"Don't run, just die. Have more resentment before you die, the deity will make you too miserable, hahaha......"

Zhu Kuan's mind began to fly at a spiral speed, constantly recalling the magic skills he had cultivated.

Eventually, all thoughts twisted into a rope – and let it go.

Although Chiluo's assault style was fierce, Zhu Kuan relied on his flexible body to defuse Chiluo's attacks one by one. Moreover, the distance is shortened step by step.

Occasionally, Zhu Kuan would be seriously injured and was shocked and fell out, but he was extremely fierce, no matter how he fell, his young body was like a kick that couldn't be broken, and as soon as he landed, he got up again.

Chi Luo realized that this kid was not as simple as he thought.

"Evil beast!"

He is afraid, afraid of raising tigers.

Obviously, Zhu Kuan discovered this weakness of his.

The rapid confrontation came down, and suddenly there was an end.

Chi Luo didn't expect that he would lose, and Zhu Kuan didn't expect that he would win. However, when he looked intently at the human head that was still dripping blood in his hand, dripping blood miserably, the headless body still stood upright, as if he did not believe that he was dead.

Everything seemed to be completely different from what I expected.

Tranquility was restored between heaven and earth.

The mountain breeze is coming, the moon is shining, and the dead leaves are still flying and falling.

"Ah......" Zhu loosely opened his hand.

The skull rolled to the ground, rolled to the corpse's feet, and with a slight slam, the corpse fell with a thud.

The night wind gusted, the cold moonlight illuminated the bloodstains, and the dark iron magic crystal emitted a brilliant green light, and the two merged into a terrifying color.

Zhu Kuan was not afraid, and there was even some weird excitement in his boiling heart.

He pulled out Chiluo's heart, gobbled it up, ate it raw, and in an instant, his magic multiplied.

A scorching temperature rose in the palm of his hand, melting the Taiji Dan furnace little by little, and then little by little, casting it into the shape of the Demon Realm Crime Breaker.

Zhu Kuan threw Chi Luo's corpse into the Judgment Ding, only enough resentment and blood can make the Judgment Ding truly exist.

Obviously, there is no need for resentful bones, and what could be more full of majestic resentment than the corpse of Chi Luo?

When the time comes, it will be an item that can be reduced at will, and it can be taken with you, and with it, alchemy will be much easier, and it will also mean an infinite source of power.

Zhu Kuan waited next to the Judgment Ding.

At the bottom of the Judgment Ding, a huge swirling air current, undulating and wriggling, seemed to have a spirit, and wanted to pierce out of its bottom.

"No, you can't! The Judgment Ring cannot be destroyed! ”

He didn't think about it, he threw himself on the conviction and suppressed the huge air current.

The sudden airflow in his body made Zhu Kuan's chest tighten, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed up from his throat, and the soul of his whole body shook almost out of order. And this air current, not admitting defeat, occupied his body with flexible skill.

Soon, Zhu Kuan realized that this was not an air current, but a soul.

It's the soul of Chira!

He's not dead yet!

The two souls quarreled, coupled with the peak breath of the Judgment Ding, which continued to emerge to promote the healing of the body, and the two souls gradually merged into one, and he formed a special personality.

Zhu Kuan passed out.

By the time he woke up, the Judgment Ding had already been refined.

The man who stood up again, his eyebrows became cold and sharp, a new soul, his facial features were asymmetrical, he picked up the black cloak and put it on his body, raised his hand, and pocketed the conviction ding, and gradually disappeared into the ghost mountain.