Chapter 139
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Him? His senses couldn't be wrong. The Sword Poison Gu had indeed entered Shen Shu's body. However, as soon as it entered, it seemed to have been swallowed by something extremely evil —!
How could this be!
The Sword Poison Gu was refined by him and controlled by him? His control was also related to his heart? Once the Sword Poison Gu died, Rong Ran's heart was connected? His mind was violently shaken. His sword technique was full of flaws. His chest and abdomen were hit by Shen Shu's sword energy, and his whole body flew several feet away.
Him? His whole body was in pain. He barely opened his eyes, only to see Shen Shu standing in front of him with a sword. The long sword was raised in the air, and his scarlet eyes were looking down at him coldly.
In those eyes, Rong Ran seemed to see nothing. Corpses on the side, and more? A terrifying bloody purgatory.
— Did Shen Shu really want to kill him here?
Rong Ran's heart? His mind was in pain. Realizing this, his heart? The tight string in his heart suddenly broke.
Him? Everything? Heart? That thing of God hadn't been refined yet? The bird that had flown away from him hadn't returned to him yet. Nothing? No matter what, he couldn't die here.
He couldn't help but scream, "Don't kill me, I admit defeat!"
The onlookers were in an uproar. Rong Ran, who everyone thought so highly of, actually admitted defeat in such a sorry state.
Shen Shu snorted coldly. The long sword fell and stabbed into Rong Ran's neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
Rong Ran was so shocked that he jumped like a dead fish. His face was pale, and he lay on the ground trembling like a worm for a long time. Only? He slowly came back to his senses.
Him? He knew that he had lost all his face today. The image that he had painstakingly built in Tenzong all these years had collapsed. He couldn't help but look at Shen Shu gloomily, got up with difficulty, and staggered away.
But in a place he couldn't see, a shadow sneaked into him? In the shadow.
After Rong Ran walked back to the Immortal Palace, he suddenly frowned. He quickened his steps and hid in a place where nothing was? In the room.
Then he grabbed the clothes near his heart. His face was distorted, and he seemed to be in so much pain that he was sweating.
Him? Trembling hands? He took out a pill bottle from his sleeve, poured a large amount of pills into his hand, and swallowed them.
After this, he? As if only? He felt much better.
But soon after, he felt that his throat was suddenly shackled by something, tightly constricting it. The feeling of suffocation caused his face to turn purple.
A cold voice came from him. His voice rang in his ears.
"Were you the one who spread the news that Master is injured and needs to dual cultivate with someone?"
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