His face was first sunken inward, as if a ball of cotton had been squeezed together, and then suddenly exploded, and countless blood sprayed out!

Wu Yuanxiu let out a shrill scream, and his headless body retreated backwards, trying to avoid Hui Chen's attack.

But Hui Chen followed him like a shadow, and his golden fist shadow kept hitting Wu Yuanxiu's body like a violent storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

With a series of explosions, Wu Yuanxiu's body twisted and deformed, and in the end almost turned into a puddle of mud!

Suddenly, a true spirit flew out of the fleshy mud, speeding towards the distance at an extremely fast speed!

Huichen had long expected that this person's true spirit wanted to escape, so he sneered: "I have made a big mistake, how can I still cause trouble to my disciples? Just stay here today!"

After saying that, "No Self, No Buddha" gathered his shocking divine power, punched Wu Yuanxiu in the air, and hit Wu Yuanxiu who was escaping far away.

But before his fist shadow could get close to Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit, the man let out a shrill scream!

Hui Chen was slightly surprised. Looking from a distance, he saw a purple demonic fire emerging from the inside of Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit, and it actually ignited spontaneously in the darkness!

"No... no! Emperor Burial, I don't want to run away, and I don't want to betray you either!"

Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit screamed crazily in mid-air, looking extremely frightened.

But the purple demonic fire didn't give him a chance to explain at all. It started burning from within the true spirit, and it burned more and more fiercely...

Eventually, the entire true spirit was covered in flames!

"Buried Emperor, I didn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Yuanxiu's true spirit was burned away by the demonic fire, leaving only a wisp of green smoke, slowly floating in the air.

Huichen's powerful and heavy punch finally failed.

Before he hit Wu Yuanxiu, Wu Yuanxiu had already died and completely disappeared from this world...

"well……"

Huichen saw this scene from a distance, and his expression changed slightly.

It seems that the Buried Emperor does not believe Wu Yuanxiu at all and has manipulated his true spirit. Once he abandons his body and escapes, he will be ruthlessly obliterated...

"Such heretics are not the orthodoxy of our human race. Even if they are sanctified, they are not saints... Even if they are proud for a while, they will eventually be counterattacked!"

Huichen sighed softly, then turned around and looked at Liang Yan in the distance.

At this moment, Liang Yan had passed out and was leaning against a boulder.

Huichen's figure flashed and appeared next to him the next moment.

"Well..."

He put his hand on Liang Yan's shoulder, checked it carefully for a moment, and said to himself: "Fortunately, it didn't damage the root."

As soon as he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged behind Liang Yan, put one hand against his apprentice's back, and golden light flowed uncertainly...

…………

At the same time, in the mountain and sea map.

The Buried Emperor fights one against nine, with all kinds of magical powers and spells emerging one after another, and the aura of the real devil stirring up, turning the world in this picture upside down!

However, the once dominating Lord of Tiangong City now has disheveled hair, pale face, and looks extremely embarrassed...

His true demon power was still strong, but it lacked that brave and fearless aura.

"Emperor Buried Heaven, without your immortality, you have become timid!"

Xuanyuan Potian laughed loudly, the holy energy of the heavenly dragon surrounded him, and his offensive was like fire, and it would not stop for a moment!

Li Yuxian and Xiao Kunlun also pushed their magic power to the extreme, forming a powerful force with Xuanyuan Po Tian, ​​surrounding the Burial Emperor in the middle.

These three people all inherited Linghu Bai's Qing Ming Heart, and their magic powers can sense each other. They cooperated almost perfectly. Even with the strength of Emperor Burying the Heaven, he could not escape the blockade of the three!

At the same time, six saints including Wu Nian, Feng Wu, Wei Wen Xiang, Ying Ronger... also launched a fierce offensive against the Buried Emperor.

This terrifying battle continued for ten days and ten nights!

In the end, the mountain and sea map could not withstand the magic power of the ten saints, and the millions of miles of space collapsed one after another. The aftermath of the saints' battle spread out from the map, flattening almost all the peaks in the Misty Mountains!

Fortunately, Nanxuan's army has evacuated this place in time.

The war is coming to an end. The once mighty Beiming army has either died in battle or surrendered. Only a few people have escaped here...

Now, in the entire Beiming, only Emperor Zangtian is still holding on!

Bang!

An earth-shaking loud noise suddenly erupted above the ruins.

The map of mountains and seas that was originally floating in the air was shattered into pieces and turned into countless scraps of paper, scattered in the wind...

Ten figures appeared from the picture and returned to the Antarctic continent.

"Emperor Buried Heaven, you are exhausted! In the past, there were Nine Saints slaying immortals, but now there are Nine Saints slaying demons!"

Xiao Kunlun shouted loudly and pinched the magic formula with both hands.

Thousands of mountains appeared in mid-air, transforming into a sky-reaching killing array, firmly locking the aura of the Buried Emperor.

The other saints also took action one after another, and various magic powers swept in from all directions!

"It's ridiculous that you saints are all frogs in the well. How can I, the one who carries the Heavenly Dao, be afraid of you!"

The eyes of the Burying Emperor were a little crazy.

He held a black iron staff, and ninety-nine and eighty-one demon gods appeared above his head, urging the power of the real demon to the extreme, trying to stop the Nine Saints from encircling him.

It's a pity that his magic power is no longer as good as before. Even if he is so powerful, how can he stop the Nine Saints from joining forces?

Rumble!

A loud noise was heard as Xuanyuan Potian's Heavenly Dragon Holy Qi took the lead in breaking through his body-protecting demonic light. Li Yuxian entangled the Demon God's phantom again, and the other saints swarmed forward, using all kinds of magical powers to hit the Burial Emperor's body.

The Buried Emperor took several steps back and swept away the crowd with his black iron staff, but blood flowed from the corner of his mouth...

He looked around and found enemies on all sides!

I don’t know since when, there is no more Beiming monk in the entire Piaomiao Mountain.

Those who once followed him, Poison Saint, Martial Saint, Soul Saint... none of them are around now.
Chapter completed!