I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 1621 The only hope in hand

Lu Ziqing never thought that in his life, he had always been able to win in danger, defeated the reincarnated Demon Lord of Nine Hells, and saved the Ghost King of Beiming, but he would be buried in the Withered Hell and die from a few people who turned into dead trees. The hand of Senior Sword Immortal.

It's all over.

But he couldn't die lying down. With a sense of pride, Lu Ziqing struggled to stand up. The blood spurted from his broken arm condensed and turned into a brand new sword. Conquering the legal domain is now open, so I ask you if you are afraid?
Several branches swayed together, all the dead trees suddenly stared, and the sword heart suddenly exploded. Countless terrifying sword intents rushed towards Lu Ziqing. They were irresistible, irresistible, and inescapable. They tore out Lu Ziqing's soul and ravaged it wantonly under the sword intent. The soul-destroying sword energy was like Ling Chi's knife, cutting and slashing at Lu Ziqing's soul. The aura, body, spiritual platform, and mental skills that protected the soul were all shattered at once.

Lu Ziqing was pierced by thousands of swords in an instant, and all his spells and moves were useless in front of a real swordsman!

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but Lu Ziqing's fingers moved.

Why aren't you dead yet? Or have I become a dead tree?
No, at least in the sense of his soul, he is still a human being. He just suffered an unbearable heavy blow, and his soul has become riddled with holes.

But I don't know if there is some kind of power that is protecting him in the dark. Even after being injured like this, his soul is still there, and his body is still breathing, which gradually warms up his heart.

Lu Ziqing was silently lucky that all eight of the extraordinary meridians were severed, leaving only some broken parts of the fourteen meridians, and he could still manage to circulate his true energy.

Due to the serious injury, his eyes could not see, his ears could not hear, and it was completely impossible to treat his injuries. Lu Ziqing couldn't even feel if he was still breathing, and his body was almost unconscious.

"Hongmeng..." Lu Ziqing tried it, but found that the Hongmeng Mind Technique was completely unable to operate, and all the meridians related to Taiyi Hongmeng Qi were cut off.

Perhaps he survived because of the super vitality of the dragon bloodline?
Those Dead Wood Sword Immortals even delayed his soul. His soul was in a state of dilapidation, many thoughts could not be moved, and his memory became blurred.

Lu Ziqing was in a trance for a moment, and his heart warmed. He remembered that there were still many people waiting for him to go back. There were four sacred mountains and millions of ghosts and mountain-protecting beasts fighting hard. Everyone was waiting for him.

Then Lu Ziqing's heart sank again. Due to his arrogance, no matter how Shen Tu Yulei tried to persuade him, he would only regard himself as the protagonist, proudly believing that everything would go well, just like the reincarnation of the Nine Hell Demon Lord, who was all controlled by him. Defeated with clever tricks, the Beiming Ghost King was also saved by his own luck.

Yes, my luck ran out and I didn't even notice.

Everything is finished, nothing can be done in time, the sacred mountains must be completely finished, everyone has been harmed by themselves. At first, when I encountered the terrifying god descending to the earth in Leijindu, I was still a little scared from the bottom of my heart. Later, I always won. Gradually, I no longer had much respect for the fairy world. I felt that one day I would set foot in the fairy world. A matter of course. Perhaps it was because he always made jokes in front of Hongmeng Ancestor and called himself brothers to the mortal sword immortals, forgetting the fact that he was actually just a mortal disciple. Lu Ziqing didn't know if he was crying, he couldn't feel it. In front of the fairyland, he is just dust under the dim light, not even a bug.

After questioning yourself, no amount of regret can restore anything. After his mood calmed down, Lu Ziqing began to calmly judge what else he could do.

From ancient times to the present, there must be no one who can be injured as badly as him. Even the soul is riddled with holes, and the meridians in his body are so severe that even the King of Heaven does not recognize him, but he is still alive.

The only thing Lu Ziqing has consciousness now is one finger, but why is it still conscious? It seemed like something happened.

Lu Ziqing worked hard to move this finger. It took him an unknown amount of time just to move it an inch. Maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe it took a month, but Lu Ziqing finally touched it. Next to his finger, there was a withered petal.

In the Blight Hell, the wind brings this stuff.

Lu Ziqing suddenly had an idea, I want to stand up with this petal and make everything happen again! As long as he can rescue Jumang Shen and restore the glory of Penglai, he can make up for his mistakes.

Just because I am a disciple of Xiaoyun Sect, just because I still have one finger, and there is a withered petal in my hand!

As soon as your fingers touch the petals, the petals become energetic. It was wilted and very fragile, but the veins in the petals were still there. With it, Lu Ziqing's limbs extend as much as a petal. Hope has grown an inch longer.

Lu Ziqing used this petal as a sword and used the sword energy to sense his surroundings. Just this thing that he has been able to do since he was four years old, Lu Ziqing has been using it for who knows how long. The true energy in his body was very weak, and the only trace of Taihao's three-yuan energy could skillfully pass through the remaining meridians and finally reach his fingertips, which was less than one-thousandth.

"It turns out that our Taihao Three Yuan Qi is so exquisite." Lu Ziqing was shocked from the bottom of his heart. When the meridians in his body were damaged to the point of being like a rotten fishing net, Taihao Sanyuan Qi was able to find a way out of his maze-like body like a Huarong Road escape. It traveled between different meridians for three full years. Thirteen times.

With this kind of efficiency, it is definitely not enough to accomplish anything before life is cut off. But Lu Ziqing couldn't open his mouth, couldn't see, everything on his body was gone, and he didn't even know what posture he was in. Even if he sent a clam girl to feed him something, Lu Ziqing couldn't do it, because his soul was injured and the connection with all his relatives was interrupted. Even if a lovely clam girl tried to pour spiritual energy into his body, he would not be able to absorb it because all his meridians were severed. Even if water was fed into his mouth, he couldn't move his tongue.

Lu Ziqing tried to let the Yuanshen out of his body, but the damaged Yuanshen could no longer do it. It was as if countless wounds were nailed into his body, and the orifice would inevitably disappear. To be honest, this kind of thing where the soul was chopped alive was simply shocking. Lu Ziqing never dreamed that such a cruel and inhumane thing could happen to him, and he could still breathe. If the soul at this time could really leave the body, it would probably be broken like cheese that has been gnawed by mice.

Lu Ziqing had no choice but to pin his hopes on that small petal, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to do.