Ying De lost the support of his backbone and collapsed to the ground like a slush.

The sea of ​​blood in Chang Xi's chest was gone, and the dantian was empty. He had lost his spiritual power to protect him, and he was also suffering from the severe pain of Huang Yan's burning body.

Chang Xi's arm was like a nail, nailing Yingde to the ground.

Chang Xi's black golden dragon robe was broken into rags, and his body gradually turned into ashes.

He doesn't regret it, he has his own decision.

This forbidden formation can be used but not entered. If he falls first, Xin Tong and Qing Xuan, who have no power to fight back, will only be the fat meat that Ying De wants to eat. He will never allow these two women he cherishes most in his life to be humiliated.

So he must not die than win.

The prince from the Demon Realm coveted the Yuanyin of Xin Tong and Qing Xuan's body. It is not difficult to know from him that although he had been in Jiuzhou for a long time, he had never talked about it with others. Those who knew about this only came to five people. Apart from Yingde himself, the rest were the two old men of the faithful slaves, Fu Lao and Ku Mu.

Now that Old You is dead, Fu Lao and the dead wood have turned into ashes, Old Ming is absolutely unable to walk out of Wushan. So as long as he kills the prince who is above the top, the two girls Xin Tong and Qingxuan will be truly safe.

Yingde, whose backbone was crushed, could move. Yingde raised his hands and held Chang Xi's coke-like neck with his thumb. He clenched his thumb into Chang Xi's flesh and blood, shattering Chang Xi's throat. Chang Xi, who had only one arm, was powerless to stop him, and just looked at him coldly.

At this time, the two of them did not look like high-ranking monks at all, but were like two gangsters fighting on the street. Their moves were vulgar, but they were so tragic.

Ying De's mouth was bleeding, but he could still laugh, "You thought you could kill this prince, you'd dreamt!"

Chang Xi, who was already as angry as a slut, was now completely relying on his breath of energy and spirit to prosper, and he vaguely guessed something.

Ying De waved his hands with his hands, and grinned and pulled the flesh and blood like charcoal beside Chang Xi's neck, and said wildly: "Everyone in our demon royal family has cultivated magic cores. Unlike the heart dantian of your people in Jiuzhou, you can't find the magic core even if you give it a few more hours. What can you kill me if you can't kill me?"

Chang Xi remained silent. He had no throat to speak anymore. There was still a last wisp of spiritual consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness in Niwan Palace that was so weak that it would dissipate at any time. Chang Xi picked it up and sent the spiritual consciousness to the voice. It was not someone else, but into his own body.

The sound transmission travels through the withered and dead meridians and flesh, flying through the dry sea of ​​blood, flying over the dull Nascent Soul, and echoing little by little.

"It's all here, can't you come out to help me?"

Chang Xi seemed to be murmuring to himself, without any response. The faint spiritual consciousness finally came to an end, like a string breaking, and there was no echo again.

At this moment, Yingde from the outside world struggled violently as if he had seen a ghost.

Because he saw that a dark shadow as dark as abyss slowly emerged on Chang Xi, which was as haggard as charcoal, condensed into Chang Xi's broken arm, held the cave sword, cut off his limbs, and cut a dignified demonic royal family into a human pit.

Even though his backbone was crushed, Ying De finally screamed. Old Ming, who was fighting with the second brother and the other brother outside the formation, saw this scene. The horrified souls all emerged. Regardless of the magical sword technique that was smashing towards him, he immediately rushed back to the formation to savior, but he did not want to surround him to seize the opportunity and captured him alive while his empty sect was wide open.

Yun Mo, who was almost as devilish, was about to lift his sword to slash the old man under the sword. Junior Brother Wen, who was rushing over, grabbed his wrist tightly. The fourth junior brother, who was known for his divine consciousness, could not hold the second senior brother down there. He had to say anxiously: "Senior Brother, the old man in black robe is dead. If we kill him again, we can't enter this formation!"

A hint of clarity flashed in Yun Mo's eyes, like a ferocious beast.

Old Ming, who was somewhat demonic, had a decisive look, and he broke his heart without hesitation. He would rather die and disappear than let these four people find a way to break through the ban from him. He even viciously prepared to self-destruct the Nascent Soul and die with these four people, but Wen Zhuyu discovered that his efforts were in vain. After the masterless golden wheel array plate lost its luster, countless cracks broke out on the surface, falling into the clouds.

Yun Mo, who was furious, dismantled Old Ming's body eight pieces and turned the storage bag upside down. He could not find a way to enter the formation. He slashed the invisible formation, causing the entire Wushan Mountain Range to tremble, but he could never break it with brute force from the outside.

Su You was trembling as if she was thundering. She shakingly knelt in the air. As her bloodline sensed, the original power belonging to the young master almost disappeared. She looked at the formation that was beyond her reach, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

The young monk closed his eyes in pain and raised his head. The Baoxiang Zen Staff was almost broken by the young Buddha.

Yun Mo's tiger's mouth was torn apart by the force of the recoil of the Demon-Drinking Sword. He still ignored it, letting blood flow like a stream. Yun Mo's shrill screams resounded throughout Wushan. Even if he had no bloodline sensing, he could still clearly feel something important was leaving him. The crazy sword cultivator cried loudly.

"I can't find his magic core. The size of the demonic core in the body of the demon royal monk is different from the golden elixir of the Jiuzhou monk or the demonic elixir of the demon clan. It can be big or small. Especially for people like him who have reached the realm of God Transformation, their cultivation skills must be special than ordinary demon cultivators. The size of his magic core may be only ordinary blood drops or even smaller. As long as the demon core exists, even if it is just a drop of blood, he can still use the secret magic of the demon clan to resurrect from the dead. If he wants to completely erase him and cut off all future troubles, he can only use the power of heaven and earth to destroy him into the smallest powder."

The shadow, which was originally like an arm, gradually turned into Chang Xi's appearance, with a tone and aura that was exactly the same as Chang Xi's, but the slightly evil face was very similar to Chang Xi's original gentle appearance.

Chang Xi's body was as haggard as carbon. Both feet had stepped into the gate of hell, and only half of his heel was still in the world. He looked up at the "Chang Xi" who walked out of his body. He had no throat, no spiritual sense, or even hands, and could only look at it, his eyes were extremely calm.

It was not until after the Nascent Soul Realm that Chang Xi read widely obscure ancient books and combined his own experience and guessing that he vaguely knew what the black figure without facial features that appeared in his dream after he fell off the cliff.

Ying De, who had been cut into a human pig, looked at the "Chang Xi" who seemed to be transformed from outside. This "Chang Xi" actually revealed the secret of the magic core in one word, and even knew how to really kill him, how could he not be frightened?

The two Chang Xi looked at each other, "Chang Xi" spread his hands and smiled and said, "You have the final say in your body, but you have to think about it and make a decision, and you and I will never have a future."

Chang Xi nodded silently.

Chang Xi wanted to turn his head. He wanted to take a look at Xin Tong and Qing Xuan again, but he couldn't do it. He was dug out half of his throat by Yingde and could not move anymore.

Xin Tong and Qing Xuan were crazy and wanted to rush to him, but they were pressed to the defensive formation by Yuehong Sword Spirit and Tianhuang Spirit. Xin Tong cried heart-wrenchingly, pulled the arm of Yuehong Sword Spirit and shouted: "You withdraw the formation for me! I asked you to withdraw! Did you hear it!"

Yuehong and Tianhuang, who were in tune with their master's heart, had already cried like tears. The two dolls who knew their mission had stretched out their tender arms in front of two crazy women, and did not let in a single step.

The damage caused by the damage caused by the 800-year-old damage that hurts the enemy and the burning blood power are irreversible. They can allow Chang Xi to cross the natural barrier of cultivation, allowing Chang Xi to fight against the top five of the younger generation of the demons to lose both sides, but they will have to pay a heavy price in the end.

Chang Xi struggled to pull out his burnt flesh and blood from Yingde's abdomen, which could no longer be seen in the shape of his palm, took a deep breath, and tapped it on his Dantian Spirit Sea, his chest, and the sea of ​​consciousness in Niwan Palace.

The three seas, which were regarded as more important than life by cultivators in the world, collapsed at this moment, and the collapsed power destroyed Chang Xi's sword intent dragon bones, thus triggering the mighty power hidden deep in his candle-holding dragon bones.

He wants to ignite his body and foundation of cultivation, and completely kill this villain. He must not let the vicious prince return to the mountain!

"It's really a blessing and a disaster to live with you. Just a few more than ten years of time are wonderful. Let me go through this last journey with you."

The "Chang Xi" transformed by the shadow flashed in her eyes, and she merged back into Chang Xi's body, which was shaped like withered charcoal.

Chang Xi, who was kneeling, shining brightly in his body, shining to tear him apart. Chang Xi, who had never shed tears in front of a woman, burst into tears at this moment. As soon as he passed through the bloody corners of his eyes, he was burned into nothingness by the heat wave. With the moment when his body was torn apart by great power, he finally turned his head and finally saw the two women he said he wanted to protect his life in the wedding night.

He felt that there was a moment of tranquility in the world, and memories emerged like a lantern.

He remembered that his father said that men should dare to act and die even more.

He looked at the two women he regarded as treasures in his life, and pulled open the corners of his bloody mouth. The broken lips were so gentle that he could not make a sound. The breath of energy that he had always been hanging with great perseverance finally dissipated.

The corners of the wriggling lips were only three short sounds, and the thoughts turned into my love for you.

The ray of light swallowed the figure that stood tall and stood up, tearing and smashing the ban formation, and it seemed that a new sun rose in Wushan.

On the cliff of the back hall of Tianxiu Peak, Yunyou, who was feeding the cranes, trembled his palms, and the bait fell. He looked into the direction of Wushan, and was restless.

In the distant mountains, Chang'an, who was riding a black panther, suddenly looked back, and the black panther under his crotch sobbed gently towards Wushan, which he could not reach.

In the Shangqing Palace, Qiu Li, who had been anxious and sleepless for several days, burst into tears without warning, but he couldn't wipe it clean. Suddenly, the sadness that came came drowned him in an instant.

The Cheng family in Yaocheng, whose hair turned from white to black, suddenly turned black in front of them. Great sadness hit, and tears burst out. Cheng Yao, who was already the leader of thousands of families in Huizhou, was so heartbroken that she could not breathe. In a trance, a figure of a man gradually faded away, as if she would never come back.

On the Qingyu Square in Qingyun Mountain, the Qingyun Monument still stands tall. There are countless mysterious runes like tadpoles on the tip of the monument disappearing in an instant, and no one can see them.
Chapter completed!