The Eleventh Prince has done his best.

He couldn't completely grasp all of Zhao Chu's true yuan, plus he didn't have the corresponding magical power to control the true yuan.

In this way, he tried his best, but he could only blast out seventy percent of his strength.

"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I'm unwilling!"

Thundered!

Thundered!

Thundered!

The Eleventh Prince is already burning his soul.

This is the Ye Ghost Clan's means of fighting for their lives, and under normal circumstances, no one is willing to burn their souls.

A strong man like the Second Prince and the Tenth Prince, after burning their souls, also have to suffer very serious injuries.

Not to mention the eleventh prince.

But he also wants to fight!

......

4512！

4592！

4612！

......

Gradually, the rate of growth of his grades has become slower and slower.

Everyone knows that the eleventh prince is already at the end of his crossbow.

Judging from the situation of the princes before, when the growth rate declines, it is a sign that the princes can't bear it.

......

4717！

4818！

4828！

......

After a few more minutes, the numbers continued to grow little by little, and it looked like a snail was already climbing hard.

Burst!

Finally, the Eleventh Prince could no longer bear the impact of the injuries in his body.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out by him.

After the breath in my heart is released, there will be a straight-line process of chasing the strength down.

The Eleventh Prince really couldn't avoid this happening.

"No, you can't just admit defeat!"

"5,000! I'm going to light 5,000 leaves anyway!"

"It's not even 5,000, it's simply the lowest in history, I can't stand this humiliation!"

"I'm the prince, I'm just unlucky, I'm not weaker than others!"

"I'm just unlucky, unlucky!"

"I can't be the weakest one...... Absolutely not. ”

The eleventh prince was hysterical, and he continued to bombard. Hair is disheveled, like a complete madman.

Even the second prince, who had died before, was not crazy at this time when the eleventh prince was crazy.

......

4884！

4890！

4910！

......

It's a pity that the data that bombarded Uncle Ghost Emperor can't be extraordinarily kind to you because of your anger.

The eleventh prince was in a frenzy, and he had even hit the Ghost Emperor Tree with his head.

His two fists had already been shocked into pulp.

Indomitable!

Tenacity and stubbornness!

This is also the character of the cultivator, the character of Zhao Chu.

The eleventh prince took away Zhao Chu, and he was even more stubborn.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

A dull crashing sound echoed within the barrier.

However, the results are surprisingly poor.

The eleventh prince has burned all the soul power, and the remaining little soul has been forced to stay by the Ghost Emperor Tree, in order to ensure the lives of the princes.

Obviously, at present, only the six princes have broken the shackles of the Ghost Emperor Tree and successfully committed suicide.

The other princes, as strong as the second prince and the tenth prince, also have no ability to commit suicide.

The eleventh prince is an ordinary person, and he has no ability to commit suicide.

He could only rely on Zhao Chu's body and increase his grades little by little!

......

4921！

4922！

4923！

......

It's really increasing little by little, which was something that was unprecedented before.

Anyone who gets to this point gives up early.

With a gap of more than 4,000, it is impossible to catch up at all, so it is better to die early.

Why should you suffer such sin?

At the very least, the Twelve Princes could not understand the actions of the Eleventh Prince.

He's too weak.

If you exceed the threshold of 9000, it also makes a little sense for you to work so hard.

But you are more than 4,000 away from the Ten Princes.

If you are given another 400 heads for you to hit, you will not be able to catch up!

Why bother?

You've already lost, so why bother with all this unnecessary pain.

He couldn't understand it.

The Twelve Princes sat on the dragon chair, every second was torment, and he wanted to hurry up to his turn and hurry up to symbolically bombard a few moves.

Death.

A quick death, that's relief.

He couldn't stand this kind of torture anymore.

......

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Eleventh Prince's skull had been broken, and he was gnawing at the tough bark with his teeth.

4946！

4947！

It takes a long time to nibble on a leaf.

In the eyes of many people, the Eleventh Prince is simply a joke.

It's already like this, and it's still insisting, so what's the need?

Of course, there are also some races that admire the fighting heart of the Eleventh Prince in their hearts.

It's just too tenacious!

Perhaps he is the weakest of the princes. But in terms of tenacity, the second prince and the tenth prince seem to be inferior to him.

To gnaw the bark with his mouth, it is also a loss that the eleventh prince can think of it.

How unwilling he must be.

Can the teeth take it?

......

"Hahaha, what a peerless fool from the past to the present!"

"A dignified son, who is gnawing on the bark of a tree with his mouth, almost laughs off his big teeth. ”

"You cultivators, don't you even dare to admit failure?"

"Or, does the Eleventh Prince think that he can win the Ten Princes with his own teeth?"

The Sword Immortal Clan laughed one after another.

The state of the eleventh prince is simply indescribably embarrassed.

"Cultivators have their own beliefs and their own paths. ”

"We admit that the Eleventh Prince is not the opponent of the Ten Princes, but he also has his own goals!"

"5000! is the obsession of the eleventh prince, as long as you can break 5000, even if you lose, what's the matter!"

"In a lifetime, if you can defeat yourself once, it is also a victory!"

A cultivator retorted calmly.

They don't have any anger anymore.

The eleventh prince looked embarrassed, but in their hearts, this was an obsession with the Tao.

This is the attitude that a cultivator should have.

"The Ten Princes won, but they won early in the time to win the house!"

"Willing to gamble and lose, cultivators admit defeat, but you are not qualified to laugh. ”

Another cultivator also said seriously.

"Haha, 5000?"

"What are you kidding?"

"The eleventh prince will collapse in the next second, why did he break through 5000?"

"Overcome yourself?"

"A weak person doesn't even have a chance to defeat himself!"

"If the eleventh prince can break through 5000, I'll give a licking dog **, haha!"

The sword immortals were a little angry when they were refuted!

After that, the other sword immortal sneered with a red face.

Sword Immortal's temper, that's it.

Too irritable.

"Humph!"

The cultivators didn't bother to pay attention to this group of sword immortals.

Go to the dog licking family**, you can think of it.

Of course, this sword immortal is not talking nonsense.

Within the enchantment, the eleventh prince has really collapsed.

4988！

He was short of his goal of 5,000 and the last 12 leaves.

It's a pity that he tried everything he could, but his strength was exhausted.

The last 12, the eleventh prince simply could not continue.

"Eleventh Prince, are you not convinced?"

"Do you think you won me because you were unlucky, because you had too little time to win me?"

"I'm telling you, a cultivator will never be able to surpass a sword immortal. ”

"Only Kenshin is the authentic practice!"

"The so-called Dao heart of a cultivator is not worth mentioning at all. ”

The Ten Princes shook their heads slightly, and then looked at the Eleventh Princes with a look of pity.

His pupils were filled with a kind of pity for the fate of the weak!

......

"Little King Kong, are you ready?"

In the brain domain, Zhao Chu used the power of divine thoughts to monitor the curse.

With the eleventh prince about to collapse, this curse has also begun to work.

For Zhao Chu, this is good news.

Only when the curse is fully activated can he uproot it and strip it in its most complete state.

"Well, action!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, Xiao King Kong instantly swept out from the depths of Zhao Chu's brain.

And in the palm of his hand, he held a purple gold gourd.

Zhao Chu's soul has also come out of the purple gold gourd.

He hadn't regained his body yet, and it was imperative to peel off the curse first.

The eleventh prince almost collapsed, and he was still resentful of the final results.

But suddenly, a child with a gourd on his head and a tiger's head appeared in front of him inexplicably.

Wrong!

It is to appear in front of the soul of its own origin.

It's incredible.

You must know that after the Ye Ghost Clan took away the physical body, it was impossible for anything else to exist.

"Uh...... Little ghost, is it still comfortable to take away your body for so long?"

Little King Kong smiled coldly.

Jump!

Immediately, he opened the purple gold gourd.

"Hmph, dare to provoke your grandfather!"

At the same time, Zhao Chu's figure also appeared behind the soul of the eleventh prince.

At this moment, the eleventh prince was like being struck by lightning.

Not dead?

The soul he took away didn't die?

Still alive?

How is this possible?

In the history of the Ye Ghost Clan, there was no such situation at all.

"Damn, weak souls, don't deserve to live!"

Out of instinct, the eleventh prince was about to destroy Zhao Chu's soul.

Pity.

The confrontation with the Ghost Emperor Tree just now had exhausted all the strength of the Eleventh Prince.

He could only roar weakly.

Subsequently, the eleventh prince saw the most shocking scene so far.

He saw that the curse of the Ye Ghost Emperor was completely stripped from his body.

This means that even if you lose, you can run away, and you will no longer have to be controlled by the Ghost Emperor Dragon Chair.

But before the eleventh prince could be happy, his soul felt an unprecedented terrifying suction.

The source of suction is the gourd in the child's hand.

"You...... What are you...... Whining...... Let go of me, woo-woo-woo......"

finally got a glimmer of life, and the eleventh prince ignited the desire to live.

He would do whatever it took to escape from Zhao Chu's physical body.

Even if the chance of surviving is nine deaths, it is better than being whipped to death by the Ghost Emperor Dragon Chair.

However, the child in front of him had a calm face, and that contemptuous smile seemed to sneer at his childishness.

That's right.

The Eleventh Prince also realized his naivety.

Under the suction of the gourd, he had no ability to resist at all.

Without the curse, theoretically, the Eleventh Prince can blow himself up.

But it's a pity that now he can't even blow himself up with his strength!

"You ...... Damn it...... Woooooooo

Finally, the soul of the eleventh prince was directly sucked into the purple gold gourd in an unwilling roar.

"Bastard, smash my head, brute!"

"It hurts......"

Zhao Chu regained control of his physical body.

Then, a devastating pain almost made Zhao Chu faint.

。 Sogou