Shen Qingqiu was dead, and his only remaining eye was open, looking at Yue Qingyuan's broken sword with a smile on his lips.
When Luo Binghe arrived, all he saw was that Shen Qingqiu was like a broken doll, with no hands, feet, tongue, and one eye missing. The intact eye was looking at Xuan Su's broken sword, the smile on the corner of his mouth was stiff, and the broken body was already cold and stiff.
Luo Binghe couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He just held Shen Qingqiu's body numbly and exhausted, sitting in the smelly dungeon for a day and a night. His heart seemed empty and panicked, as if he had lost something important.
He stood up, rushed out like crazy with Shen Qingqiu's body in his arms, placed Shen Qingqiu's body, and began to summon souls without sleep. Not only him, but also his subordinates were ordered to participate in the soul summoning. Each soul summoning array and each demon soul summoning expert were busy working to death, but Wu Lun tried many times, but all in vain.
The demon elder stepped forward and said: Your Majesty, I am afraid that Shen Qingqiu has lost his soul, or...
Before he could finish speaking, Luo Binghe struck directly at his life gate, and the demon elder dissipated in the wind before he even had time to scream.
For a moment, no one dared to say anything.
While Luo Binghe was summoning souls, he was trying to deal with the backlash from the Heart Demon Sword, but he refused to stop, his eyes were about to burst, like Shura.