"My realm, the Punishment Heaven, in this realm, I am the Lord!" The majestic voice of Moyin came from the canopy, and after Wang Kun's body collapsed, dozens of eyes looked at Chen Bin in unison. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, Chen Bin's eyes were blank, holding Xiyan's already cold body, there was no joy or sorrow on his face, but tears wet his somewhat dirty face.

"You're going to die too!" An ink sword emitting a ghostly light formed in the air, Chen Binmune's eyes finally trembled a little, and he looked at the ink sword, it was...

A monstrous hatred flashed in his eyes, the Demon King mark on the back of his hand began to get hot, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

Although compared to the huge canopy, the momentum rising on his body was like the light of fireflies, but what made Chen Bin feel sad was that his strength was indeed increasing at the moment.

And this enhancement is indeed at the cost of Xiyan's death... A faint golden light shone on his body, and the gold-level talent that belonged to him returned to him.

"Chenbin, my talent is yours, if you die, I will also be buried with you." Xiyan's voice seemed to linger in his ears again, and Chen Bin smiled bitterly, it turned out that all this was a lie made up by the girl in order not to let herself do anything.

The return of the gold-level talent, the rapid increase in the spiritual power in the body, made the spiritual power that was originally weak in the confrontation overwhelm the immortal power, Chen Bin's strength has improved, and he now feels that the degree of his current immortal spirit combination can already be comparable to the strength of the fusion realm, but... The body was aggravated by the incompatibility of the two forces, if it weren't for the previous Demon King Mark suppression, Chen Bin would have exploded and died.

The ink sword stayed in the air, and did not slash down quickly, those eyes looked at the helpless black-clothed boy below with mocking eyes, he wanted Chen Bin to enjoy this anger again, but the feeling of powerless grievance.

"It's painful? Angry? Very weak? Mo Yin's voice wrapped around Chenbin, "If you want to blame, blame you for not offending me!" ”

"The weak should have the rules of survival for the weak, why rebel against us superiors?"

"It's you! It's you! As a result, I have to liberate my abilities, and when disaster strikes in the near future, my power of liberation will not be able to be used, and there will be countless casualties and lives in an area that cannot be protected by me. ”

"The area I can't protect will have tens of millions of casualties, all the consequences! It's all caused by you! ”

"It's all your fault for rebelling against me! Die! It's all your fault! The weak must have the consciousness of the weak! The voice grew more and more agitated, but it stopped abruptly.

Then he said slowly: "Sometimes, being weak is also a sin!" The ink sword swung down, and the ink dragon hovering in the air let out a loud roar.

Seeing that the ink sword was about to pierce Chen Bin's body, a blood-colored figure appeared in front of Chen Bin out of thin air.

"Poof." The ink sword pierced directly through the blood-colored figure, but the blood-colored figure grabbed the hilt of the sword and prevented it from coming out of its body.

Chen Bin raised his eyelids, and a look appeared in his already lifeless eyes, which was a touch of shock.

Wang Kun's hideous face in front of him, which was completely composed of blood-colored tentacles, stared at the countless giant eyes in the sky. "Three minutes!" His voice was a little hoarse, and his whole body erupted with blood-colored light, completely enveloping the ink sword.

"Even if you die, you're going to defile your sword!" Wang Kun's voice roared, and the ink sword was wrapped in the blood-colored tentacles on his body, hidden in the blood-colored body.

His body burst out of several blood holes in a row, and Mo Jian was struggling frantically, but his eyes were unyielding!

"Don't have three minutes, just give me one minute!" His voice was like a ghost, looking at the existence of the unsurpassable power in the sky, not only did he not look afraid, but there was a madness.

Chen Bin seemed to see in him the young Wang Kun back then, who suffered Cang Sen's calculations on Novice Island, but before he died, he had to bite back in the face of Cang Sen, who was countless times stronger than himself.

This is Wang Kun's character, he can suffer losses but will never let himself be aggrieved, and he will bite the enemy back when he is dying.

The ring in his hand flashed a pure white light, and the blood light on his body became more and more vigorous. More and more blood-colored tentacles were produced, wrapping the ink sword that wanted to fly out.

Chen Bin shook his throat, but he didn't make a sound, and Wang Kun in front of him turned his head and looked at Chen Bin.

"Don't let Xiyan-san die in vain!" He took off the ring in his hand and threw it to Chenbin. "I received a mission, and the voice of the mission told me that if I collected a set of imperial swords, I could be promised a wish."

"You already have two pieces on your body, this one is mine, I will give it to you, you have to live, and collect all the emperor's swords, see if you can bring us back to life!" As soon as Wang Kun finished speaking, countless blood-colored tentacles behind him formed a pair of blood-colored wings, carrying him into the air.

"I only have one minute, so let me help you open the way to escape!" Wang Kun turned into a blood light and pounced directly on the ink dragon.

The countless giant eyes in the sky looked at Wang Kun in unison, their gazes turned into killing intent, and one after another ink swords were generated out of thin air.

"Bang!" A huge opening tore out of thin air, and the Heart of the Weapon Emperor walked out of it, and he stopped in front of the group of ink swords alone, attracting the attention of most of the eyeballs in the sky.

"Interesting, this kid has borrowed a strength comparable to the late stage of the Fusion Realm from somewhere, and he may really be able to break this canopy." Xianxin said coldly, and countless huge mechanical giants walked out of thin air and fought with the ink sword group. An entire area exploded with a roaring explosion, and the space was even slightly distorted.

And Wang Kun's side did not let it go, the strange blood-colored body made him defeated by the ink dragon again and again without dying, but the vitality of the ink dragon was absorbed by Wang Kun a lot.

But Wang Kun said that there is only one minute, that is, his current strong strength can only last for one minute, and now half of the time has passed!

Chen Bin stood up with Xiyan's cold body in his arms, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, he wanted to survive!

Since the liberation of Moyin, the emperor in the Demon King Ring seems to have lost his voice, especially after Wang Kun's fragment of the emperor sword was acquired, the emperor seemed to have entered a state of fusion, unable to give Chen Bin some meaningful guidance.

So I can only rely on Chenbin himself! Looking at the cooperation between himself and Wang Kun, he wants to escape from today's dead end.

Hope lies in Wang Kun's self-confidence, he must still have a back hand to open the passage for himself, and he also has a demon king mark!

Chen Bin put the black stone that Xi Yan held in his hand close to his chest, he was already thinking about escaping, he wanted to hide, cultivate hard, and even try to use the karma fishing rod to see if he could catch the dead Xi Yan back.

Gather all the emperor's swords and strive to resurrect his classmates and friends, after all, this kind of thing has already happened once, so Chen Bin firmly believes that there is such a possibility.

In the last ten seconds, Wang Kun let out a low roar. Chen Bin opened his eyes suddenly, and the beautiful long sword beside him groaned.