A huge demon dragon that wraps its body around.

The sharp dragon scale barbs tore apart the flesh of the left arm one by one, stabbing holes in the bones.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrolled eye of heaven appeared in Jing Qing's consciousness, and the mirror image of the battle in the nine heavens was like a picture reflected on the mirror, flipping one by one, like an unreal movie.

Until the moment when the space was folded and Long Xiaori was about to leave.

A voice that only appears when the Heavenly Demon is confused echoes in Jing Qing's heart.

"She, that girl is leaving, what are you going to do?"

"Is it to watch weakly, she is devoured by the soul of the dragon king, or stop her and let her recover herself? It's up to you......"

Knock knock!

The sound of the heart beating, like a war drum beating, Jing Qing's body, the green tendons burst out, and the red was terrible!

"Needless to say! The second one, of course. “

He roared loudly in his heart, as if he wanted to spew out all his emotions.

"As you wish."

The seductive voice and chuckle disappeared, but the body of the demon dragon began to swim.

The dragon scale barbs slashed on the bones of his left arm, and large swaths of delicate and majestic lines were carved into them.

Jing Qing's spirit, spirit, spiritual power, and soul power merged uncontrollably into those lines, forming a flickering black light.

Suddenly, a power that also originated from antiquity, was not inferior to Long Xiaori, and even surpassed the dragon king to some extent, and was born bit by bit, with powerful power, filling every trace of flesh and blood in his left arm.

There is an urge to blow up the world with one palm.

And the rest of the body.

Except for the right arm occupied by the positive divine text, which emitted yang qi to knock away the demonic dragon breath, the rest of the place was like a dried corpse that had been blown by the wind and sand for a hundred years, and it was inactive.

All his strength was absorbed by his left arm.

If it weren't for the physical body of an immortal cultivator, which was a hundred times stronger than that of mortals, I am afraid that he would have died without the help of others.

However, although he was still alive, Jing Qing's consciousness had been completely blurred, and even if it was his spiritual sense, it had lost its cohesion and collapsed.

Only the imperceptible blood-colored realm in the depths of the sea of consciousness still has some thoughts and retains the ability to think.

Trampling on the blood-colored waves, Jing Qing, who was on the edge of the sea of blood, frowned.

The faint mind and spiritual sense caused Jing Qing in the sea of blood to only maintain a translucent and ephemeral form, as if a gust of wind would dissipate.

Now, his strength is too weak.

It was so weak that even the souls of those lowest-level first-order spirit beasts in the sea of blood could suppress themselves.

With such a body, it is impossible to exert the strength of its left arm at all, and it is afraid that the slightest move will kill itself, let alone stop the escaped dragon king.

Unless, you can get your body back to peak condition.

In that case, maybe you can stop her with the Demon Dragon Pattern on her left arm and the Positive Divine Text on her right arm!

Of course, even after recovering, after seeing the terrible battle in the Nine Heavens, Jing Qing was full of doubts about whether he could defeat a powerful existence like the Fire Dragon King.

Taking a deep breath, he strengthened his faith.

Give up or continue?

Needless to say!

As a sword cultivator, no matter how difficult and dangerous it is, it should be split with a sword.

Through the mountains and mountains, it can also cut out a line of sky, and the vast rivers and oceans are only regarded as a stinky ditch, how can this small difficulty stop itself? Even if you don't fight, you have to fight so that you won't regret it.

Stretching out his right hand, the faint sword intent converged into a small sword.

The slender and thin sword body looked very pitiful, as if it would break if it was touched, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the blade, which flashed with a cold light.

Sighing secretly, Jing Qing was helpless.

Although the sword was inferior, it was already the limit of what he could achieve when most of his spiritual sense and mind could not be mobilized.

But it's enough.

Although his strength is insufficient, he still has the ability to think, and he has not lost his mastery of swordsmanship, and he will definitely not lose to those low-level beast souls who have no intelligence at all, and are like puppets.

The biggest problem now is probably that those low-level beast souls live in groups.

Thinking about countermeasures, Jing Qing's steps were like the wind, stepping on the blood-colored waves, and moving towards the center of the blood sea.

It didn't take long for three strange-looking beast souls to appear in the rolling blood waves.

Long face, emaciated body, slender limbs, like a horse spirit animal, but there is a pair of bat wings on its back, its mouth is split, and its sharp teeth like a scimitar are very hideous.

"This is the Fire Manta Horse, a spirit beast unique to the Fire Spirit Sect, although it is fierce by nature, its strength is not very strong, and it has no special abilities."

After a little groaning, Jing Qing raised his sword and walked away.

He was well aware that he didn't have much time.

Although the time in the sea of blood is not consistent with the outside world, for such a long period of time, under the monitoring of the eye of the sky, Long Xiaori's right foot is still swiped in mid-air, and it does not fall into the folded line of space.

But this step will always be taken.

Roughly estimated, at most, Jing Qing was only given one night's time.

Not to mention......

Jing Qing licked his lips, the majestic aura emanated irrepressibly, now he is full of anger and has nowhere to vent!

"Roar!"

found Jingqing, the three fire manta horses, roared loudly, and the bat's wings behind them suddenly unfolded. The heat wave rose violently, and with the help of the wind and fire, it swooped down.

"Slashing Sword Intent."

Miserably flashed, avoiding the impact of the leading spirit beast, the thin small sword slashed delicately, like a meteor, sweeping over the throat of the fire manta horse.

Without strength, you have to rely on the most basic skills to close the gap.

With a "click", he still maintained an extremely sharp sword intent, and easily cut off the head of the spirit beast.

A faint cool air poured into the weakened body, and Jing Qing's strength instantly became half a point stronger.

"Very good, as long as you keep going, you will be back to the top soon."

Continuously flashing, stepping on the weird and slippery magic dragon footwork, Jing Qing avoided the two fire bats that were slightly slower, and with a twist of his left fist, he grabbed a burning bat wing.

"Demon Dragon Fist."

The ferocious fist strength was instantly concentrated, tearing the bat's wings apart, and the fire bat horse screamed miserably, his eyes were red, and he fought fiercely, looking back and biting Jingqing.

"Zheng!"

The sword flashed, and along a straight line, the tip of the sword had pierced its head along the gap between the sharp teeth.

"There's another one."

Throwing down the broken bat wings that gradually disappeared in his hand, Jing Qing received the soul power into his body, and without looking back, his backhand was a sword, slashing it behind his back.

The whistling wind has long informed Jing Qing of the location of the target.

While!

The small sword was overwhelmed and broken, and the skull of the fire manta horse was also cut off by the broken sword body.

"Sure enough, the first-order beast soul has too little soul power, so it must be faster and kill stronger beast souls."

The soul power of the three beast souls made Jing Qing's strength recover a little, and he continued to walk inward along the waves, and a wider and sharper sword gradually appeared in his hand.

In the waves at the center of the sea of blood, there are more and stronger beast souls.

He wants to "eat" them all.