A bright light flashed in Ci En's eyes, and a golden bowl appeared in his hand.

His golden bowl gave off a light luster, making his face look particularly pale, as if he was a little sickly.

Ci En raised his hand, and Li Weiran fell from the sky and lay weakly on the ground.

He walked forward slowly and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, it won't hurt much, but just like a dream, everything is over. When and where in this life is it not just a dream?"

As he spoke, Ci En stretched out his withered hand towards the back of Li Weiran's neck.

However, the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

The body underneath that was supposed to be dying and had no resistance suddenly exploded.

Hands, feet, flesh and blood, and internal organs were sprayed with mercy all over his head and face.

The face that was originally full of Buddha nature and compassion suddenly became strange and ferocious under the stain of blood.

A pair of gentle eyes shone with a deep red light.

After a long time, he laughed softly.

"Li Weiran, I really underestimate you..."

"But do you think you can escape?"

He slowly wiped the blood from his face with his hands.

The bright red blood evaporated and disappeared in his palms. After a while, he transformed back into the compassionate and solemn Master Ci'en of the Great Compassion Temple.

But when he was about to stand up, his body suddenly shook and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Even when Li Weiran escaped, his eyes showed no emotion, but now there was a hint of cold evil aura in his eyes.

Emperor Mingjue, you kill the sky!

I really didn’t expect that after thousands of years of planning and careful planning, they would still be able to escape and ascend to heaven.

It also caused huge damage to his soul.

Ci En slowly raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then his expression returned to normal again.

It doesn't matter, he can't kill these two people.

There is always someone to kill.

As he lowered his eyes, he saw a simple and old lamp in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Resurrect your soul and change your fate against the will of heaven.

Luo Yunxiao, world-destroying half-soul, please don’t let me down!

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Netherworld.

"Master...Master!" A slightly mechanical voice sounded in the empty and silent room.

The puppet beast "Kiss" walked up to Luo Yunxiao while wagging its ugly tail. His tone seemed to be extremely excited, but his voice could still tell that it was just a dull dead thing. "Master, we have found the main material for activating the resurrecting lamp [cinnabar]"

The whereabouts of [Jing] and [Lanyang Bone] have been found.”

On the window sill of the palace, a man with silver hair was sitting.

The moonlight shines on his almost perfect facial features, making people dazzled and mysterious.

The cold white skin is as transparent as an ice sculpture and will melt at any time.

The man is as beautiful as a god in heaven.

All the words that praise his appearance in the world are not enough when applied to him.

But such a god has a pair of indifferent and lifeless blood pupils.

Just looking at it is like looking into the endless abyss of Maha Hell, making people tremble and fear from the depths of their souls.

Zhe Qi's head shook again, she approached him gently, rubbed his leg, and repeated what she just said.

The man lowered his long eyelashes and moved his pale thin lips slightly, "Where is it?"

"It's the [Wushuang Castle] of the Extreme Realm and the [Seven-Xian Gate] of the Nether Realm."
Chapter completed!