Stunning Rakshasa

When Xiuli brought Fengling to Wu Lun, she had lost all breath, and her incorporeal body was almost transparent. Wu Lun was once the number one expert in the wood world. When Fengling had an accident, he was at the most critical moment of cultivation stage, but sensing the sudden situation of the soul contractor, he forced himself to wake up quickly, thinking that he would rush over to help her, but found that his whole body was weak, and then he saw that the Emperor had brought Feng Ling over!

Seeing Feng's pale body, Wu Lun's eyes gleamed coldly. Wu Lun's appearance was extremely handsome, with a stalwart figure, fair complexion, a tall nose bridge, and handsome facial features as carved by a knife. Piaowu, he exuded a noble aura, and his thin lips were pursed lightly.

He took Feng Ling's phantom from Xiuli's hand, and his fair handsome face suddenly became paler than white paper, looking extremely weak. In an instant, his whole body seemed to be a small boat in the vast sea, tossed by the wind and rain, His footsteps were a little unsteady, and his throat felt sweet. He opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of bright red blood. His expression was cold, and the soul contract was stronger than the life contract. Can't live alone!

Although there is no such provision in the soul contract, the eternal contract is signed on the souls of both parties, and if the soul of one party is destroyed, it will also cause great harm to the other party and damage its soul!

"Damn, Feng, do you know that I will be greatly affected if you die!" Wu Lun said viciously, a huge dizziness swept over him, he felt that his whole body was exhausted to the extreme, and he also knew Her spirit beast has been summoned by her, and he feels a little relieved in his heart. It seems that Feng is ruthless, and his strength can be so high that it cannot be limited. She can actually wake up the entire wood world, which really surprised and shocked him!

"Save her!" Xiuli said coldly, his eyes fixed on Fengling's face, a kind of pain that penetrated into the bone marrow gradually surrounded him.

"She looks like this, how can I save her?" Wu Lun wiped the bright red blood from the corner of his mouth, and said weakly, his black eyes slowly swept over Feng Ling, "However, we are connected in soul, we You can try, if you can summon some of her dissipated soul power back!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Lun brought Feng Ling into the cave in the clouds, and he was dressed in a gorgeous silk robe dancing in the sea of ​​clouds with extraordinary bearing. On top of the cloud stone, a wave of spiritual power was gathered to wrap her incorporeal body and prevent her from spreading further. Then he sat opposite the woman, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and activated the fighting energy in his whole body , to issue a call to the outside world that belongs to the soul contract...

Xiu Li silently looked at Feng Ling's beautiful and pale face, the elegant skirts fluttered lonely, the distant clouds were dyed red, the sky reflected a dark red glow, his jet-black hair was slowly Gently lifted up by the gentle breeze, he stared at the figure that haunted him in his dreams——

I don't know if he is still waiting next year...

Wu Lun tried his best, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth due to being too involved, but he still persevered, for his soul contractor, in fact, the most important thing was for himself, the death of the soul contractor, for his future Practice has immeasurable negative effects, which he will never allow to happen!

Because their souls are connected, he kept trying to communicate with Fengling, but unfortunately he couldn't get in touch. Just when he was about to give up, a wave suddenly appeared in his soul. He was slightly startled, and immediately felt joyful. A beautiful woman in white clothes gradually appeared in the void created by him, like a beautiful goddess, this person was Feng Ling's phantom in the void!

After staring at the woman in white for a few seconds, Wu Lun said softly, "Feng, aren't you dead? You can still form illusions in the void, did you receive my call?"

There was no expression on the woman's face, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her snow-white skin was as delicate as thick silk, her facial features were flawless, her slender willow eyebrows, her straight nose bridge...

Wu Lun stepped forward and squeezed the woman's seductive face with his slender and fair hands: "Hey, wake up!"

The woman didn't make any movement, Wu Lun frowned involuntarily: "Why didn't there be any reaction at all?" His deep eyes narrowed dangerously, and a piercing aura emanated from his whole body, Feng Ling's whole body was cold, without a trace of life. Breath, he sighed slightly, "You look like this, what should I do with you? Forget it, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor!"

Wu Lun did not hesitate to transfer a small part of his soul power to her. Since they are soul contractors and share souls, their soul power can accommodate each other!

Wu Lun is very handsome, his thick eyebrows appear and disappear under the cover of his somewhat messy bangs, his fair and smooth skin, he stares at Feng Ling lightly, his deep eyes seem to be able to penetrate the present and past lives!

Under the effect of soul power, the phantom gradually rotated...

………Space-time dividing line………

At this time, Feng was still sleeping in the dark, surrounded by emptiness, she couldn't touch anything, it seemed that there was a force supplementing her, her consciousness was very vague, her world was full of cold darkness, bleak!It's like being trapped in a dark bottomless abyss, with no direction to find!

Her heart seemed to be sealed in an ice sculpture of ten thousand years, she couldn't feel any warmth, and a few strands of hair danced lightly. At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came to mind in the darkness: "Follow me!"

The god of death is talking. Before people die, they will face the god of death. The mission of the god of death is to harvest life.

"Who are you, and where are you taking me?" Feng didn't open her eyes. Although a wave of energy was supplementing her, her consciousness was still weak, and her pale lips slowly raised a faint arc. She asked shallowly road.

"Since your soul hasn't completely disappeared, then go to hell with me!" The god of death, filled with a strong breath of death, said coldly, and before Feng Ling could express his opinion, he took her remaining breath into hell, "You As the king of the wood world, death will not have anything to do with you, but it is a pity that you forcibly consumed your soul power, and now you can only survive in hell!"

After speaking, the figure of the god of death flashed quickly, and the black figure disappeared into the space, leaving a piece of darkness, leading Feng into the hell...