It had been a day and a half since Mu Ziyun left Qingshan Peak, and at the end of the day, the two places of Guzhangyuan and Sangliang Island in the Bupu Gate Domain were engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive battle at the same time.

On the side of Guzhang Yuan, Tie Luohan used the death bell condensed by martial energy to detain him and Xiao Hongniang, and the living dead outside surrounded the two of them, this death bell can be described as a copper wall and iron wall, Iron Arhat punched inside, and every time the death bell shook to knock a fan-shaped enemy.

In order to prevent more people from dying, Tie Luohan let his disciples and elders scatter everywhere in advance, and he and Xiao Hongniang hid among them, in order to avoid the pursuit of the demon.

On Sangliang Island, all the places that could be seen were full of people, and only the right arm of Zuo Zhiwei's body was intact, and the blood flowing from his abdomen flowed to his calves, and the blood was black and flowed very slowly.

"You've got a good baby, it's good." Demon Jing held a silver-white chain in both hands, floating in the air, the chain was not long, but each head was tied with a long string of heads, Demon Jing shook his hands from time to time, and laughed a few times sarcastically. Those heads were dripping with blood, and Youjing used his ability to constantly resurrect them, and the moment of resurrection was like being beheaded again, and they died again in an instant, and some of them were weak, and they had become rotten flesh after five or six times, and the head of one of the old monsters had experienced thirty cycles of life and death, which was very pitiful.

"Give me the soul, I can keep your body forever, think about it, in fact, you can't die."

"I know, I'm already dead" Zuo Zhiwei touched his right hand and said, even though he was unwilling in every way, it was difficult to deny this fact, without the soul fishing, he was like the living dead in front of him, even if he had the soul, his body was gradually rotting because he could not maintain the ability of the demon capital.

Poof, in the eyes of the remnants of the Fallen Leaf Sect, Zuo Zhiwei dragged down the soul. The head of the Fallen Leaf Sect behind him shouted: "Achievement! What are you doing? “

Zuo Zhiwei threw the soul fishing forward and said: "Master, we already have what we want, what is the soul fishing, the previous Fallen Leaf Sect is doomed, let me be the last person of Yan Xiu." “

"But you...."The head of the Fallen Leaf Sect looked at Zuo Zhiwei, who was gradually falling silent, and felt bad in his heart, and immediately ordered the elders on both sides, and the elders fled in all directions with their disciples according to the plan they had made.

The Yin Yang Ghost put the soul fishing on his hand, and said with a gloomy smile: "Now, I don't have any weakness anymore." "Demon Jing didn't plan to chase the remnants of the Fallen Leaf Sect, now that the soul has been obtained, it's time to get the three-edged sky stone hammer next, and float past Zuo Zhiwei.

When the shoulders were staggered, suddenly, Zuo Zhiwei grabbed Demon Jing's throat with one hand, and Demon Jing's face hidden in the robe showed a shocked look, and his tone changed slightly, "You? You're not...."

Zuo Zhiwei's eyes were blood-red, and he broke his shirt with a loud shout, and the tendons of his whole body collapsed to reveal that the skin was dark red, and it was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, it turned out that with the remaining strength of the soul, he used his mind to fight against the demon capital, blocking the invasion of demon energy, he is a dignified person, even if it rots into the soil, it cannot be controlled by the group of ghosts and demons.

"Drink!" Zuo Zhiwei raised his head to the sky and roared, his left hand suddenly gathered into a violent wind ball twice as high as him, grabbed Demon Jing's throat, pressed Jing into the wind ball, and then cut the sky, so that the wind ball exploded into a flower over Sangliang Island, the strength of the wind has not passed, and Zuo Zhiwei's flesh and blood have been separated from a lot.

Numerous living dead rushed towards the Left Guard....

"Yan Xiu...."Zuo Zhiwei was horizontal in the air, his left elbow facing downward, "This is the last scene in the world!" Remember, crumbs! “

Rumble! Like thunder touching the ground, the ground was split in half from the center, and a few feet of thick soil was turned into the sky. The arm flew out with a large piece of flesh, and a person was like lightning in a line between hundreds of people, "flowering" everywhere, limbs, bloody skin, and head, shattered into pieces.

This performance, which can be regarded as the most perfect limit of the mortal body, is not half finished, his body is rotting too quickly, and the upper half of his body is left with a shell, and only the head is still glued together as much as possible.

At the last moment in the world, he still had this trace of consciousness, and when his eyes began to blur, Zuo Zhiwei showed a slight smile, moved his lips, and didn't know whether he said the sentence or not, but he could only hear a remorse in his heart and laugh: "Mu Ziyun, I knew that I had taken off my soul, and I would kill you with this trick, and you would destroy me....."

Sangliang Island has a rare quiet time in a few days, the ground is bloody with internal organs, the grass buds that are being unearthed, try to suck up a few bites, the two tender leaves have red veins, very beautiful.

Half an hour later, the scattered limbs began to slowly return to their places, and the demon that had been dismantled was back in the sky unscathed. The yin and yang ghost said angrily: "He can't be rotten anymore, just like that dumb man, he can't be a puppet." ”

The wind swept the earth and buried him vigorously in Sangliang Island, he was right, he became the last achievement, and he was also the last Yan cultivator before the Fallen Leaves Sect bid farewell to the era of martial arts, some islanders lay in the dark and remembered this scene in their hearts, since then Sangliang Island has a legend, how many years later, it attracted waves of warriors to come to find immortals, although the legend is more and more outrageous, and people have long forgotten the origin of the matter.

In the Tianmen Hall of Lin Lufeng, "Someone broke into the sect!" Someone broke into the sect! The shouts outside came from far and near, and the stone sitting next to Sun Yi slapped the table and said angrily: "These guys from Qingshan Peak really don't know how to lift, they all said that we won't make a move, and we will disturb them three times and twice, we should give them some color to see!" ”

A look of sorrow appeared on Sun Qiji's face, he sighed heavily, and said, "It's not Qingshan Peak. “

"Not? Who's that? Stone asked.

"I remember you asked me, since Lin Lufeng didn't participate in the war, and the various sects lost more than half, why didn't we take the opportunity to unify Huzhou, heh, in fact, at the end of the war, Lin Lufeng's fate was not much stronger than that of his sect, because..."

The sound of footsteps rang outside the hall for a while, and then rang in the sky, and after a long time, a well-mannered scholar walked in, his eyes as still as water, one hand behind his back, and the other holding a folding fan. The fan is a woodcutter walking in the deep mountains at night, it is not elegant, the clothes are a white robe of the Standing Hoo, the purple ribbon around the waist, and a three-foot-long thin sword is pinned, the scabbard is a simple wood, the hilt is the jade of Cangtian, and it is inlaid with seven blue beads of the South China Sea.

"Who are you" The stone walked for a while, and after reacting, he immediately got up and asked, the black axe was next to him, but he didn't have the idea of lifting the axe.

Sun Qiji put the teacup on the table, his yellow and green eyes were also extraordinarily quiet, and said: "He is Kun, one of the demons, and the founder of the Dust Gate. “