ebookslot Chapter 809
Chapter 809
The golden needle stabs the soul, one needle hurts seven emotions, two needles want to break the heart, and three needles are silent.
According to the records, all the saints who use the golden needle soul piercing technique to improve their cultivation by force often suffer a heavy mental injury when they go down with the first needle, and when they go down with two needles, they will be in agony. In fact, those who forget themselves or are insane because of this technique basically have only two needles.
This third needle is nothing but death. If it is not for the determination to die together, no one dares to prick the third needle.
Gu Fenghua stabbed the soul three times, but she could still keep sober. It was a miracle in everyone's eyes. Who knows, she even dared to stab the fourth needle. Is she really dead!
Looking at Gu Fenghua's slightly immature but firm figure, not only Xinghua people, but also Guanghua people's eyes show admiration.
Gu Fenghua's Holy Spirit broke out again, but the previous three golden needle stabbing soul had already stimulated her potential to the extreme. This burst was just like the last flicker before the candle was about to go out.
The black fireworks still enveloped her, and the heartless sword still fell down on her.
The pain of burning heart and bones, once again into the mind. In front of her eyes, the light gradually disappeared, her heart kept falling, and she was about to fall into the boundless darkness.
"Fenghua..."
"Fenghua..." I heard Lorne's cry of grief.
Vaguely, only to see lornen and white fat, leaf colorless three people struggling to stand up, block in front of her.
However, even Gu Fenghua can not resist the sword, how can they resist it? The meridians were broken, the Holy Spirit was running, and the blood was flowing. In a moment, their clothes were dyed bloody red.
"No!" Gu Fenghua shouts from the bottom of his heart. Relying on the last trace of clarity, he injects the remaining Holy Spirit and the last remaining strength into the sword, including the idea that is on the verge of collapse.
The long sword wrapped in silk cloth suddenly blooms a light spot, small as the tip of a needle, but so dazzling, as if it were the most brilliant star in the sky at night.
Layers of wrapped silk cloth, into a piece of catkins, such as butterflies flying, a sword light straight into the sky.
The magic sword is finally out of its sheath!
At this moment, the whole world turned into a piece of white, even the noon sun was covered by the sword light. The supreme dignity is filled in everyone's heart. Everyone was blinded by the dazzling light of the sword, and even the mind became blank.
Gu Fenghua's heart, finally into the boundless darkness, no longer see a ray of light. But her heart is so calm, so peaceful.
At the moment when the magic sword came out of its sheath, she heard Xiang Wushang's shrill scream. The contest is finally over. Although she has exhausted all her holy spirit and spirit, maybe she will never wake up in the dark, at least, they have won. At least, Lorne is still alive.
All around, is so quiet, silent as if eternal, but Gu Fenghua has no fear, in the last stab, she had guessed the result.
Mind, gradually silence, consciousness, gradually disappear. A familiar face, in the heart of the rapid emergence, but so fuzzy, so far away.
I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry, grandfather, I'm sorry, Yunji... With the last regret, her heart fell into the endless abyss, into the darkness of death.