Severely injured body, forcibly driving the needle.

This kind of Lin Mo's already weak body has become even more dilapidated at this moment.

With Lin Mo spitting out a mouthful of blood again, the silver needle finally fell into Wuhen's chest.

After sealing the blood near the disciple's wound, Lin Mo carefully pulled out the gossip knife.

The ferocious wound was immediately exposed.

The heart that was originally alive is no longer beating at this time.

Become lifeless.

It's just that even at this moment, Lin Mo still doesn't believe the fact that his disciple has died.

"Wake me up!"

After Lin Mo called out angrily, he took out the nine needles of Dugu again, and cooperated with the magic needle of good fortune.

Doing that powerless struggle.

It's just that in this case of overdrafting his energy, his own vitality is constantly losing.

Originally black, white hair continued to emerge.

Blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

The black rose on the side looked at his death-like behavior, and his heart ached for no reason.

Just as he was about to step forward to dissuade him, a reminder from Ji Dutuo suddenly came from behind him.

"You can't stop him in his current state."

"Let's follow Brother Lin Mo to make the last struggle for his disciple."

Everyone present knew that the lights went out when people died.

Wanting to come back to life is simply a fantasy.

After Ji Dutuo sighed, he frowned and asked.

"How could Lin Mo be so weak?"

It stands to reason that after the two fought, although both were injured.

But he had asked the Nebula sisters to help Lin Mo expel the power of thunder in his body.

The remaining internal injuries will never reach this level.

With such doubts, Ji Dutuo slowly narrowed his eyes and observed it carefully.

Only then did I discover that Lin Mo's weakness was not only physical.

His spirit is deficient.

This is a sign of the blood of the source.

Look aside, the black rose that was half-dead a few days ago.

Ji Dutuo suddenly had enlightenment in his heart.

How stupid!

He even lost his source to save a mediocre woman.

Just as he cursed.

Lin Mo couldn't hold on anymore.

After performing the Nine Needles of Dugu, he has come to the brink of collapse.

It was accompanied by a whirling sensation.

He collapsed on the bed.

Seeing this, Ma Bond and Black Rose looked anxious.

A Jianbu rushed over and immediately supported Lin Mo.

"Mr. Lin, the dead cannot be resurrected."

Ma Bond persuaded sadly.

"Wuhen is gone, let her leave in peace."

"Stop torturing yourself!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Lin Mo's eyes became even darker.

He knew that Ma Bond still had half a word to say.

Don't torture yourself, and don't torture yourself without hate.

At this moment, he couldn't hold the last line of defense, and the tears in his eyes fell down his cheeks.

Uncomfortable depression, grief, coupled with an already mutilated body.

Lin Mo spat out a mouthful of blood again.

At this moment, he has felt that the meridians in his inner body have been damaged in many places.

Even a few fragile inactions have been broken.

But right now, he doesn't have the heart to care about this at all.

At this moment, even breathing, there will be heart-piercing stabbing pains from all over the body.

"Help me up!"

Lin Mo said with a haggard expression, and his voice became weak.

With the help of the two, he struggled to the side of the bed.

Looking at the icy corpse, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel sad.

"It's because the teacher can't take good care of it!"

"If there is a next life, as a teacher, you must make up for the debts of this life."

As he spoke, he stretched out his trembling palm and gently stroked Wuhen's eyes, closing his eyes.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already accepted this cruel reality.

But he didn't wait for him to withdraw his palm.

He suddenly found Wuhen's chest, the wound was abnormal. JrNovels.com