A blood-red six-pointed star symbol appeared at the evil god's feet, and with a wicked smile on his lips, he did not hesitate to plunge the sickle into his already wounded abdomen.

"Poof!"

"Wow!"

Izumi and the evil god spat out mouthfuls of blood at the same time, and her abdomen had a strange extra wound like the evil god, and the bright red color hung on the white robe was very eye-catching.

"Hahaha! Be my sacrifice! ”

The evil god opened his mouth and laughed wildly, and the scythe in his hand was about to swing down at his heart.

Matsuyo, who was watching the battle, wanted to swing the spear in his hand, but he sensed a strange smile on Izumi's face hidden under his long hair.

"Smack!"

Izumi instantly appeared in front of the evil god, grabbed the scythe in his hand, and said with a sickly smile on his face:

"That's an interesting ability, but who allowed you to do it?!"

As he spoke, the long knife in his hand stabbed into the evil god's stomach without hesitation.

"Uhh

Feeling more blood flowing from his body, Izumi's expression seemed to be even more excited:

"After the ritual begins, your body won't have that unrivaled defense."

"Poof! Poof! Burst! Burst! ”

As soon as the long knife was drawn in, Izumi tirelessly slashed at the evil god, and at the same time, her own body was constantly bleeding blood, and the white robe turned into a red robe as if she had jumped into a dye vat.

The stabbed god was unable to move due to the ritual and injury, so he had to watch Izumi self-harm himself.

However, his gaze at Izumi was different from before, and now he was more like admiring a person who was in the same way as himself...

"Whew!"

"You should be unable to move now."

Izumi stood with a long knife in his hand, his whole body trembling slightly from excitement or exhaustion, and countless wounds were oozing bright red liquid from the open and the covert.

Izumi's miserable appearance made his face numb and his heart uncomfortable. He looked at Izumi with a look in his eyes, not knowing what she was going to do.

The evil god, who had been injured in the same condition and had already knelt on the ground, looked at the spring in disbelief, grinned and exclaimed:

"I'm immortal, but you're the first guy I've admired in a thousand years, but you should have a problem standing now, haha!"

Izumi gasped, his eyes full of disdain as he looked at the ugly god with disdain, and his knuckles folded together with difficulty and he lifted the long knife in his hand again.

The blade of the knife rose inch by inch, and slowly turned into nothingness inch by inch.

She clenched the long knife with both hands, and the sharp blade was aimed at herself, and she shouted with a holy smile on her face:

"Blade of Time!"

While the tail note was still trembling in the space, the bodies of the evil god and Izumi were glowing with gray-white dots of light at the same time.

Wherever the light passed, blood no longer oozed from Quan's body, and those large and small knife wounds slowly began to recover.

However, the evil god was not so lucky, and his injuries gradually deteriorated, and even festered.

The gray-white light continued to expand, and so did the brightness, and finally enveloped the two of them. At the last moment of being wrapped, Izumi looked at the evil god with a surprised expression and slowly spoke:

"Reduced to ashes in the river of time!"

"Buzz!"

At its peak, the gray-white light condensed into two gray-white buds, which then slowly bloomed.

"Flowers of Time!?"

He stared at the two gray flowers without blinking, and muttered to himself.

The buds bloomed one by one, revealing the spring and the evil god that were wrapped inside. Izumi had returned to his undamaged appearance, and even his blood-colored robes had become as white as jade, and there was no sign of injury at all.

The evil god was much more miserable, and he was covered with deep scars, but these were not fatal wounds to him.

"Roar!"

The evil god let out a roar of rage, and as soon as he raised his arm, the whole person froze in place, and there was no more sound.

"What is this?" Mi Ma blinked, looking at the motionless evil god in amazement.

"Its body has survived time, but apparently its soul can't."

Izumi, who had recovered to his original state, moved his body and said with a smile, and the long knife made of Dao Jade in his hand was only a small hilt at this time.

The face numb glanced at the handle of the knife distressedly, and the slight movement of his throat still exclaimed:

"What an amazing ability, a girl who walks the river of time."

"As you can see, it's just a bit of a knife, and the original knife can't even release this move."

Izumi respectfully held the knife with only the hilt left in his hands and handed it back to Miami.

With the handle attached to the knife handle with one hand, the immortal chakra in his body was rapidly consumed, and after a while, a complete Dao-seeking jade was condensed.

"It seems that it is urgent to find you a long knife that can withstand time."

Mian Ma felt the half-consumed immortal chakra in his body, and exhaled deeply.

"Everything is arranged by Lord Mama!"

Izumi had a sweet smile on the hem of his skirt and walked behind him, silently looking at the dead evil god with him.

After a few breaths, Mian Ma slowly stepped forward and used natural energy to perceive:

"This should be the essence of the evil god, and Mo Yao Xinvort should be a sacrifice for the ceremony, and the body of the evil god can come through sacrifice."

"What is this indestructible black skin of his? If I hadn't been able to break through his defenses, I'd be afraid that the Blade of Time would not have been effective, and I wouldn't have hurt myself. ”

Mian Ma stretched out his fingers and gently slid over the black skin of the evil god and felt it on the spot:

"When we cultivate natural energy, we generally store energy into our bodies so that we can call it up at any time, and we seize natural energy to strengthen our own physical body to the point of indestructibility."

"Is there any weakness in this body?"

"Just the physical body is strong, people of our level have a hundred ways to solve him, if you make your pupil power to the next level, you can also cut off his body with one sword."

Mian Ma withdrew his caressed hand, rubbed it on the white robe and continued:

"So the evil god has developed the technique of exchanging injuries for injuries, for him who refines his body with natural energy, any injury is a minor injury, but for us who cultivate energy, it is completely different.

"Hmm... That's a good idea, and I think I have some vague ideas about the way forward. ”

"Ahh Miao-sama won't be like him, will he? ”

Izumi hurriedly waved his hand when he heard the words of the numb face, and asked with a frightened expression.

"Hahaha, I'm not going to do that, it's too crude.

"By the way, are you already close to that level?"

"Did Lord Mian Ma say the six-way level? I felt like I was one step away from that. ”

As he spoke, Izumi lowered his head, and his hands wrenched together uneasily,

"But... It's as if my eyes have reached their limit, either an external force breaks through, or... Once again, I feel the river of time in its entirety. ”

"That will only consume you, I have a better way."

As soon as he heard that there was a better way to face numbness, Izumi raised his head suddenly, and looked at him with bright eyes, but there were some other emotions in it besides joy...