Satoru has to get up from the ground.

But as soon as his arms reached the ground, he fell down with a thud.

There's really no way to get back up.

Wu Ming, who was lying on the ground, turned his head and looked at Liu Ziang.

He reluctantly pursed his mouth and smiled bitterly.

Liu Ziang also nodded at him.

Then, he also looked towards the kiln.

Wu Ming has no strength to fight again.

Only Xu Ling remained.

And Xu Ling lost his biggest reliance.

She couldn't last ten minutes at all.

Lowering his head, Liu Ziang looked at his chest and abdomen.

The surface of the wound pierced by the Shentu Sword had completely healed.

But it's just the epidermis.

The strength has not fully recovered.

But I couldn't wait any longer.

Now, Xu Ling has once again exchanged hands with the kiln.

But it fell behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At any moment, she will be knocked away by the hole.

"Can't wait!" Liu Ziang gritted his teeth and drank softly.

Xu Ling couldn't hold out for ten minutes.

If Liu Ziang just waits, it is no different from waiting for death.

Immediately, Liu Ziang stretched out his hand towards the Shentu fierce sword that fell not far away.

Taking a hard breath, Liu Ziang wanted to use the heavenly technique again.

However, when the air entered the body, Liu Ziang's expression changed greatly.

He found that the breath of air he was desperately inhaling did not enter his lungs.

This large cloud of air was only sucked up to the neck and up to the chest, and there was no way to go down.

It felt like asthma.

All the organs down the branch tube seem to have disappeared.

If ordinary people feel this way, they will definitely feel extremely depressed and extremely uncomfortable.

People need air!

But now, Liu Ziang just feels that there is no way for air to enter his lungs.

But I didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

It's like, he doesn't need air.

But how can people not need air?

For a while, Liu Ziang's expression changed suddenly.

Yes!

People need air!

But there's one creature that doesn't need it at all – undead monsters!

Suddenly!

Liu Ziang's heart twitched fiercely.

At this moment, Liu Ziang recalled the scene when he was trapped by the tail of the kiln.

The flesh of the gods invaded his flesh.

Even invaded his cells, his nerves!

The 'secret art of immortality performed by the gods themselves' seemed to be infused into his body.

Liu Ziang's expression changed wildly!

Could it be that the secret technique of immortality has already worked?

Otherwise, how could it not absorb air?

Even when he just took that breath, Liu Ziang felt that his body had a sense of repulsion towards the air!

However, if the secret technique of death has worked!

Then how can he make Shentu Sword?

If the arcane magic really works.

Previously, as soon as the Shentu Sword passed through him, the Shentu Sword should have completely killed him.

But he didn't die.

The sword is the sword.

Although there are 300,000 heroic souls on the sword, and the 'souls' of the ancestors of the Liu family in the past dynasties seem to be attached to the sword.

But that doesn't mean the sword has its own intentions!

As long as it is an immortal thing, it doesn't care if it is the Liu family that it wants to kill.

Or to put it more bluntly.

This sword was ordered by the emperor.

Instead of relying on the blood of the Liu family.

If the first emperor is resurrected, he only needs to say to this sword to destroy the Liu family.

Shen Tu Jian will definitely kill the Liu family cleanly.

Besides.

When he was one with Shentu Sword, Liu Ziang also felt it clearly.

The flesh and blood proliferated by the snake tail, whether it was on the surface of the body or in the body, were all stripped clean by the sword qi.

Shentu Sword.

Plus the bloodline of the Liu family.

The immortal secret technique that was personally applied by the kiln should have been completely cleared.

I couldn't help it, and took another breath.

In this breath, Liu Ziang tried his best.

But the result is still the same.

Air just can't get into Liu Ziang's lungs.

Cold sweat suddenly burst out from Liu Ziang's forehead.

He immediately ran to the Shentu Sword that had fallen to the side.

Without saying a word, reach out and pick it up.

"Zila!"

However, his hand had just touched Shen Tu's fierce no.

There was a soft sound, and white smoke was rising.

There was also a smell of burning.

The burning sensation clearly appeared from Liu Ziang's palm.

And at that moment, Liu Ziang felt a tearing sensation in his body.

It was as if the body was going to be torn apart at any moment.

Liu Ziang's heart was beating wildly.

The palm of my hand hurt so much that I couldn't speak.

I also felt very uncomfortable.

But he still held the Shentu Sword in his hand stubbornly.

"Ancestor?"

He muttered unwillingly.

But nothing has changed.

White smoke kept coming out.

He could also feel the palm of his sword in his hand, the flesh and skin burning and quickly dispersing.

"The secret art of immortality?"

He raised his other hand, gritting his teeth and muttering.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a roar was heard.

There is no doubt that this is exactly the sound of Xu Ling being repulsed.

Liu Ziang followed the prestige.

I saw Xu Ling, throwing a perfect arc in the air, and then smashed to the ground.

Without the support of the Blood Jade Bead.

After falling to the ground, the corners of Xu Ling's mouth were bleeding non-stop.

That's the realization before.

As soon as she hit the ground, she gritted her teeth and stood up.

only glanced at Liu Ziang, and then pounced towards the kiln again.

Liu Ziang, I don't want to wait any longer!

How many punches can Xu Ling withstand?

The answer won't change at all.

Xu Ling couldn't hold on for ten minutes.

Rather than this, it is better to fight with Xu Ling.

Even if he can't use heavenly arts.

Even if Shen Tu Jian was rejecting him, or even 'killing' him.

He couldn't control it anymore.

Holding the Shentu sword tightly, Liu Ziang gritted his teeth and bent his legs and rushed forward.

Shen Tu Sword can kill him, but it can also kill him!

"Boom!"

Just as Liu Ziang was running with his legs, another roar came out.

This voice is enlightened!

I saw Wuming slap his palms on the ground.

He flew up from the ground and stood straight.

As soon as he stood up straight, he saw Wuming puff out his mouth.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood rushed out.

The blood was golden.

What's even more strange is that after this mouthful of blood spurts, it does not dissipate.

In the next moment, this mouthful of blood was actually sprinkled towards Wuming in reverse.

The golden blood spilled on Wuming's body, and then it flowed again.

But in the blink of an eye, this golden blood turned into strange golden words on Wuming's body.

That's Sanskrit!

The content, on the other hand, is a scripture.

The scriptures were covered, and Wu Ming took a breath.

With a straight body, he also rushed forward.

"Boom!"

But in the blink of an eye, Liu Ziang ran to the front of the kiln.

There was another loud bang.

He swung his fists and smashed them all down on Xu Ling.

Before Xu Ling was smashed, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

His expression suddenly languished.

Just as Xu Ling flew backwards, Liu Ziang took the opportunity to move forward.

Raise your sword and stab wildly.

The Heavenly Technique could no longer be used, so he could only forcibly use his relatively strong physical strength.

He could no longer hold the sword in one hand.

Then his hands were clenched.

At this moment, Liu Ziang's sword stabbed out.

He tightened his fists wildly, and his arms were bent in front of the sword.

Poof!

There was a soft thud.

Fortunately, this sword is now restraining Liu Ziang.

But it also restrains the kiln!

This sword easily pierced into the arms of the squirrel.