And when the man wearing the purple and gold crown saw it, he showed a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous plan. Then his face changed slightly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand without care.

As long as the dream dies without a trace, even if it is 100,000 years of recuperation, he will not hesitate to do it. Whether it's the golden spear just now or the two arrows in front of you. It's just a bait that consumes the Dream Traceless Vitality.

This third arrow is his ultimate killer weapon. He had been waiting for this foolproof arrow for a month. In this month, he used countless lives to consume Dream Traceless's vitality and physical strength. He also created the illusion that the spear was a decoy and the two soul-destroying arrows were lore.

It was worth all the price for him, not to mention that the treasure could be regained if it was destroyed. And he doesn't care about the lives of those people, he only has himself in his eyes, and others are just his pawns in his eyes, and he can discard them at any time...

Dream Traceless looked down at his heart, which had been blasted out of a large hole, and there was a constant rage of violent energy around the heart, preventing the wound from repairing. Blood was gushing out.

Knowing that he was no longer able to fight, he uttered difficult and incomprehensible words from his mouth, pointed his sword at the enemy on the opposite side, and roared, "With my soul, I will transform the spirit of Zhuyue!

I saw Meng Wuxian grasp the hilt of the sword with both hands and slammed it into the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The earth cracked, forming cracks tens of meters wide, and the surrounding rivers of blood seemed to be summoned, and endless blood converged towards the sword in Meng Wuxi's hand. A blood-colored cocoon was formed, enveloping the dream without a trace. A disgusting breath of blood pervades this world.

"Stop him!" the man with the purple crown roared loudly.

After hearing this, everyone attacked one after another, and countless attacks bombarded the giant cocoon. I saw that the giant cocoon seemed to be a black hole, and countless attacks were absorbed without the slightest ripple.

The sword in Meng Wuxi's hand didn't know how much blood it had absorbed, and it emitted a thousand red rays, becoming even more demonic. The dazzling red light forced the besieging crowd to cover it with their hands.

Until the giant cocoon disappeared, I saw Dream Traceless staring at the more demonic blood-red long sword in his hand, and the demon carved from the hilt of this long sword seemed to come to life.

Dream Wuxian gently stroked the sword body, his eyes full of tenderness and sustenance. And this sword seemed to feel his touch, and the red light instantly converged, as if it had never appeared, quite magical.

"Hahaha!"

Dream Wuxian suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and his voice seemed to be filled with desolation, regret, mockery, etc...

I saw that Meng Wuxian shook his right hand, and the sword in his hand turned into a thousand red rays and went straight to the sky, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Stop it!" the man with the purple and gold crown let out another thunderous roar when he saw this, he was already too badly injured to make a move. Can only roar in place.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the red rays had long since disappeared into the sky and could not be found.

"Coward!" Dream Wuxi's eyes seemed to pass through layers of obstacles, and he saw the thunderous face of a despicable villain who only dared to hide in the rear and sneak attack, and said with some disdain.

The voice is very soft, and the light is weak!

Seeing that these men had not done anything, the man with the purple crown shouted angrily, "Waste, a bunch of waste! This angry and corrupt look has made him lose the demeanor of winning just now.

He didn't know what kind of backhand this sword was left by Dream Traceless just now, as long as he was a little unsure about this man, he would have trouble sleeping. Now he just wants to dream of dying without a trace, and only when this man dies will he feel a little more at ease.

After hearing this, the people around Dream Without a Trace were ready to attack.

Dream Wuxian looked at the people who were ready to do it, there were people he knew and people he didn't know, but he didn't care.

Then he looked at the corpses all over the world, and there was some guilt in his eyes, he was responsible for following his brothers and sisters after all.

"Hmph!" only to hear Dream Traceless snort coldly. The right hand formed a claw, and the palm formed a vortex of energy.

"Boom!" the sword plunged into the ground, and the ground cracked like a spider's web, and the cracks continued to spread in all directions. A powerful wave of qi was formed, forcing everyone besieging Meng Wuxian to retreat one after another.

The sword fell in front of Dream Without a Trace, only to see that the sword was full of gaps, broken, and could shatter at any time.

Dream Without a Trace slowly stretched out his right hand covered with blood, as slow as if it were still. Just resting lightly on the hilt of the sword.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and they took the initiative to retreat hundreds of feet, their faces full of vigilance, and they didn't dare to approach for a while. Dream Traceless Hand just stayed there like that, without any movement.

Everyone waited for a long, long time, you look at me, I look at you. I didn't see any movement from this god-killing man, nodded to each other, and slowly approached.

The road of hundreds of zhang actually walked for more than half an hour, and you must know that with their cultivation, they can cross a thousand zhang in just one step, not to mention the distance of only a few hundred zhang? It was not until they got closer that they realized that this man had already lost his breath.

But the eyes kept looking south, and I didn't know what I was looking at. There was also a strong war intent and a suffocating smell of blood on his body. There was no blood coming out of the large hole in his chest that had been pierced by the soul-destroying arrow. Because it's already drained...

The sword was actually used by the man to support his already broken body. Everyone thought that this man was going to make a move, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to take the lead. They went out one by one and were also strong, and now they were killed by one person and didn't even have the courage to shoot, which is really sad and ridiculous...

It is better to die standing than to live on your knees. This is a strong man, even if he dies, with his indomitable soul, he can force the enemy not to dare to approach the slightest.

The entire battlefield reveals boundless killing and desolation.

"Whoa!"

It was pouring rain in the sky, and the rain was blood-red, and it seemed that the world was crying about it...

The dream in the cave screamed without a trace, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand left the hilt of the sword, and he took several steps back.

"Poof!

Spit out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his face was already white. Hurriedly touched his chest without injury, and exhaled lightly. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he shook his head that was a little swollen and painful.

He had almost been eroded by this evil aura just now. Fortunately, it ended early, if it was a few minutes late, and if you fell into the abyss, you would have been killed by a rusty sword.

Dream Without a Trace was also a little scared, not knowing what he was just looking at. Who is the man who incarnates himself, and is he the owner of this sword?

This feeling is so real, he thought he was really going to die!

At the same time, Dream Without a Trace was shocked in his heart, what kind of cultivation should he achieve in order to send out that kind of power, in short, it is unimaginable for Dream Without a Trace now.

Immediately there is some yearning for this level, this is the strong. I secretly made up my mind that I would work harder in my cultivation in the future.

Dream Wuxian looked at the little ferret on his head and found that it was still sleeping soundly, and he didn't notice anything unusual. Guessed: "It seems that this phenomenon just now can only occur when people who touch the sword." He took a few steps back, and the sword didn't seem to be a good thing, something evil. I almost killed the cat with curiosity, so it's better to stay away......