"I can save you."

The high priest Linlang was dressed like fire, and ignored the clay Bodhisattva and the sword master who were plundering down the ground, and desperately poured his cultivation into Zhao Wujiang's body, trying to repair Zhao Wujiang's injuries.

But Zhao Wujiang's figure has been completely penetrated by the vast sword energy, which has ravaged his body. Even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured if he resists it.

Nowadays, the Clay Buddha could not let Zhao Wujiang live.

Even if the clay Bodhisattva does not take action, the Gu God and Wolf God does not take action, and the subordinates of several gods who have been hiding in this world are mostly cultivating at the heaven level.

With Zhao Wujiang's current state, how can he resist?

But Linlang knew, but she knew even more that she must save Zhao Wujiang.

Looking at Zhao Wujiang shaking her head, she was full of tears and kept murmuring:

"I can save you, I can save you."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head again, gently held the high priest Linlang's slender jade hand with his big hand, and smiled warmly:

“I’m very happy to meet you.

Let it go, it's useless..."

Linlang cried in silence, still stubbornly sending his cultivation, clenched his silver teeth and tears streaming his eyes.

The clay Buddha frowned:

"Wolf God, take care of your men."

The little white dog said lightly:

"If you don't worry, take care of yourself."

"Hmph." The clay Buddha's jade white robe was on his body, and his jade crown was not stained with any rain. He still looked handsome and sneered:

"It seems that you are not interested in the luck of the world, so I will accept it later."

Mu Qianqian snorted coldly.

The sword master Li Chunjun closed his eyes and sighed. He sacrificed his life to keep the clay Buddha, but he couldn't keep it. Zhao Wujiang also fought with ghosts and gods and was seriously injured.

The trend is over.

Although he knew the ending, Li Chunjun still sighed that he could not change anything after all. It was just that Zhao Wujiang dragged one person into the water and left an invader in this world forever, but he could not do anything.

The world is about to collapse, and the confinement of the bound Clay Bodhisattva and others will be untied. Clay Bodhisattva and others will be able to show their true cultivation.

He had no choice but to fight to the death.

The high priest Linlang stared at Zhao Wujiang in a daze, wiped the tears from his cheeks, leaned over and kissed Zhao Wujiang's lips, and hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly.

"Zhao Wujiang, no matter what, you will definitely die today, let alone you are seriously injured and unable to heal." The Clay Buddha smiled and did not stop Linlang, but said seriously:

“What I said before is still counting.

Cut off a piece of flesh and blood to get a chance for life.”

"Linlang is back."

The wolf god and dog slapped the claws, and the high priest Linlang flew backwards without control. No matter how much Linlang asked hard, it would be useless.

The King of Golden Tent signaled the people behind him to go forward and continue to cut Zhao Wujiang's flesh and blood in exchange for value and vitality.

"No!"

Linlang pear blossoms are covered with rain, begging hard.

The wolf god sighed, and the dog's paws waved, and Linlang fell into a coma and was supported by another high priest.

“Indeed, it should continue.”

Mu Qianqian stepped on the rain and walked slowly towards Zhao Wujiang. Her embroidered shoes were stomping beside Zhao Wujiang. She looked down at Zhao Wujiang, who was lying on the ground with a low breath. Her eyes flashed and she said in a deep voice:

"I think Zhao Wujiang should be willing to do it too."

Zhao Wujiang had deep eyes and stared at the girl in colorful clothes.

The Clay Bodhisattva actually wanted Zhao Wujiang to suffer all the torture, especially his own people, and these people would seize Zhao Wujiang's luck and then hand it over to him the Clay Bodhisattva and a few people, which could also avoid some risks.

"I understand." Mu Qianqian nodded, she squatted down and said in a low voice:

"Zhao Wujiang is willing."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly inserted a knife into Zhao Wujiang's heart, and grabbed Zhao Wujiang's bloody heart.

She raised Zhao Wujiang's heart, her little hands were blurred with blood. As soon as she held it, the purple handkerchief wrapped the heart. She put it in her small pocket on her clothes, bulging.

She smiled and stood up, with Zhao Wujiang missing from his breath.

Behind him was the extremely angry roar of the Clay Buddha:
Chapter completed!