Xiao Yang still looked calm and shook his head slightly, indicating that He Kaizhi was silent.

Then an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he laughed: "Let's see how you can swallow it!"

As soon as the words fell, the spirit-binding rope tightened instantly, sinking deeply into Lu Piaoran's skin, and blood marks oozed out, dripping blood.

Lu Piaoran's facial features were twisted by the severe pain and became extremely ferocious. A shrill wailed in his mouth, echoing in the strange forest, making people tremble all over.

"receive!"

Xiao Yang blew in the air.

The blue smoke transformed by the soul flew towards Xiao Yang and then merged into Xiao Yang's body.

Xiao Yang looked at Lu Piaoran in pain, his expression unmoved.

A person who can secretly attack his grandfather and brother, even the Lu family will not leave her in the world again!

Lu Piaoran lost Xiao Yang's soul, lost all his cultivation. As the spirit-binding rope was tightened, the pain was unbearable. He hurriedly begged: "Let me go... I will never dare again!"

There are one and two, there will be three!

This is a more ancient truth!

Many people sometimes have verbal promises that even a fart is worse than a fart, at least it will smell a little, and these people will forget what they say if they turn around.

Lu Piaoran is such a person.

"Then wait for the next life to wake up!"

Xiao Yang said coldly.

The spirit-binding rope was closed in an instant, and only the sound of broken muscles and bones was heard. A blood mist squirted up, and Lu Piaoran's body turned into nothingness.

Seeing this, the child's face was as beautiful as earth, and he really didn't dare to imagine what would happen if such a picture fell on him. His body was shaking like a sieve.

"Master, Lu Qihou..."

He Kaizhi asked timidly.

"Put him flat on the ground!"

Xiao Yang ordered.

He Kaizhi followed Xiao Yang's instructions.

Now that the three souls have returned to the body, Xiao Yang's divine cultivation has recovered to half of what he had been a thousand years ago, and this cultivation has long exceeded the realm of the Divine Slaughter, which is a height that He Kaizhi and others cannot covet.

Xiao Yang's vision fell on Lu Qihou's body, breathing and breathing, his hands slowly raised, and they were level in front of his chest, and two rays of spiritual light appeared in his palms.

As the spirit flashed, a shiny crystal like golden snow slowly fell around Lu Qihou's body, wrapping it.

The shattered muscles and bones in Lu Qihou's body healed at an extremely fast speed.

After only a few sucks, Lu Qihou's injuries were almost healed.

However, Lu Piaoran injured him so much this time, and Xiao Yang's current cultivation level could only cure him to this level.

Lu Qihou slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was still alive.

He clearly remembered what happened before he fainted.

As soon as he jumped into the cave, he saw Lu Piaoran. But before he could use his cultivation to capture Lu Piaoran, a fierce demonic wind came towards him and knocked him out.

He stood up, moved his hands and feet, and then knelt in front of Xiao Yang, kowtowed three times, and said gratefully: "Mr. Xiao, from today on, my life of Lu Qihou will be yours!"

In the illusion of the Lu family's Dongting Forbidden Land, Xiao Yang saved his life. At the farewell banquet, Xiao Yang took action to knock down the wine cup, which saved his life. In this strange forest, he thought he would die, but he did not expect Xiao Yang to save him from the gate of hell.
Chapter completed!