In the next second, the vitality of Hong Xuanji's whole body was like a great river of the Yangtze River, pouring out of the body along the acupoints.

I saw that Hong Xuanji's martial arts cultivation suddenly began to regress continuously, first degrading from the essence of fist intent to the realm of one knack and all the knots, and then all the condensed acupoints in the body began to close one after another.

When the last condensed acupoint was closed, Hong Xuanji's cultivation degraded from one trick to one hundred tricks to the current level of a junior human immortal.

It can be said that only when martial arts are cultivated to the realm of one knowledge and one hundred knowledge, can they initially prolong their lifespan, have the possibility of initial immortality, and can use their physical bodies to fly.

In other words, the lifespan of a junior human immortal is not much longer than that of ordinary people, and it is impossible to extend their lifespan, and it is also impossible to fly in the flesh.

The regression of Hong Xuanji's cultivation did not stop here, but with the passage of time, it continued to fall upward.

At this time, Hong Xuanji could clearly feel that his physical body was becoming weaker and weaker, and the vitality essence in his body was constantly draining.

This kind of torture of watching one's strength continue to drain and fall from the clouds to the bottom step by step is simply unbearable for ordinary people.

And for Hong Xuanji, who has seen the scenery from a high place, he can't watch himself lose his strength little by little, until he becomes a "lamb" to be slaughtered.

"Flesh and blood are shattered, and jade is burned."

I saw that Xiu Hong Xuanji's body qi suddenly changed, and he mobilized all the remaining strength in his body to prepare to explode his body and Tang Zichen's three women.

Seeing this, Tang Zichen's expression did not change in the slightest, his movements were orderly, and he directly interlocked the index finger and thumb with his other free palm, and then flicked it a few times at Hong Xuanji on the ground.

In the next second, several invisible fingers broke through the air and were directly punched into Hong Xuanji's body by Tang Zichen, instantly blocking the flow of qi and blood in it, causing the qi and blood in his body to not be able to gather.

And no matter how Hong Xuanji stirred up the qi and blood in his body to attack the seal set by Tang Zichen, it was doomed to be in vain.

After all, the difference in strength between the Junior Human Immortal and the Essence of Fist Intent is too great!

So in this way, Tang Zichen lightly resolved Hong Xuanji's desperate desperation.

The extraction of vitality continued, and I saw that Hong Xuanji's cultivation fell from the human immortal to the martial saint at a speed visible to the naked eye, and continued to fall downward.

At this time, Hong Xuanji stared at Tang Zichen with wide eyes, and a trace of sadness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

I saw that the vitality extracted from Hong Xuan's body was all gathered into Tang Zichen's palm, and then a vitality ball was formed, and more and more vitality was extracted, and the vitality ball became more and more condensed.

It wasn't until Hong Xuanji's cultivation fell from a martial saint to an innate martial artist in the dirty realm that Tang Zichen stopped extracting vitality.

After all, based on Hong Xuanji's current injury, if all the cultivation was extracted, he would definitely die immediately.

Therefore, Tang Zichen left Hong Xuanji with the cultivation of the dirty realm to hang his life, so that he would not suddenly die before An Heng's battle ended.

Now, Hong Xuanji, who was lying on the ground, was not only seriously injured, but also not even a martial saint, and his cultivation also fell to the realm of practicing dirt, and he was also sealed by Tang Zichen, so that he could not take the initiative to mobilize qi and blood.

However, Hong Xuanji did not give up completely even if he fell into such a field, and still stared at the place where An Heng and Yang Pan were fighting, and it was self-evident what he was looking forward to.

On the other side, An Heng did not stop after flying the Creation Boat for the second time, but picked up his fist, preparing to punch the Creation Boat in the distance.

"Wait, we can talk!"

Yang Pan in the Boat of Creation watched An Heng put on a posture again, his eyes flickered, and he immediately opened his mouth to persuade.

At this time, the Boat of Creation only had the power of one collision, and the impact of the Boat of Creation could not help An Heng at all, and at the same time, Yang Pan also noticed that Hong Xuanji had been captured on the other side.

Before the Thunder Pool of the Ship of Creation was completely repaired, Yang Pan didn't want to waste the last impact.

It must be impossible to fight, and it is still important to save your life at the moment.

Therefore, Yang Pan decided to take a temporary truce to see if he could pay some acceptable price and get through this difficulty first.

When the Boat of Creation is completely restored, it is not too late to find An Heng and a few people to regain back what was lost today.

"That's a lot of nonsense, take me another punch!"

I saw An Heng's body qi and blood and fist intent intertwined, stepping on the void, staring at the boat of creation not far away, clenching his fist to the side of his waist, sinking his waist and elbows, before the fist was punched, there were ripples in the surrounding space, and then he punched out.

"Boom!"

The air in front of the fist exploded, and a huge grinding disc that looked like substance could be clearly seen slowly rotating in the air, and then crushed towards the Ship of Creation.

Wherever the Great Tribulation passed, the space suddenly looked like a cracked mirror, revealing a terrifying crack in the shape of a spider web.

"Damn!"

Yang Pan in the Boat of Creation looked angry, but he didn't expect An Heng to even talk about it, so he started directly, and the pity in his eyes was instantly replaced by ruthlessness, and he didn't hesitate, and directly controlled the Boat of Creation to crash into the huge grinding plate like a substance.

I saw that the huge grinding disc like a substance and the Boat of Creation were frozen for a few seconds, and then they shattered like a ceramic, and then I saw that the Boat of Creation continued to crash towards An Heng unabated.

And a pair of Kunpeng divine wings behind An Heng shook gently, and the whole person did not flash or retreat, but instantly rushed to the front of the Boat of Creation, and then picked up the Qilin arm and smashed it directly with a fist.

I only heard a loud "bang", and the speed of the impact of the Creation Boat suddenly slowed down, but it did not stop, but continued to rush forward against An Heng.

In mid-air, An Heng's forehead and neck were bruised, and his left foot couldn't help but retreat half a step, seeing that he was about to be pushed back by the Boat of Creation, a pair of Kunpeng wings behind him suddenly and quickly stirred up, and the whole person actually resisted the forward momentum of the Boat of Creation, so that it could not move forward a single bit.

And An Heng faced the impact of the Creation Boat directly smashed on the arm, and once again there were injuries that were not much different from before, countless wounds began to explode from the fist, and then spread to the shoulder and then close to the neck before it could be stopped.

However, in the next second, the countless wounds on the entire arm quickly recovered under the nourishment of the green life energy and the qi and blood in the body.

An Heng's eyes were fixed on the place where Yang Pan was in the Creation Boat, and he suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, and then without the slightest warning, he clenched his fist with his other uninjured arm, and smashed it again at the Creation Boat.

"Click, click......"

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