In the end, not only was her life lost, she was reduced to the point where her soul was searched and her soul was gone. The suffering that God gave her was really cruel. She could really hold on until she was demoted to a big position!

Zhang Zheng stared at the people in front of her. Even if she died, she would remember these people. Even if it was Zhang's fake face, the whites of her eyes were stained with blood, like evil ghosts crawling from hell.

The spiritual energy in her body has been exhausted, and her entire Dantian has been squeezed dry by her, unable to squeeze out a trace of spiritual energy.

Qi Zhuang offered up a small lamp that looked like a compass. The green-grey flame inside was burning like a dying old man breathing heavily. The whole small lamp exuded a terrifying aura that chilled the soul.

He chanted a strange spell in his mouth, and a wisp of green-grey flame floated out from the small lamp, swayed towards Zhang Zheng, and stopped between her eyebrows.

A disgusting sticky feeling bound Zhang Zheng unable to move, and the divine palace began to feel the terrifying aura and began to become uneasy.

dying.

This was Zhang Zheng's last consciousness. The next moment, a tearing pain rose from his mind. His transparent soul was forcibly torn out of his body. His blurry expression was so painful that he was twisted in pain, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

Blue-grey flames burned the pure and weak soul, and wisps of green smoke floated out from the soul, forming a ball as big as a rice bead above.

"Moxiu!"

A clear voice asked.

The tearing feeling suddenly disappeared and his soul returned to his body. Zhang Zheng endured the severe pain in his soul and opened his eyes with all his strength. He only saw a snow-white figure and the dazzling aqua blue sword in front of the figure.

Darkness invaded her consciousness.


Chapter completed!