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4218 I'm afraid I'm doomed today

He also hoped to rely on them to rush out of the cage of heaven and earth, and of course he would not be willing to hurt their lives. However, if they really refused to surrender, he could only kill the chicken and scare the monkey and find someone to take action.

Thinking of this in his heart, his eyes became even more gloomy and cold.

"Fenghua, you back!" Seeing the murderous intent in Ao Canhun's eyes, Mo Qingqiu felt a trembling heart and blocked Gu Fenghua's face.

When he came to this broken space and saw Ao Canhun, he knew that his life would probably be ruined here, and he was ready to fight to the death. However, he did not expect that now it is not just him, Gu Fenghua and others.

People are also trapped in desperate situations under the plot of arrogance of the soul.

As one of the Eighteen Envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven, he has lived for tens of thousands of years and has long been indifferent to life and death, but he does not want Gu Fenghua and others to fall into this broken space. Especially Gu Fenghua, regardless of qualifications or nature,

It is rare to see in the ages, and even I am incomparable to myself when I was young.

He had high hopes for Gu Fenghua. If the great catastrophe of destruction came again, he would still hope that she would turn the tide and resolve the catastrophe and save hundreds of millions of people.

Looking at Gu Fenghua's beautiful and young face pet, Mo Qingqiu made up his mind to start making handprints. The nine holy beads between his eyebrows and the nine holy soul beads behind him appeared at the same time. The brilliant golden light was bright and dazzling, almost making

People can't open their eyes.

And the golden lights flowed around and merged together to form a ball of golden light the size of a fist, like silk and fluff. Although it was extremely gentle, it still seemed to have substance, just like the burning stars in the night sky.

Looking at the burning stars, you can feel a strong sense of sadness, and at the same time, you can feel Mo Qingqiu's unique aura, just like another Mo Qingqiu

Stand in front of you.

Holy Spirit! Obviously, this is Mo Qingqiu's holy spirit. He is worthy of being one of the top strongest men in Wuji Holy Heaven. This holy spirit is obviously several times stronger than Gu Fenghua's holy spirit, or even more than a hundred times stronger.

However, what made Gu Fenghua feel uneasy was that in addition to the sadness, love and reluctance, this holy spirit also faintly released the aura of destruction and death.

"Master!" Behind him, a middle-aged man with blood on his body sank on the ground exclaimed, it was Qingfan.

Looking at the golden and dazzling holy altar beads, and the solid holy soul beads that seemed to burn the holy soul, Qingfan's eyes were full of holy spirit: Obviously, the master was preparing to self-destruct the holy spirit and make the last one with Ao Canhun

A trick.

It would be fine if it could not be condensed into a holy spirit, but once it condensed into it, it would become the foundation of the powerful emperor saint. Once this holy spirit explodes, its power will be far greater than that of the self-destructing holy bead or the holy soul bead, but

The consequences are of course even more tragic.

With Mo Qingqiu's powerful cultivation, whether it self-destructs the Holy Soul Pearl or the Holy Pearl, it can save its life and even have the opportunity to restore its cultivation. However, if it self-destructs the Holy Soul, it will be destroyed and destroyed, and will never be reborn!

"Qingfan, I am afraid that my master will be doomed today. If I can exchange my life for your safety, I will die without regrets." Mo Qingqiu said calmly.

Others may not be able to see their intentions for a while, but they will never hide it from their own disciples. However, he has made up his mind and will not give Qingfan the opportunity to persuade him.

Qing Fan was about to persuade him, but when he saw his face of relentlessness, he couldn't say anything he wanted to persuade him. He turned over and got up with difficulty, staggered two steps, but he staggered and knelt down again.

On the ground, two lines of clear tears fell.


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