On top of the wheel of fortune and Duanmu Ling's soul, a ball of blue-red light appeared on it, as if it was burning.
That is Duanmuling's soul.
Destiny is invisible, but it can be seen on the wheel of fortune. Duanmuling's life soul is entangled with traces of black energy, which is obviously full of bad luck and full of signs of death.
The invisible curse threads passed through Duanmu Ling's life soul, and then spread out, projecting into the boundless void in the distance.
On the roulette wheel, phantoms appeared one after another, and these phantoms were all women.
They are all Duanmu Ling's clones.
Just as Long Xiaoshan said.
A person can have countless souls and create many clones, but the fate of these clones is still one. The life soul cannot be cut. No matter where the clone is, it is Duanmu Ling.
This is also the reason why Long Xiaoshan is not afraid of Duanmuling's comeback.
Watching the life soul curse threads all being completed one after another.
"The soul of life is the guide, the curse of doom is to kill!"
Long Xiaoshan spoke coldly, and the huge wheel of fate spun. Duanmuling's life soul shot up to the sky with black light. Those lights of doom were like demons, following the life soul curse threads and flowing into the depths of the boundless void...
Millions of miles away, a priestess sitting cross-legged on a tribal temple was receiving worship from countless tribal believers.
She is the divine spokesperson of this wild tribe.
He once performed miracles and drove away evil spirits, and was worshiped as a god by the entire tribe.
Suddenly she felt something in her heart, the hall between her brows turned dark, her magic power was out of control, and the can of magic weapon in her hand suddenly exploded, and countless evil spirits that she had collected rushed out of it. These evil spirits jumped on her and devoured her crazily.
of blood.
Amidst the shrill screams and the panicked eyes of the believers, the body of the priestess was directly sucked into a withered corpse...
There is also a more distant realm, in a dynasty called Ziye Kingdom, a most powerful concubine had just killed the emperor with poisoned wine and poison, colluded with party members, and ascended to the position of empress.
The enthronement ceremony was going on, and there was a rumbling sound in the sky. The empress and the officials looked up, with horror on their faces. On that day in Ziye Kingdom, a meteorite fell from the sky, razing the entire palace to the ground...
There was also a female cultivator who was practicing in the cave. At a critical moment of her practice, she suddenly went crazy with blood all over her body, became possessed, and exploded to death...
Scenes like this.
It is constantly being staged in every corner of the entire Zhongtian Territory.
Every time a person dies, the invisible threads of fate are also wiped out. In less than a short time of drinking tea, hundreds of threads have dissipated, which also represents the demise of hundreds of Duanmu Ling's clones.
"Ouch——"
On the wheel of fate, Duanmu Ling's soul is still there, and the pictures of those who were killed by the soul curse all appear on the wheel of fate, so she can see with her own eyes that across the endless void, her clones are being killed one by one by Long Xiaoshan.
Curse to kill.
At this time, Duanmuling was really scared and scared.
No matter how many times she was killed by Long Xiaoshan before, she would not be afraid, because she knew that her clones were scattered everywhere, and as long as one clone was still alive, she would continue to be reborn like a cell dividing.
She will never die completely.
This is the terrifying thing about the art of soul-imprisonment.
However, as the Life Soul Curse killed her clones one by one, Duanmu Ling truly felt that the end was approaching.
In a short period of time, almost all her clones were killed by the curse.
Moreover, she could see that all her clones were on the wheel of fate, and none of them could escape. Once all her clones were destroyed, complete death would be waiting for her.
"Long Xiaoshan, I was wrong. Please spare me. I am willing to surrender. I am willing to surrender. I am willing to be your slave for the rest of my life. Don't kill me."
"Xiao Fu, considering that we both come from Cihang Jingzhai, please help me beg Long Xiaoshan, and he will definitely agree to you. As long as you let me go, I will give you all the practice experience of Cihang Sword Code.
It’s all passed on to you.”
Duanmuling wailed and begged for mercy.
It seems that they are more afraid of death than ordinary people.
A ruthless person may not necessarily be truly ruthless, but he is ruthless to others, but he values his own life extremely and transcends everything else. Otherwise, he would not abandon everything, treat all things as stupid dogs, and cut off all emotions and nature, just to seek the road.
That's why Duanmuling became so frightened when her real death was approaching, because everything she valued most was about to be lost.
There was no response from the void.
Neither Long Xiaoshan nor Ling Xiaofu could let Duan Muling go.
Alas, fate is like a devil, swallowing up the last clone of Duan Muling, and annihilating the last thread of the fate curse.
At this time, Duanmuling's soul was dying. With so many souls annihilated, the remaining soul was naturally severely damaged. The dark light of doom rolled and completely engulfed her soul.
Snap!
Duan Muling's spirit exploded in the wheel of fate and dissipated into nothingness without even uttering a scream.
At this point, the most vicious and legendary female nun who has spanned the earth and the Lingxu Planet for two thousand years has ended her bizarre and sinful life.
The dragon and phoenix's souls intertwined in the void for a long time. After Long Xiaoshan was sure that Wen Qingcheng's soul had recovered, they separated. The wheel of fate dissipated, and the blue light in Long Xiaoshan's eyes also dissipated.
His face was a little pale.
Activating the Destiny Pearl and performing divine spells that defied the will of heaven and changed his destiny caused considerable damage to him.
But after all, his cultivation level is much higher than Wen Qingcheng's.
As the strength continues to grow, the life soul will also grow. Destiny may sound mysterious, but in fact it is also a reflection of one's own strength, opportunity, and inheritance. Long Xiaoshan carries many kinds of treasures, has broken through the golden elixir, and has become a holy monk.
He has defeated so many powerful opponents, and each opponent's fall also accumulates his luck.
Now his life soul is so strong that it has never been seen before. Even if he uses the Heaven-defying Life Changing Technique and sacrifices part of his life soul power to Wen Qingcheng, it will not affect the foundation. Moreover, the two people's destinies are intertwined, and their life souls can nourish each other.
So it won't be as difficult as Wen Qingcheng's original rescue of him.
At this time, Long Xiaoshan's eyes were fixed on Wen Qingcheng who was sitting there. After a long time, Wen Qingcheng's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes. Their eyes met, and they were like magnets and could no longer be separated.
After the previous life-soul fusion, Wen Qingcheng had actually regained consciousness.
The two of them joined forces to completely curse Duanmuling to death.
However, Wen Qingcheng has truly woken up now. At that glance, it was the golden wind and jade dew that met each other and won countless victories in the world.
The endless joy between the two people came to their hearts, and all the past experiences were like dreams that could not be described in words. They just looked at each other for a long time, and the silence was better than the sound.
"Brother, it seems that your beautiful girl is finally back."
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the two people's tacit look at each other.
