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"What? That means that the thing didn't die? Wanwan asked in surprise, "Now that it's like this, will that thing come out?" ”

"Come out? Not really? "The Evil King Mo Zhi Delusion" said lightly, "As long as the fragments of the sky are not collected for a day, that thing will never be restored." This battle is nothing more than a roar of the soul. And what I want is for him to see something that he must see. ”

"He, the Ink Delirium?" Wanwan was puzzled again, "You went to great lengths to make such a play, just that he saw one thing?" After seeing this thing, will he willingly become one with you? ”

"No, it won't." "The Evil King Mo Zhi Delusion" said very directly.

"What's the use of looking at that thing?!" Wanwan said angrily, "You're running out of time, what are you still arranging?" What to play? No, I'm going to get you back!" ”

As she spoke, she was about to rush towards Tianjian Mountain, but she was stunned before she could move her steps, and the fluttering of the grass under her feet stopped.

Wanwan was in this time-static enchantment, unable to move his hands or speak, so he could only stare at the "Evil King Mozhi's Delusion" with slanted eyes, and scold him for "death" with his eyes.

"I'm not in this plane, and I can't completely replace him." "Evil King Mo Zhiyu" finally retracted his gaze from Tianjian Mountain and looked at Wanwan,

"So, my time is near, and before I can do that, I must let him see the truth of everything, the cruel truth.

In this way, he can save the more than 2,000 years I have walked, and in this way, it will not make the ending worse, and you will live well and have true freedom. ”

Wanwan waited for the "Evil King Mo Zhi Delirium", her eyes were full of doubts, the "Evil King Mo Zhi Delusion" had already told her a lot of things, she knew almost all the secrets in this world, but now, she couldn't understand the words of the man in front of her at all, she only felt that this man, the man who created her, the man who got along day and night was getting farther and farther away from her.

In the inner world of Heavenly Sword Mountain, that ancient battlefield has become more and more devastated, and Mo Zhiyu, Wuyan, and Meow Ball are fighting against two Wusa with the strength of two people and one cat, and there is no doubt that they are still at a disadvantage.

Even in this kind of place full of ancient prohibitions, after being cursed and devoured, Wusa has now strengthened his bloodline countless times with secret techniques, and his combat power now is no worse than when he was in his heyday.

It's just that because of the prohibition here, he can't exert the destructive power of the Creation Realm to destroy the world.

But now, after only a few fights, the two people and one cat on Mo Zhiyu's side have been completely defeated, and the meow ball was beaten to the ground on its side, and the heavy fur was bald, and he was covered in blood.

Wuyan also had a blue nose and swollen face, half of his body was buried in the white bones, his clothes were torn, and the bruises on his hands covered with scales and armor were bulging, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The only one who can stand up is Mo Zhiyu, and he still relies on the advantage of his own bloodline. The deep wounds on his body had been cut off one after another, but now they were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his hand holding the knife was still shaking uncontrollably.

On the other hand, on Wusa's side, the two Wusa who were covered with scales and armor, except that their clothes were more torn, there were no wounds left on their bodies, except for being a little out of breath because they were tired from fighting, their expressions were very relaxed.

The Wusa on the left licked his somewhat dry lips, looked at the only standing Mo Zhiyu, and said slowly, "What? Are you reluctant to use the Tian'a Sword until now? ”

"You don't think about it!" Although Mo Zhiyu is now in pain all over his body, he still does not fall into his mouth.

The reason why he didn't use the Tian'a Sword after such an adversity was because he knew that even in such a situation, the Tian'a Sword would not necessarily be completely controlled by him, a member of the Yan clan who had been strengthened in his bloodline, a member of the Yan clan who also had a black dragon tattoo, he did not have complete confidence to defeat.

After all, when he was still outside the Heavenly Sword Mountain, Wusa had already won him once.

Therefore, Mo Zhiyu will definitely not take out the Tian'a Sword, as long as the Tian'a Sword is still in his body, Wusa will not want to take it away. If Wusa really had to kill him, the Tian'a Sword that had been integrated into his soul would not be taken away by Wusa.

He believes that Wusa also has this consideration, so Wusa always leaves room when fighting against him, and he will not really kill him. Wusa's only strategy now can only be to constantly stimulate the Ink Delirium and force the Ink Delirium to use the Heavenly Sword.

Faced with Mo Zhiyu's attitude, Wusa laughed angrily, and he suddenly made a move and slapped Wuyan with a palm. The palm force broke through the wind, rubbing a piercing sharp sound in the air, as if it had also cut through the air, and the powerful coercion also attacked with this palm!

Such an offensive, if it really has to hit Wuyan, it will completely cost Wuyan's half life.

"Go!" Mo Zhiyu knew that Wusa wanted to threaten him with Wuyan, so he immediately pulled out his legs and ran to Wuyan, and at the same time threw out the ink knife towards Wuyan.

But at this moment, a huge roar came from all around, and the entire underground cavern shook again. Although the underground cavern had shaken countless times because of the previous fight, this time the shaking was much more violent than before.

The roof of the cave, which had already fallen clean of the skeleton, cracked directly this time, and it seemed that something powerful was drilling down the roof of the cave, and the rock walls bulged one after another, spreading downward like blood vessels.

And the battle below continues.

Because of this shaking, the ground under Wusa's feet was unstable, which caused his palm to deviate, and it happened to hit the edge of the ink knife.

At this moment, just listening to the "bang", Wuyan jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, dragging the nameless ancient sword and rushing towards the "Wusa on the left".

"Wusa on the right" immediately moved his body and attacked Wuyan, but on his side, the giant cat that had already fallen to the ground suddenly appeared, biting his shoulder blade with one bite, and piercing the chest of "Wusa on the right" with one claw.

Wuyan's sword slashed into his other shoulder at once, and the blow was extremely heavy, almost exhausting all of Wuyan's remaining strength, all the way to his chest.

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