erosion of the curse.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Xuanzhi changed again, and countless moon blades emerged out of thin air and strangled the giant mulberry above Sang's head.

brush!!

Sang opened his hand, and on the giant mulberry tree, a branch hugged by several people fell off and faced the moon blade. With a brush, the branch and the moon blade died almost simultaneously.

At this moment, Sang's breath became weaker and weaker.

He stretched out his hand and pointed towards Qiao Ci again: "Death!"

Another giant mulberry branch as thick as a water tank fell off, sweeping toward Qiao Ciguang with a torrent of resentment, hatred, curses, and evil thoughts.

Qiao Ciguang's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously dodged. Taking advantage of this moment, Sang turned around and left, planning to continue looking for Pei Ling.

But at this moment, the whole island suddenly shook!

It was as if the haze and restrictions that had been weighing on my heart since arriving on the island disappeared in an instant, and all the restrictions and curses surrounding me faded away in an instant.

Sang was startled for a moment, and then his face turned pale for a moment.

Young Master, you have obtained the master’s inheritance!

The next moment, the giant mulberry tree above his head was like a building collapsing, silently collapsing, almost halfway through, and then completely destroyed.

And Sang's power began to collapse rapidly as the island was restricted.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to keep him, but his fingers were empty and he couldn't grab anything... He was imprisoned on this island by his master, guarding the inheritance left by his master. Now, the restrictions and curses on the island are gone, and he has no control over him.

It does not mean freedom.

But... both body and soul are destroyed!

Yes, Sang has long been integrated with the curse on the island...

At this moment, there seemed to be misty clouds changing in front of his eyes.

...In the depths of the Wanbi Sea, the water is as black as ink.

Intermittent sobs could be heard on the dark sea water.

It was a simple bamboo raft, only tied together with newly twisted hemp ropes.

After a long period of soaking, it has a tendency to spread out now.

On the bamboo raft, there was a child of seven or eight years old, well dressed, with a necklace and a longevity lock around his neck, and he was sobbing with fear.

"Father...Mother...Grandfather...Grandma...eldest brother...sister..." A day and a night have passed. No matter how he calls, how he admits his mistakes and begs for mercy, he is surrounded by the vast sea water, and from time to time, there are strange shapes.

Sea beasts and translucent things that he didn't know and didn't dare to think about passed by the raft.

Pairs of eyes full of malice and greed stared at the child from far and near, feeling the undisguised desire in their eyes as if they wanted to pounce on him and chew him up at any time, and the child was terrified to death.

He cried even louder, begging for mercy, begging for help, acting like a spoiled brat, acting like a spoiled brat... But there was no trace of his family members who used to treat each other tenderly.

The children could only watch helplessly as the bamboo raft drifted with the current and gradually disintegrated.

Finally, amid sharp cries, he and the bamboo raft were swept into the sea by a wave. The feeling of suffocation was overwhelming, and he soon lost consciousness...

When he woke up, the child found that he had been pushed to an island by the waves.

This island is surprisingly quiet, with not even a trace of insect noise.

All you can see are roses blooming freely, as red as blood and as white as snow, dotted among the dark branches and leaves, as gorgeous as a tapestry.

In the center of the island, a giant mulberry tree rises from the ground. Its branches and leaves are as lush as a mountain, and it stands as high as a pillar, reaching a height of ten thousand meters.

The pavilions are like canopies, covering the entire island under the canopy of trees.

The child raised his head and stared blankly at the huge and majestic mulberry tree. He instinctively felt fear, but with nowhere to go, hunger made him get up tremblingly, and carefully walked from the beach into the dense rose bushes.

Then, the child walked all the way under the giant mulberry tree. Just as he was looking around for food, a pair of eyes suddenly opened on the trunk of the giant mulberry tree and said in a voice like thunder: "Another one was sent out one after another by the family for wealth."

sacrifice."

"Where did these stupid mortals hear the rumors and think that putting the most precious child in the family on a bamboo raft to worship the souls of the dead in the sea can bless them with wealth?"

"Ah!" The child didn't have time to understand the meaning of its words. He turned around in fright and ran away, "Monster! Monster!"

However, he ran for a long time, but he could only spin around under the giant mulberry tree. Just when the child was frightened, the giant mulberry lazily said: "Why are you panic? I am a fairy, you are a ghost, and the living should avoid it.

The hatred of inferiority exists. No one is more noble than anyone else."

Two huge purple-red mulberries suddenly fell into the child's hands, "Here, eat something and calm down."

"Ghost, ghost?" The mulberries were soft and juicy, staining the palms red, exuding an alluring sweet smell. The child was innocent and hungry, and when he saw the other party offering what seemed to be good food, his fear suddenly weakened.

, was startled when he heard this, and then realized that he had no shadow...

He forgot to eat for a while and looked at his hands blankly. When did he die?

Did he die of fright on the way to the island, or did he suffocate after being swallowed by the waves...?

He doesn't remember it at all...

"Bata", "bah"... After realizing that he was dead, big tears quickly welled up in the child's eyes.

At the same time, his originally solid body shook slightly and became lighter.

Not far away, a bunch of rose branches seemed to notice something and took the initiative to come over and wipe his face.

The roses on this island are different from other places, with dark branches and leaves and flowers as bright as blood, delicate and strange.

But when the petals touch the child's cheek, the feeling it gives him is gentle and delicate.

"Little fool." Ju Sang said lightly, "The tears of ghosts contain your original power. You have not grown up before you were alive, and now you are newly dead. Your soul should be weak. If this place was not special, it would not be possible.

Your solid soul, now crying sadly for the person who abandoned you, is nothing more than your own soul going to pieces."

"That's all, this is your own choice."
Chapter completed!