"He should have died this time."
Lu Bingxuan's expression was solemn. He had seen with his own eyes that Hong Luo had failed to kill this guy time and time again, it had made him lose confidence.
In the huge pit on the ground, Hong Luo's flesh squirmed and a girl flew out.
She looked like a pocket-sized version of Hong Luo. At this moment, her face was ashen and she was a little hysterical. "Damn it, he destroyed my physical body. How did he escape my Red Lotus Burial technique?"
As she cursed, she took out a paper figurine and prepared to hide in it for the time being.
Although a cultivator's Nascent Soul could be considered a second life, it was still fragile. They could not stay outside without protection for a long time, or their souls would dissipate.
"Red Lotus Burial? Why does it look like a mushroom instead? It doesn't look like a red lotus at all."
