On the execution platform, the body was burned with fire. Ling Qinghan looked at her former senior brother Murong Xuan holding a broken sword, and the tip of the sword penetrated her Dantian - there was once a "nine-turn alchemy bone" that had never been seen in the world of immortality for thousands of years.
"Qinghan, I am the only one worthy of having your elixir bones." Murong Xuan smiled softly, but pressed his palms between her eyebrows, "The Demon Lord is forcing a marriage, I am saving you..."
Save her? Ling Qinghan coughed up bloody cinnabar and looked at the looming shadow of the Demon Lord behind him. The sharp pain of shattering her Dantian came, and she used her last bit of spiritual power to curse: "Murong Xuan! Even if I am in a state of despair, I will demand your blood to pay for it!"
Before her consciousness sank into darkness, she seemed to see a figure with silver hair and golden eyes passing through the sky. She played the bone flute in her hand and Wan Du surrendered to it.
