Zhou Jiucheng was willing to save face, but Ye Chuxiao did not fight uncertain battles.

On the rune array, Ye Chuxiao, who had already been called a 'master', tampered with the large array outside the Broken Yan Pagoda in advance, and changed the external sweep to the internal collapse.

In essence, it is still a plundering of the energy of heaven and earth, and even in a short period of time, the effect is even better.

But its collateral effect has become the biggest obstacle for Zhou Jiucheng to escape at this moment.

The energy of heaven and earth shrank wildly, making Zhou Jiucheng, who was already unsustainable, his pace become jerky, and when Ye Chuxiao chased him out, he was able to fly more than ten meters away, and he did not achieve the effect of jumping in a leap and running away for thousands of miles in an instant.

As for those various so-called back-ups, Zhou Jiucheng is not none, but useless.

When Ye Chuxiao's knife cracked over more than ten meters away, Zhou Jiucheng had to raise his sword to fight, otherwise he would be disemboweled by Ye Chuxiao in just a moment.

The domineering above the realm is extremely cruel to the realm below.

If you don't grasp it, you will be separated by a gap in the world.

Swords and swords, under the staggering of thunder and wind, collided fiercely.

Zhou Jiucheng is like a tiger with his teeth pulled out, although roaring filial piety can still deter the mountains and forests, but the sword he wields is no longer sharp, and after each sword he sends out, the specific threat formed by it is greatly reduced.

At the same time, Zhou Jiucheng was also in this battle, consuming the little vitality left.

He had the capital to fight hard, but under Ye Chuxiao's deliberate indulgence and laxity, he was gradually exhausted.

When he wanted to sacrifice his life and pull Ye Chuxiao's back, he no longer had this ability.

The sword light flashed, mixing the sky light and cloud shadow, as if the entire sky was reflected and cut, turning into a second heaven.

The two heavens contrasted with each other, and in the battle of galloping and spinning, the upper and lower lakes and the border were gradually blurred.

Zhou Jiucheng stepped into the clouds with one foot, but what exploded under his feet was an incomparable edge.

With a painful cry, half of his body was crushed by the sharp knife light.

Zhou Jiucheng's red eyes screamed, and the spirit sword that had been with him for many years came out of his hand on its own, burning the spirituality it had cultivated for many years, and transforming it into a sword with the charm of its peak.

The sword light struck, and Ye Chuxiao held the knife in both hands, motionless like a mountain.

Suddenly, there are mountain peaks highlighted in the clouds, proud and majestic, although the wind and thunder cannot be moved, even if everything does not change.

The sound of swords colliding is no longer just a simple crash.

It is also an excellent spirit sword, and at the moment of the final bloom, it emits a whistling sound.

After the violent collision, Ye Chuxiao's eyes had already lost Zhou Jiucheng's figure.

Despite this, Ye Chuxiao did not show any disappointment, but slowly turned back to the Broken Yan Tower and switched perspectives.

Through his special association with Duanmulin, Ye Chuxiao can borrow his perspective to see another picture.

Zhou Jiucheng, who lost the spirit sword that accompanied him day and night, also lost half of his body, and only the upper half of his body, had reached the time when the oil ran out.

He fell into a spiritual cavern full of spiritual energy, dug out all the elixirs cultivated here, and then squeezed them into spiritual pulp, and stuffed them into his mouth.

….

The power of the medicine reverberated through half of his body.

The mutilated lower body seems to be about to grow back with the support of this medicinal power.

However, Ye Chuxiao's knife is no longer a knife in the realm of wisdom, but a knife that has really stepped into the realm of artistic conception, and the powerful power of personal will continues to grow out of the residual blade qi, as if it is a parasitic life, repeatedly consuming Zhou Jiucheng's vitality and vitality.

Even if the elixir possessed abundant energy and magical healing power, it would be difficult to heal the damage caused by the realm of artistic conception.

To put it simply, the rules are different.

Any healing elixir in heaven and earth, when it comes to Ye Chuxiao... No, that's no!

Since it is impossible to recover from the injury

Potential, that Zhou Jiucheng could only spread the medicinal power between the five internal organs, and let them help maintain the qi, blood and vitality that had collapsed.

He needs to breathe a sigh of relief and make the final arrangements and arrangements.

Flying out of this special spirit cave that had been arranged in advance, the world outside was filled with dry, dead wind and sand.

More than ten years ago, there were beautiful mountains and rivers here, and there were countless strange flowers and plants, wild beasts and rare animals, and there were monks from all walks of life who lived in seclusion, and people who fished wood.

It's just that after the Broken Swallow Pagoda was erected, the place gradually dried up.

All that remains between heaven and earth is endless mania and violence.

Looking at this shriveled, boring, and even ugly earth, Zhou Jiucheng had no regrets, only unwillingness.

In order to gain that opportunity, he sat for ten years, but now he is still falling short.

His sword, which was once sharp for an era, did not break the shackles of death.

If it is said that from the realm of wisdom to the artistic conception, it is a kind of will, more thorough, more self-willing, more arbitrary, and from the inside out.

Then from artistic conception to unfixed realm, it is a kind of leap that is difficult to touch the boundary.

Maybe you can soar into the sky after jumping, or you can fall straight off a cliff and then break your bones.

If it weren't for such difficulty, the demon girl Yingshu would not have painstakingly planted the heart pill in order to plunder the nutrients of others for her own use.

Jin Buzhi will not conspire with the demon girl, wanting to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and rebel against the priority.

They all took great risks in order to gain more confidence before they jumped.

Suddenly, Zhou Jiucheng seemed to see that in the flying yellow sand, a woman with silver hair and a blue and blue robe came gracefully stepping on a lotus flower.

Even if he didn't see his face clearly at first sight, he instinctively felt that she should be a woman with a peerless appearance.

As she walked by, the dry ground seemed to be paved with some greenery.

The dead breath that lingered on the earth was absorbed by her, and the tough seed seemed to be able to finally break through the shell and sprout from the soil.

Zhou Jiucheng had no reason, and gave birth to a sense of hope.

He hid himself under the yellow sand, and then peered like a poisonous snake at the woman who came by.

Once he sees through the reality of the other party, he will kill from the sand, and then use evil skills to rob the woman of all life.

In the past, Zhou Jiucheng disdained to use any evil skills that would pollute his will.

But now, under the coercion of death, he has let go of his bottom line.

….

Finally, the woman approached.

She is really better looking than Zhou Jiucheng thought.

This kind of good-looking is not just stunning in appearance.

For Zhou Jiucheng, it is no longer surprising that the facial features and figures in the form of any foreign object are no longer surprising.

Everything he had seen and tasted had turned into meaningless clouds of smoke.

"Sweet, complete, with the purest spirit, the cleanest femininity, and such a vast pure yang, who is she deliberately built the Ding Furnace? A supreme gift used to break through cultivation?" Zhou Jiucheng stared at the woman and quietly changed his mind.

He no longer thought about eating it in one bite, but about raising it, tasting it little by little, knowing that she had completely lost her nutrients like such a shriveled earth.

The woman stood ten meters away from Zhou Jiucheng, looking at the place where he was crawling and hiding, and looking at it, Zhou Jiucheng actually had a sense of shame that was penetrated into his soul in an instant.

"Did she find me?" Zhou Jiucheng was not annoyed, but changed his posture in an instant, half of his body flew out of the sand, and then shot at the woman with a sharp sword qi from his mouth.

Now that you've been discovered, let's go straight to it.

Zhou Jiucheng was very sure of this sword.

Even if he is on the verge of running out of oil, he is still the sword god, intimidating monks from all walks of life in the world for many years of artistic conception overhaul.

The ice lotus blooms, driving the dreamy aurora.

In the aurora, the sword saint Wuxin, who had shone in a certain era hundreds of years ago, also swung a sword at Zhou Jiucheng across time and space.

The sword god versus the sword saint, two equally fierce, but decidedly different kendo wills, collided in the desert.

It then dissipates at the same time.

The former is the end of the crossbow, and the latter has no source of water, which can be described as half a catty and eight taels.

But the woman's hand like this really shocked Zhou Jiucheng.

He had also been to the Land of Aurora, and had studied the sword skills of this Heartless Sword Saint.

Therefore, he can feel more clearly that the 'truth' of that sword is definitely not a small trick like illusion.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhou Jiucheng asked the woman.

The woman replied, "I am Duanmu, and I am also the King of Hades!"

"Hades?"

"There is no Hades, how can there be Hades?" Zhou Jiucheng asked with a sneer.

Among the heavens and worlds, there may be a great reincarnation in the underworld.

And in some specific worlds, because of the special rules, there are Hades and Ghost Domains, but this has nothing to do with the Wild Fighting Realm.

In the Wilderness Fighting Realm, even the living are not allowed to live forever, let alone the dead?

The dead people, merging into the aurora, are more like being imprinted into a painting.

No matter how realistic the painting is, it is all fake.

The six souls have no owner, and they exist as if they were dead.

"I came to this realm, and I am the king of Hades!" The woman said.

Of course, she is Duanmulin.

At this time, every word she said was compared between Ye Chuxiao and him in advance.

Revealing one's true nature may be more sincere.

But she didn't come to find Zhou Jiu to make friends.

Zhou Jiucheng continued to sneer, and then gathered strength, his eyes searched for Duanmulin's flaws like a torch.

"What proof is that you are the king of Hades?" Zhou Jiucheng asked.

"You don't need proof, you will know when you die." Duanmulin replied.

….

Zhou Jiucheng laughed: "Understood! It turned out to be a vulture squatting and guarding the carrion, puppet, treacherous, evil, and filthy, which method are you cultivating? You might as well say it and let the old man point you out, the evil monks that the old man beheaded back then, there were not a thousand, at least eight hundred, and I still have some experience in talking about guidance."

Duanmulin casually glanced around.

As far as reality is concerned, the damage caused by Zhou Jiucheng's sword god to the world is even better than that of three thousand evil path monks.

It is ridiculous to talk about good and evil again.

Practicing in a world where the Heavenly Dao is broken, all the monks are gamblers who have stepped on the gambling table.

Once it has begun, it is time to leave it without regrets.

The more you practice, the more you understand this.

Duanmulin took out an hourglass from his arms.

The hourglass was placed on the ground, and the silvery-white sand slid quickly from one bucket to another.

"In a moment, you are going to kill the old man?" Zhou Jiucheng continued to ask.

He hadn't amassed enough strength yet, so he might as well talk to Duanmulin a little more.

Duanmulin said, "No! It's that you only have this quarter of an hour left to live, and in a little while... About one-third of a scale, the five qi should be chaotic, and the internal organs are like knives and axes."

Zhou Jiucheng laughed again: "Good! What an arrogant mouth, then I'll wait for you a third of a scale to see if what you say is true."

The excuse of delaying time was sent to the door, does Zhou Jiucheng have any reason to accept it?

The huge elixir juice, he hadn't fully processed the digestion.

At this time, it is best to deal with it first and draw out more power that can be used.

For Duanmulin, Zhou Jiucheng has not yet extinguished his covetousness.

This is also the basis of his dealings with Duanmulin.

The fine sand was flowing, and soon a third of the way had passed.

Zhou Jiucheng was about to speak sarcastically.

The next moment, the spiritual fluid covering the internal organs began to churn.

He still ignores the essential loss of the body

Empty, he has long been in the state of 'emptiness is not replenished, .

Those powerful medicinal powers, when he was strong, could only be regarded as a slight tonic.

But by this time, in his body, which had already run out of oil, it had become a life-threatening poison.

Just like Duanmulin said, Zhou Jiucheng's breath was completely chaotic in an instant, and his internal organs were as if they were being chopped and stirred by a knife and axe, and the pain was unbearable.

Zhou Jiucheng gritted his teeth and made a creaking and creaking sound.

At the same time, weak fine sweat kept coming out from the top of the head and back crest, and gradually brought a trace of blood.

"After another one-third of the scale, you will feel that your five internal organs are like fire, and your qi and blood are like clouds of smoke, irretrievably discharged." Duanmulin continued to write the verdict.

Of course, she can't grant lives for sentient beings.

But Zhou Jiucheng is a dying person, and when she stands in front of Duanmulin, she can see at a glance how Zhou Jiucheng will step into death without more external interference.

Zhou Jiucheng has already messed up.

He clasped his hands and wanted to admit his mistake to Duanmulin and ask for help, but the intense pain even overwhelmed his reason and provoked his emotions.

He didn't shout.

Then, two-thirds of the way through the hourglass.

….

As Duanmulin said, his internal organs began to burn like fire, and the already empty qi and blood began to further collapse.

At this time, Zhou Jiucheng's spirit became clearer.

This is the final return to light, the body instinctively supplies all the functions and the last vitality to the brain, so that the brain can make the final judgment.

"Please save me!"

"I don't want to die!" Zhou Jiucheng lay on the ground and shouted to Duanmulin for mercy.

He was still unsure of Duanmulin's origin.

But it had come to this, and he was going to try.

Even if it's just a false silk thread, he doesn't want to give up.

"In this world, the living do not live, but the dead endure, if you will follow me, enter my underworld and serve me as Lord." Duanmulin said.

Zhou Jiucheng, who had reached the end of his rope, immediately agreed: "As long as the Hades King can save me, I am willing to serve the Hades King as the Lord forever, if I betray, the heavens and the earth will destroy him!"

A generation of sword gods shouldn't be so boneless.

But in order to achieve the purpose of the moment, Ye Chuxiao was like a wild dog, forcing Zhou Jiucheng to struggle in a desperate situation several times.

This repeatedly lowers his psychological standards, and at the same time stimulates his infinite desire to live.

"Good! Come!" Duanmulin walked behind Zhou Jiucheng and slapped him on the head.

In an instant, Zhou Jiucheng's complete and intact soul was first attracted by Duanmulin's aurora before being taken away by the self-generated aurora of heaven and earth in this realm, and flew into the aurora underworld created by Duanmulin with himself as a shell.

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