"After this sword, there will be no more you in this world, and your blood, your flesh, and your way will be my stepping stones. ”

Mo Xie couldn't understand what Lin Ming was saying, but he knew what was waiting for him.

The tip of the Huolin Sword trembled continuously, sticking to Mo Ye's forehead in Lin Ming's grasp.

fell into the hands of the wrong person, even if the sword seemed to be unwilling.

Not to mention people?

“……”

His heart was pierced, his cultivation was bound by the Buddha's palm, and Mo Xie couldn't say a word, let alone move even a finger, and even his brain was numb and paralyzed by the broken supply of oxygen.

He doesn't seem to be able to do anything, he can't seem to do anything.

Utterly, 100 percent defeat.

But there is no such thing as 100 percent in this world, all 100 percent is rounded up, just like a third plus a third and a third plus a third should be 099999...... The same.

Even if the heart is lost, even if there is no way to do anything, Mo Ye has a chance to survive and even win.

This vitality is in Lin Ming's hands.

"It's time!"

Mo Xie could clearly see the muscles in Lin Ming's hands contract and tense, and he knew that as long as the energy that was bound and bound in it was released, he would usher in his end.

The dilated pupils recondensed at this moment, and a thought conveyed the world of the Buddha's palm arch with the blink of an eye.

"Fire Lin Sword!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the sky, this voice was familiar to both Mo Ye and Lin Ming, but at this moment, whether it was heard by any of them, it was a little distorted.

It was Mo Ye's voice.

It's just that this sound is played with a tape recorder, so how to listen to it is distorted.

But this should still be characterized as Mo Xie's voice, and that's enough.

Under the condition that all abilities are blocked, even Lin Ming needs to use a large amount of nonsense to open up enough power to complete this thorn, the human body has a limit, the limit of the blood clan and the dragon body may be slightly higher, and the limit of the machine and the body is far beyond the flesh and blood.

Especially the production of the Holy Scriptures.

"Whew!"

The next moment the voice sounded in the sky, an explosion-like sword roar burst out from Lin Ming's hand—from the Fire Lin Sword in Lin Ming's hand to be precise.

The Fire Lin Sword is equipped with a voice-activated recovery service attached to the Holy Text, and no matter where it is, as soon as it receives Mo Ye's voice, it will run away.

A fiery meteor rose into the sky, and a head with messy hair like grass fell to the ground.

"Plop!"

The headless body fell on the body of the heartless man, and the yin and yang figures on the ground were like ink paintings soaked in water, and the hair became blurry and unrecognizable.

The yin and yang diagram was broken, and a sigh came out of the void:

"It's a shame for the real Gil, the old man really looked away at the beginning, opened a bunch of plug-ins and finally had to use yin tricks to win, how could I have such a shameful apprentice as you!"

Ignoring the rules of the 'Heavenly Realm', he appeared in the palm of the Buddha without warning, and drank the golden light of the whole realm with a wave of his hand.

The lonely lantern people are as strong as ever.

"Division...... Fu ......"

The Buddha's palm collapsed, and the binding force of the Dharma Heaven and Earth also quickly dissipated, and Mo Xie's skill gradually recovered, and he gradually recovered his body's ability to move as he sealed the wound and pulled the blood flow with his telekinesis.

"Then call me master when you've cleaned yourself up!" said the lone lantern man as he walked up until he had turned himself into a thumb-high bump on the horizon.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Ye levitated and floated to the side of the Lone Lantern Daoist, and behind him, a corpse in the original battlefield was burning, billowing black smoke.

"Master. ”

He had changed into new clothes, but the smell of blood still lingered on his body.

There was a large hole in his heart that showed light from front to back.

The heart is empty, empty.

Obviously, he cut off his old enemy, but he didn't feel the slightest joy.

The Lone Lantern Daoist turned to look at Mo Ye, who lowered his head and did not make eye contact with him.

"It's a shame. "The lonely lantern is still the same sentence.

It's really a shame.,Carrying the golden finger of the "Holy Scripture" for so long.,Coming and going between many worlds.,I'm still a rookie.,I can't even beat the enemy who hasn't opened this kind of golden finger.,It's not a shame to say that you'll definitely be pressed to the ground and rubbed by the protagonist of N more infinite flows.。

"Why did I ask you to be my apprentice in the first place? "The lonely lantern man repeats the same old tune.

Mo Ye still didn't speak.

"People don't say that they can at least increase their strength if they become holy and become gods, but you don't say anything about it for a long time, and you made a bunch of moths during the period, not to mention, and you also made yourself five labors and seven injuries, it's too embarrassing!"

Mo Xie lowered his head.

"Tick-tock. ”

A drop of liquid fell on the cloud blanket.

Mo Ye burst into tears.

Nothing is right and wrong, and not the heart is sad. When the heart is empty, there is sadness, the saint is nameless, and the grief is inexplicable.

Compassion is the root of goodness, and compassion is in the heart.

Kindness is the tears on Mo Xie's face.

"This is like my apprentice!" the Lone Lantern Daoist laughed at this, and then disappeared like a dream bubble.

Mo Xie also disappeared into the first layer of the 'Heavenly Realm' after he disappeared for a second, he was sad, but he had to heal first. However, before he could begin to heal, he used his authority to completely and permanently seal the first level of the 'Heavenly Realm'.

……

Mo Xie and Lin Ming fought for three days and three nights, and the time by Jianye Lake also passed three days and three nights.

"Still no news......

Zhang Lingshu led the team to camp by the lake for three days, and Mo Ye, who was known as a madman, naturally didn't wait, he didn't even catch a single fish in the three days on the edge of this big lake created by xenomorph energy.

The place seemed to be cursed, and every night there was a faint ghost crying everywhere, and in three days, the level of the warriors' will had fallen to a dangerous line.

Zhang Lingshu planned to retreat, but in vain, he began to pack his bags after listening to the last shortwave communication.

Not only did he return this time in vain, but even the team that had been assigned to go straight to the mountain where the children were located was also in vain, as if their target knew everything in advance and was able to avoid them in advance.

Zhang Lingshu couldn't help but think of Monk Chen, and Monk Chen's voice has not been heard from so far, and the last report he got was that Monk Chen's entry into the ice circle.

He suspected that this mad monk had betrayed them, and he had always vaguely felt that there was something between Monk Chen and Mo Ye, but he couldn't verify it due to the current conditions.

The cultivators have fallen and the vitality of the alien race has been greatly damaged, and the present world is the best time to establish a kingdom that truly belongs to mortals, and he will not allow anyone to stand in the way.