Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 167 Li Zhexian is dying, Zhu Zhuqing's heartbreaking love (Bonus chapter, please vote)
Looking at Bibi Dong, whose head was bowed.

A hint of regret appeared on Li Zhexian's face.

"pity……"

A voice as soft as a dream faded away.

The eerie blood-red aura emanating from his body receded like the tide.

Followed by.

A chilling scene unfolded...

Fine cracks began to appear on Li Zhexian's body from the inside out.

No blood seeped out.

Through those countless hideous cracks.

It is evident that its flesh and blood have turned a withered, grayish-white color.

bang——

Li Zhexian fell straight backward.

Several deeper cracks suddenly tore apart his battered body.

"Li Zhexian!!!"

Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others rushed towards him like madmen.

however.

at this time.

Bibi Dong, who had her head bowed and seemed to have lost all life, suddenly had spirit rings appearing beneath her feet.

In particular, the ninth scarlet 100,000-year soul ring suddenly erupted with dazzling blood light.

The expressions of Dugu Bo and the other three changed drastically.

"This place is dangerous!"

"go!"

With a flick of their sleeves, the four figures unleashed their immense soul power, enveloping several academy teams and transforming them into streaks of light that hurtled rapidly outwards.

In chaos.

The Soul Masters of Tiandou City struggled to their feet from the pile of corpses.

He held up the blood-stained paper and screamed.

"Your Majesties! Please take me with you!"

"I am a Soul Master from Heaven Dou City who records the deeds of Lord Jianjiu!"

Just as the ghastly green poisonous fog was about to dissipate.

A emerald green snake coiled around his waist and dragged him away from the area.

In an instant.

The blood-stained square was now empty.

Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo struggled to break free from the rubble on the mountainside.

The Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall were horrified to see...

Two pale hands emerged from Pope Bibidon's mouth.

Tear--!
A tooth-grinding sound of flesh tearing rang out.
Large gushes of viscous liquid gushed out, and a figure with eight sharp spider legs on its lower body, a pale and beautiful face twisted with venomous hatred, emerged from the shattered skin.

“Li…the banished…immortal…”

A sharp, piercing screech, unlike anything a human could produce!

Tang San, who was in the distance, felt his hair stand on end.

He was horrified to discover.

The resurrected Bibi Dong looked at him.

at this time.

A burly figure shrouded in a black robe appeared out of thin air.

The person suddenly appeared.

Bibi Dong's resentful gaze sharpened slightly, revealing a hint of apprehension.

The man in black robes glanced coldly at the summit of Mount Shen.

He then shouted at Tang San in a low voice:

"go!"

The words fell.

The two figures had already disappeared from the spot.

Seeing that all the important targets had escaped, Bibi Dong's purple eyes surged with black energy, and she let out a sharp roar that tore through the clouds.

"Mobilize all Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall!"

"Li Zhexian..."

"I demand to see him alive or dead!"

A hundred miles away from Wuhun City.

In a secluded valley.

Looking at Li Zhexian's cracked and broken body, which resembled a weathered terracotta figurine.

An intense, overwhelming sadness weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

An uncontrollable sob.

The sound echoed softly in the silent mountain forest.

"Damn the Spirit Hall!"

Yu Tianheng's eyes were bloodshot as he slammed his fist into the tree trunk.

Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, and the others clenched their fists, their bodies trembling slightly with grief and indignation.

Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong collapsed to their knees by the mat, looking at Li Zhexian's lifeless face, tears streaming down their faces, almost causing them to faint.

Despite her own depleted soul power, Ye Lingling's healing light from the Nine-Heart Begonia fell upon Li Zhexian, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, showing no improvement whatsoever.

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at Li Zhexian, their eyes devoid of any life, like soulless shells.

“I…we…we’re taking him to find my mother…”

Ye Lingling's voice was dry.

With the last glimmer of hope, they struggled on.

"My mother... can definitely save Li Zhexian!" A glimmer of hope ignited in everyone's eyes.

Dugu Bo shook his head and hissed:
"no……"

"Let's not even talk about how far the journey is."

Even the most beautiful begonia cannot cure a body that is exhausted and dying.

The phrase "oil exhausted, lamp extinguished" is used to describe a situation where something is left unused.

This caused everyone to look sad.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said:

"Old Poison Master, medicine and poison are interconnected. Take another look at that Immortal..."

All eyes fell on Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo remained silent for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a strained response.

"I am powerless to help."

Even the Poison Douluo, whose poison skills were unparalleled on the continent, was helpless.

A pall of despair hung over everyone present.

in the corner.

The Heavenly Dou City Soul Master gritted his teeth and continued recording with trembling hands.

In this suffocating despair.

Feng Bailong's deep voice broke the deathly silence:
"It stands to reason..."

"With injuries like those of a banished immortal, you should have been treated long ago..."

"Why is it that this wisp of energy, though like a flickering candle in the wind, lingers and does not dissipate?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin heard this.

His sharp gaze swept over Li Zhexian.

He leaned forward slowly.

This is the Sword Douluo who is always decisive and ruthless.

At this moment, his movements were unusually cautious.

He gently lifted the collar of Li Zhexian's robe.

A pure white feather radiating a soft glow.

It lay quietly in Li Zhexian's heart.

"This is……"

"Angel Xiangyu?!"

"It's actually such a sacred artifact for protecting one's life?!"

The four knowledgeable titled Douluo were visibly surprised.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the blonde girl who exuded an aura of death.

Having just experienced a major battle.

They all knew that this girl possessed the legendary Angelic Martial Soul and had a profound connection with the Qian family of the Spirit Hall.

But now.

This is not the time to ask about this.

"The angelic feathers could only protect the banished immortal's life for a moment..."

Chen Xin solemnly said:
"What other options are there?!"

"Is there any way to save my friend, the banished immortal?!"

Dugu Bo's voice changed from anxiety.

He pondered for a long time.

He grabbed the treasure pouch from Li Zhexian's waist.

The treasure pouch was a precious storage item belonging to the Dugu family, so he could naturally open it.

"I once sought knowledge of many rare and precious herbs from my young friend, the banished immortal..."

"Quickly check this treasure pouch! Is there any magical flower that can revive the dead and heal the wounded?"

Amidst a scene of utter despair.

This treasure pouch became the last straw.

The faint flame of hope in everyone's eyes was rekindled with difficulty.

however.

As Dugu Bo took out and put down the items from his treasure bag one by one.

His aura grew colder and colder.

His complexion grew increasingly ashen.

And just when this suffocating despair was causing everyone immense grief.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent like a shadow, slowly and very carefully took a flower from her bosom.

This flower...

It was stained with dark red bloodstains that had long since dried.

It looked particularly jarring in her pale hands.

A fragile light ignited in her once lifeless and empty eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very soft as she held the blood-stained flower in her hands and offered it to Dugu Bo:
"Senior Dugu..."

"Look at this exquisite flower..."

"Can Li Zhexian be saved...?"

"Um?!"

"This is……"

A sharp light flashed in Dugu Boyou's deep green vertical pupils.

Zhu Zhuqing gently stroked the flower with her slender hand.

"The red petals of longing break my heart..."

　No more tomorrow, I'll update with three chapters in a row...

　　I had something come up today... I'm sorry, dear readers...

　　
　
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