However, before the silver-white blood had time to solidify, Ni Henian's two sword-like fingers penetrated deeply again and pierced his violently contracting heart.

After the powerful force pierced the heart of the Purgatory Mountain elder, it violently impacted his back. A stream of silver-white blood was like a sword, carrying many internal organs and bone fragments, from the Purgatory Mountain elder's body.

It spurted out like a fountain from behind.

Ni Henian squinted his eyes and took back his hand.

Silver-white blood also gurgled out of the mouth of the Purgatory Mountain elder.

The blood flowed more and more, but the skin and flesh on his body were withering away like pieces of weathering.

Streams of black smoke and flames began to rush out of his body along with blood.

Soon, all the flesh and blood on the Purgatory Mountain elder's body disappeared and turned into fly ash.

This Purgatory Mountain elder really turned into a set of withered bones and scattered on the ground with a snap.

All the Yunqin people who witnessed this scene felt very shocked.

The Saint Master of Zhongzhou City faced the mysterious existence coming out of an unknown place and defeated him in one battle.

But everyone saw that Ni Henian had started coughing lightly and coughing up blood.

Even an ordinary practitioner could see that it was impossible for him to defeat Wen Xuanshu and the white-robed scribe next to Wen Xuanshu.

"Ni Da worships, that's all."

Wen Xuanshu bowed slightly to him and said seriously: "The great worshiper is devoted to the Tao, and there is no need to die with the faint king."

Most of the soul power in Ni Henian's body has flowed out of his body. After experiencing so many battles, his body has been exhausted to the extreme.

However, at this moment, he just shook his head, glanced at Zhenlongshan, and said softly in a strange tone: "It's almost done."
Chapter completed!