After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Zhou Ran grabbed Xu Youwei's right wrist.

The severed arm had lost its human body temperature, and most of the blood beneath the skin had been squeezed out by the silver markings.

Between the wrist bone and elbow bone, fine lines crawl along the meridians.

Hsu Yu-wei's shoulders trembled, her jaw clenched, and she didn't cry out.

Zhou Ran took out the small porcelain bottle.

There was still a little dark yellow powder at the bottom of the bottle.

Fragments of Meng Po's bowl and remaining powder.

This was the last bit of the River of Oblivion's essence in his possession, which should have been left for Lin Qingxue to stabilize the Dharma Eye.

But not now, because Xu Youwei's main soul can't withstand this bone well.

Xu Youwei shook her head hastily when she saw the porcelain vase.

Don't waste your time on me.

Zhou Ran glanced at her.

"Shut up."

The words she was about to say were stuck in her throat.

The old ghostly figure in the silver pupil of the right eye laughed.

"Leftover powder from Meng Po's bowl?"

"She spent 30,000 years protecting Yue Zhao, leaving behind this little bit of treasure, and you want to give it to a mere Penglai sinful blood?"

Zhou Ran ignored him.

He picked up some powder with his fingertip and pressed it onto Xu Youwei's forehead.

The source of the River of Oblivion transforms into the Sea of ​​Souls.

The silver pattern retreated half an inch.

Xu Youwei's chest heaved rapidly as she finally caught her breath, her left hand gripping Zhou Ran's sleeve tightly.

"I didn't mean to harm Qingxue."

"I know."

"I just... owe too much."

"Debts must be repaid while alive."

Xu Youwei's eyes reddened, but she forced back her tears.

The image of her old, silver-eyed soul surged in her right eye, and her voice lowered.

"You can't save her."

"She has had her right hand nerves reconnected."

"If I sever it now, my right arm will be crippled, my foundation in ancient law will shatter, and I won't be able to preserve my golden core."

Zhou Ran looked at the silvery-white right arm.

Beneath the skin and flesh, a section of the Moon Emperor's hand bone was taking shape.

From the wrist bone to the elbow bone, and then moving towards the shoulder.

If she lingers for another half an incense stick's time, Hsu Yu-Wei will be completely devoured by the nerves in her right hand.

Zhou Ran asked:

"Where is the second legal provision?"

The old ghost with silver eyes laughed even more shrilly.

"You want to save Lin Qingxue?"

"Then don't touch me."

"I can take you to the source of the eye."

Zhou Ran asked:

"Price?"

"Hand over Xu Youwei to me."

Xu Youwei gripped his sleeve even tighter.

Zhou Ran raised the Taihuang Black Blade.

The blade grazed Xu Youwei's right arm as it fell.

The tone of Silver-Eyed Old Soul Shadow changed.

"You dare!"

Zhou Ran stared at the silver eye.

"I hate anything that uses human lives as a bargaining chip."

The desolate black blade pressed down.

The black and gold knife pattern lit up.

This cut avoided both flesh and bone.

Zhou Ran set a rule for the knife.

"Where the blade strikes, only the parasites are severed, while the original soul remains."

The blade grazed Xu Youwei's shoulder.

The silver breath pattern crumbled inch by inch.

Xu Youwei bit her lip until it bled, sweat rolled down her forehead, and her left hand gripped Zhou Ran's sleeve so tightly it was deformed.

She didn't shout.

Zhou Ran's six gray lines on his chest all became hot.

Lividity spots crept up the Nascent Soul's arm, a cold, hard sensation seeping into the bone crevices.

He suppressed the backlash, and the blade continued forward.

The palm lines on the well wall began to go berserk.

A dense network of silvery-gray nerves emanated from all around, piercing towards Zhou Hou's back.

Outside the well, hundreds of demonic corpses unleashed a single palm strike.

The dark red demonic runes pressed into the bone well, shielding Zhou Ran from the first round of nerve punctures.

Ye Futian shouted in his sea of ​​consciousness, "Hurry up! Close the well with your right hand!"

The five severed fingers are clasped together inwards.

The well opening is getting narrower and narrower.

The gray-white palm prints peeled off the well wall and wrapped around Zhou Ran, Xu Youwei, and that half of the silver-white right arm.

The old ghost with silver eyes screamed.

"Zhou Ran!"

"If you cut off this hand, you can forget about getting Lin Qingxue's Dharma Eye back!"

The blade stopped in front of Xu Youwei's shoulder bone.

Zhou Ran looked up.

"Who said I need you to lead the way?"

Within his dantian, the Nascent Soul opened its eyes.

Six gray lines lit up simultaneously.

Zhou Ran raised his hand and pressed it against Xu Youwei's right eye.

The Purple Gold Law was infused.

"This eye points to the origin."

Silver-Eyed Old Soul Shadow wanted to close its eyelids, but Zhou Ran forcibly opened them.

A thin silver line was forced out of Xu Youwei's right eye.

The thin thread pierced through the well wall, drilling deeper into the ring finger.

Below the bone well, there is another layer.

The second law is right there.

Zhou Ran chuckled.

"Found it."

The desolate black blade pressed down to the very bottom.

The parasitic hand bones in the silvery-white right arm were completely peeled out.

Xu Youwei tilted her head back, a broken, painful sound escaping her throat, and collapsed into Zhou Ran's arms.

Even after the silver hand bone landed, it continued to crawl, its five fingers gripping the palm lines, trying to burrow back into the well wall.

Zhou Ran stepped on it.

The flames of Asura rose.

The silver bones shrank into a ball in the fire, emitting a strange sound like a baby crying.

Deep within the well wall, the old ghost with silver eyes faded away.

Before it left, it left behind a message.

You'll regret it.

Zhou Ran picked up the unconscious Xu Youwei and looked up at the well opening that was about to close.

"It's none of your business to teach me how to regret things."

He leaped into the air.

Outside the well, hundreds of demonic corpses reached out their hands in unison.

A dark red chain descended into the well, supporting Zhou Ran and pulling him upwards.

The five severed fingers snapped back together at the last moment.

Silver nerves emerged from the gaps between the finger bones, sealing off the exit above.

Zhou Ran's left shoulder hit the first layer of nerves.

The scales shattered.

He didn't stop.

The second layer of nerves wraps around the waist and abdomen.

The Asura Demon Fire burned up along his waist, scattering ashes and smoke.

The third layer of nerve pierced Xu Youwei's back of the neck.

Zhou Ran turned around and caught it with his back.

Three nerves pierced into the flesh.

The silver law drilled into the nascent soul through the wound.

The six gray lines were pulled, and the lividity on the chest continued to expand outward.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth and slashed backward with the black blade.

"Sever."

The nerves split open.

He carried Xu Youwei out of the well and back onto the gray battlefield.

Five severed fingers were clenched tightly behind his back.

Bone well sealed.

Zhou Ran landed on one knee.

Xu Youwei was held protectively in his arms, her face covered in sweat, her right arm still glistening.

The character "归" (gui, meaning "return") on the shoulder bone suppressed the upward momentum of the silver lines.

Zhou Ran handed Xu Youwei over to the nearest corpse of the Rift Mountain Camp demon.

"I have high hopes for her."

The demonic corpse lowered its head, and the demonic runes on its chest lit up.

Just as Zhou Ran was about to get up, Xu Youwei's right palm suddenly cracked open.

A small silver eye opened.

Its eyes were small, yet they reflected the entire gray-white sky.

The silver eye fixed on Zhou Ran.

The next moment, it opened its mouth.

It uses Lin Qingxue's voice.

"Zhou Ran".

"Don't save her."

"Kill me."

The heat in Zhou Ran's eyes gradually subsided.

Ye Futian spoke in a low voice.

"The second law won't just wait for you to take it."

Zhou Ran picked up the Taihuang Black Blade and walked towards the depths of the ring finger that the silver thread was pointing to.

"It better be able to run."

Night Bears Heaven's Questions:

"What do you mean?"

Black gold blood dripped down the blade.

Zhou Ran didn't turn around.

"So I don't have to look for it."

He stopped in his tracks.

The gray battlefield fell silent.

In the distance, hundreds of demonic corpses stood outside the well of severed hands and bones, their demonic markings flickering on their chests. The voice even suppressed their remnant souls.

Lin Qingxue's voice.

so similar.

It was a bit colder, a bit lighter, and carried the calmness of suppressed pain after losing sight.

Xu Youwei's silver eyes rolled in her palm as she continued to speak in Lin Qingxue's tone.

"Zhou Ran, don't hesitate."

"Her right-hand nerves have been reconnected."

"It's not too late to kill her now."

Xu Youwei was trembling all over.

She gripped her right wrist with her left hand, her nails digging into her flesh.

"Don't listen to it..."

Silver Eyes smiled.

It was still Lin Qingxue's voice.

"You said you would entrust me with my eyes and this world completely."

"But if you save her, you'll lose that eye."

Zhou Ran turned around.

The Taihuang Black Blade hung diagonally in his hand, its tip scraping across the gray-white bone ground, leaving trails of black and gold fire.

He walked up to Xu Youwei and looked down at the silver eye in her palm.