Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Lan Jingning, who had escaped from the fight, recognized this forbidden technique—

Burning Heaven Lock.

The only method his father had found to break the succubus's spell.

But the price is Qing Wan’s life!

Lan Jingning's heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible hand, bloodshot appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he staggered forward, trying to interrupt Qing Wan.

"don't want!!"

He was terrified to the extreme, but after taking a few steps closer, he was forced by the overwhelming pressure to the point that his internal organs almost exploded, and his bones made teeth-grinding sounds, and he could no longer move forward.

The people outside the formation were in such a state, and the pain Qing Wan inside was going through was even more unimaginable. She gritted her teeth, her spine was bent, blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, her face was pale with pain, and veins on her forehead were throbbing.

But she couldn't stop.

Her eyelashes were wet with sweat. She pulled at her sanity in the pain that was no less than having her bones and flesh pulled out. She took a half step back, condensed a green blade on her fingertips, and stabbed her heart.

The succubus's heart is not fatal, but the so-called spirit core, that is, the spirit body. If the spirit body is completely shattered, it means that her soul will be scattered, her body will die, and she will never exist again.

The scarlet blood dripped down the blade into the formation. The ancient totems carved on the ground seemed to come alive suddenly, eagerly devouring the fragrant blood.

In just a few breaths, half of the intricate and strange patterns were filled with blood, and Qing Wan became visibly weaker.

This appearance undoubtedly stimulated the "believers" to the point of almost going crazy, and they rushed forward one after another. Of course, there were also people among them who hated her to the point of gritting their teeth, and there were quite a few of them. They mixed in and tried to rush up and kill her with their own hands, but no one succeeded.

Qing Wan's breath was filled with the smell of blood. She didn't care about the curses, prayers, and desperate cries in her ears. Her eyes were fixed on the formation in front of her.

When the lines were completely filled with blood, the blade condensed by spiritual power dissipated, and the bloody fingertips clasped the bloody wound, pulling out the spirit wrapped in the heart bit by bit.

Ever since she could remember, her spirit body had been broken and cracked, as if it had suffered some severe injury and had not yet recovered.

She could even hear the sound of the cracks widening as she forcibly pulled out the damaged spirit body...

It hurts, it hurts so much that she wishes she could die right now.

Qing knelt with a bent waist in the blood formation. Dark clouds covered the sky, and corpses and bloody bones were scattered all over the place. A strong wind blew through the area. In the blur, she seemed to be in pain, and suddenly she heard a sigh in her ear.

That was her own voice.

Qing Wan opened her eyelashes wet with sweat in a daze, and what she saw was not herself, but a long sword coming towards her, which directly broke through the barrier set up by Fen Ji and pointed directly at her forehead.

But she was completely powerless to resist now.

Don’t fall short!

Qing Wan gritted her teeth and concentrated her spiritual power, wanting to completely crush her own spiritual body in the formation, but the next second, the long sword in front of her was directly cut off by a frosty wind blade.

Lan Qi, who had taken action, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked sinisterly at Qiu Yueming who suddenly appeared in front of Qing Wan.

"Bastard thing!!!"

Qiu Yueming was yelling in a crying voice, showing panic and fear. He was angry at Qing Wan for the first time, but his face was even paler than hers. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were falling in big drops.

He staggered forward to stop Qing Wan from crushing the spirit body. The hand that was holding her fingertips was as cold as ice and was shaking violently. His voice was filled with blood as he said word by word: "Qing Wan, do you want me to die?!"

"Master..."

Qing Wan's voice was barely audible, and the scent of peony mixed with the smell of blood wafted into Qiu Yueming's nostrils. In endless panic, he regretted his choice for the first time.

His original plan was not like this.

In his plan, she would not be harmed in any way, and he would be the only one who "died" during the Hundred Families Demon Slaying Movement. However, everything started to get out of control from the moment the Resurrection Nail appeared.

Qiu Yueming was so scared that he was shaking all over. He regretted it and he could not afford to lose Qing Wan.

"Go home, let's go home, Wanwan, don't be afraid..."

He murmured repeatedly, trying hard to put the spirit back into Qing Wan's hand.

Crow Shadow, who was watching all this through the water curtain, curled his lips sarcastically, "Regret? Oh, Dao Zun, there is no regret medicine in the world."

The scattered tail tone just fell quietly to the ground, and Yaying turned into fragments of light and disappeared on the spot. Then in an instant, he silently slipped into Lanqi's body, and after successfully taking over her body, bloodshot eyes appeared.

Qing Wan on the other side lay weakly in Qiu Yueming's arms. When Qiu Yueming's fingertips touched her spirit body, her eyes trembled in pain and she said in a very small voice: "I'm sorry..."

The moment those three words came out of her mouth so lightly, her spiritual power suddenly surged, and she crushed the spirit in her hand at all costs.

The shattered ball of light shattered in the blood array like glass. In an instant, a huge thunder exploded in the sky, lighting up Qiu Yueming's contracted pupils.

The formation was completely activated, and a green light shot straight into the sky. The rolling dark clouds were as black as ink, and a strong wind began to blow with thunder. In an instant, green snowflakes as green as emerald green began to fall.

Qing Wan's figure was gradually turning into light dust.

Qiu Yueming gasped strangely, and suddenly stretched out his hand to form a seal. His speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left. In the blink of an eye, white frost flowers quickly spread out with him as the center, spreading to the entire formation and freezing the spirit that was constantly being consumed.

"I will never allow you to die!"

Sweat broke out on his forehead, his voice was hoarse and arduous, and with a creepy paranoia, he dug out the golden elixir that condensed his life's cultivation with his bare hands, and without hesitation, he transformed it into Qingwan's heart meridian, and with a force against the will of heaven, he forcibly stopped her from dissipating.

"Lan Qi", who came from behind with a sword, raised his eyebrows. That was not an act, that was the real result of nearly ten thousand years of cultivation.

"Lan Qi" curled his lips in a mocking manner, and sneered in his heart: "This evil spirit really turned the fake play into reality, so funny."

His eyes were dark and vicious. He deliberately picked the moment when Qingwan's thoughts became clearer, and suddenly rushed forward with his sword.

"Pfft."

The sound of flesh being pierced could be clearly heard, and the tip of the blood-stained sword was only inches away from Qing Wan.

She was a little dazed, and looked up blankly, seeing Qiu Yueming, whose half body was covered in blood, looking at her with pity and pain.

The long sword was pulled out again, and swept over with the pressure of thunder again, crushing half of Qiu Yueming's body into pieces in front of her.

Blood mixed with broken flesh splattered on Qing Wan's body. Her thoughts seemed to be completely taken away, her expression was blank, and she looked at the mutilated Qiu Yueming falling in front of her. Her long eyes, which had never been cloudy before, were now filled with love.

“…My dear…”

He moved his fingertips slightly, trying to comfort the frightened kitten, but before he could touch her, his entire body quickly dissipated.

There is no afterlife for practitioners, as their Tao disappears when they die.