Demon Concubine Yutian

4375 - Prince Broken Arm
After a while, Hualang was killed by the stone servant, trampled into a fleshy paste, not even a complete shell was left.

After Hualang's shell was destroyed, a purple ball of light flew out of the shell, and quickly escaped towards the south.

"Humph! Want to run?"

Si Yutian's cultivation of the soul path is extremely high, no less than this Hualang, and it can be seen at a glance that the purple light ball is Hualang's primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit is out of the body.

As long as the primordial spirit remains, Hua Lang only needs to seize the body again, and Hua Lang will not die.

An extremely blazing black flame chased out instantly.

It enveloped the purple primordial spirit.

The black extreme fire crazily burned Hualang's primordial spirit.This kind of flame can directly harm the soul and soul, and it is the king of fire.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

From within the purple primordial spirit, Hualang's hysterical wailing came from, it was the wailing from the soul.

10 minutes later.

Hualang's primordial spirit was completely burned, leaving no ashes.

From the body to the primordial spirit, everything is destroyed.

Prince Xihe, who witnessed the whole battle process, stood aside, completely dumbfounded: "Master...Master..."

Do not!
Master is invincible, how could Master die?
This Si Yutian should not be a strong man in the holy realm, how could he cross such a big realm and kill the master?
How to do?
Si Yutian's terrifying eyes full of murderous intent had already swept in his direction.

"you--"

Si Yutian's thin lips moved slightly, and he spit out a word.

The prince Xihe was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, and begged: "Let me go! I am the prince! I am the prince of Yaoguo! Killing me is not good for you, nor is it good for Qianzhen Palace."

Si Yutian was unmoved.

He threw a knife and it fell at Xi He's feet.

Xi He's face turned pale: "What... what do you mean?"

Even though Si Yutian was extremely angry, but still rational, he said: "If you cut off your own arm, I will spare your life."

He won't do it himself.

If he does it, he will leave evidence of hurting the prince.It would be different if the prince cut himself.

With a trembling body, Xi He picked up the knife, with a look of unbearable expression on his face: "Can you..."

"No." Si Yutian interrupted him coldly.

Xi He's tears were about to fall.

Isn't it just an arm?

It's more important than a life!

The edge of the knife was aimed at the left arm, and then it was chopped down with force.

A painful cry pierced through the sky.

A blood-stained arm broke at the heel and fell to the ground, fingers still moving.

Xi He's face turned pale, and he quickly took out the elixir, took it to stop the bleeding, and at the same time touched several large acupuncture points near the severed arm.

"Is it okay? The prince is gone, you are not allowed to follow!"

With that said, Xihe got on the golden chariot of the eighth-level spiritual weapon, and fled away as if flying.

Only the smell of blood remained.

There is also a place of stumps and flesh and blood.

"Xiao Luo, go back and rest." Si Yutian only had a tender look in his eyes when he was talking to the woman he loves, "We will continue to look for the sacred Scrophulariaceae when the sun is up."

Originally, they didn't want to cause trouble, but the prince was really deceiving others too much, the two of them cleaned up the prince and then rested.

The next day, at dawn, Si Yutian and Ye Luo arrived at the Royal Auction in Yaoguo Imperial City.

The Royal Auction is run by the palace, so there are the most rare treasures, but the service of the store is really unflattering.

(End of this chapter)