The mountain wind roared and roared, and white lightning streaked across the void, and quickly dimmed, the sky darkened a little, and by the flash of thunder, you could just see the fleeting expressions of the two people, one crazy, the other mourning.

Raindrops the size of beans began to fall from the sky, as if God was also cheering for this battle that had to be fought in the dark, neither of them used their spiritual power to block the rain from soaking, first their hair, then their clothes, and soon they both became people who seemed to have been salvaged from the water.

Mo Wuji was the first to roar, just like his madness, the demonic qi rolled, and the black flames as black as ink came out of his body, and the raindrops that were unobstructed before quickly rose up to white smoke and evaporated in an instant.

Mu Ming clenched his fists, his body was broken, and the blood-colored aura raged every inch of his muscles and skin, he shouldn't have this power, after all, the things obtained from the sacrifice were still beyond the capacity of his body, and the scarlet blood gradually oozed out of his gradually cracked skin, as if it was about to explode in the next moment, and a poignant blood flower exploded in the air.

Finally, the black flames rushed to his face, and it looked like it was just an inconspicuous spherical object, but the white smoke kept rising from its surface, and Mu Ming couldn't link it to the inconspicuous.

Mu Ming let out a loud shout, his hands quickly pinched the seal, and the blood light on his body became more and more intense, gradually condensing into a dragon shadow in front of him.

The blood dragon coiled around the void, and then roared, but not a sound came out, like silent rage.

The blood dragon twisted its body and snaked upward, finally getting its wish, holding the black flame in its mouth as if pouring its blood-colored dragon ball, so relaxed and comfortable.

However, in the next second, the black flame suddenly exploded, and there was no earth-shattering movement, it exploded so naturally, and there was only the sound of raindrops falling and thundering from time to time between heaven and earth, but vaguely, it seemed to hear the dragon's wail.

The flames that burst out instantly swallowed the blood-colored dragon shadow, and the dragon shadow struggled, the black flames were like maggots attached to the bones, and gradually burned the dragon shadow clean.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded, and the dim sky suddenly had a dazzling moment, and the next moment, Mu Ming saw that crazy man came to him and raised his fist high.

Black flames lingered on his fists, like flames from hell, making his face faintly burn uncomfortably.

Mu Ming retreated on his back, dodging that punch in a thousand shots, but Mo Wuji was crazy, and in an instant, dozens of punches were blasted, as if he wanted to crush the person in front of him in his fist shadow in an instant.

Mu Ming is like a lonely boat in a storm, struggling to support in the turbulent sea, his body has long been a mess, and there are more and more cracks on his skin, like spider webs, densely packed, covering his whole body.

In the face of his former best friend, Mo Wuji did not have the slightest mercy, and he didn't know what compassion was when he fell into madness, all he had was the crazy killing intent that wanted to tear the enemy to pieces and a pair of fists that were tirelessly and wildly waving.

"Bang", no matter how careful the defense is, there will be a day when it will be broken through, not to mention that Mu Ming is holding the remnants at this time, how can the defense be called thorough.

Mu Ming flew out tiredly, blood splashed in his mouth, and a handsome face could no longer see the original appearance, densely cracked holes, like the bark of an old tree dyed with blood, terrifying and desolate.

He didn't even have time to glance at the already scorched chest because Mo Wuji's punch came to his face again.

Mu Ming hurriedly crossed his hands to protect the door, burning, tearing, and pain hit together, and vaguely he seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

Sure enough, he couldn't summon his hand anymore. But Mo Wuji obviously wouldn't stop because of this, and kicked into Mu Ming's arms.

Mu Ming smashed towards the ground like a meteorite.

The damp ground did not raise dust, but it splashed with silt, and it turned out that they had been fighting for a long time, so long that the raindrops soaked the ground and stirred up the otherwise dry particles into a pulp.

Mo Wuji landed not far from Mu Ming, his eyes gradually cleared, as if the cold raindrops had just pulled him back from the distant Abi Hell, he was polite, meticulously looking at the depressed and miserable people lying in the mud.

Blood oozed from under Mu Ming's body, and the dilution of the rain made it look less shocking. Mu Ming breathed greedily, mud, blood, and rain mixed together, wantonly mocking his downfall.

It seemed that a long time had passed, until the first rays of sunlight appeared in the sky, Mo Wuji finally took his eyes off Mu Ming, and a colorful and mottled colorful bridge spanned both ends of the sky, dazzling

It makes people can't open their eyes.

Mo Wuji turned around stiffly and took a step: "I'll kill you!"

The person lying there could not respond to him, what difference did he have now from his death.

The immortal substance that had always worked could not save him, and the power of sacrifice greedily sucked every trace of life in his body, and the immortal substance could not even repair his broken body.

The sound of wet footsteps gradually faded away, and no one could stop him after all, I only hoped that he could be more merciful and let this world have a little less tears.

Mu Ming had no way to think about things anymore, his thoughts were like moths caught in spider webs, he wanted to let himself go, but he was entangled in dense silk threads, and he was only tired after trying all his strength.

He gradually became unable to see what was in front of him, and he wanted to fall asleep deeply, Mu Ming suddenly thought: Didn't you think of this bleak end a long time ago?

So, as if all his strength had been removed, his eyes closed tiredly.

It's just that just as his consciousness returned to chaos, he felt some wetness on his face.

Is it raining again? he thought.

No, it wasn't rain, the raindrops were cold, but there was a hint of warmth in the wetness of his face, and he didn't have time to think about what that wetness was, and his consciousness was all in chaos.

Everything on Dongling Mountain quickly spread to the Chu King City, and those who had not yet recovered from the joy of winning a city suddenly felt that a layer of undispellable haze covered the sky of the entire Chu King City.

Mo Wuji, who had just lost 500,000 troops, was not painful, and overnight, the advantages of those small tricks of Jinghong were gone, and he left the city again to be handed over, and the soldiers who set out from the city of Chu to see death as if they were at home were also buried with them.

They did die, but they didn't return, and they didn't even know where the bodies were drowned.

With his extremely iron-blooded wrists, Mo Wuji buried the 100,000 grass bandit army on the wall, and left the city without leaving all the soldiers of the Chu State.

Everyone who could run in Chu Wangcheng ran away, and before Jinghong left, he persuaded the magician to leave, but Shaoyu refused to leave, and he didn't leave. A huge city, now housing only two lonely souls.