If it weren't for being too careless at the beginning, if Mo Yan hadn't chosen to fight fist to fist at the beginning, then he would never have fallen into a desperate situation so quickly!

It's a pity that the "if" never changes the outcome of the battle because of the "if" in the first battle of the warriors!

Mo Yan was careless, and chose to fight fist against fist, without the resistance and barrier of weapons, sword qi, and blades, his physical body directly met Han Jing's Nine Wounds Fist!

The Nine Wounds Fist hurts the martial artist's body at the beginning, including skin, muscles, bones, blood, and internal organs!

So from the very beginning he was doomed to death.

"Ahhh......hhh Mei Yi Wow Wow ......"

It was too late to say that it was too fast, from the time Han Jing's Nine Wounds Fist and Demon Rock's Iron Fist touched, until now it was only two breaths of time.

After two breaths, the Demon Rock, which was still arrogant just now, lost its previous qiē: arrogance, arrogance, and that cruel arrogance!

Now his body is almost completely collapsed, his skin, muscles and bones are almost gone, and the remaining internal organs and a little flesh and blood are mixed together, constantly falling, and the picture is extremely bloody.

As for his three souls and seven spirits, they had already turned into a twisted and wriggling brilliance, which was clenched by Han Jing with only one hand.

This brilliance contains the three souls and seven spirits of the magic rock, and it also contains all the vitality, longevity and lifelong essence of the magic rock.

"Are you in pain?"

Looking at the bloody brilliance in his hand, Han Jing's voice was extremely cold: "This is life is better than death, right?"

This is indeed better than death, because Han Jing deliberately retained the Demon Rock's sea of knowledge, the complete sea of knowledge, so even if the Demon Rock at this moment lost his body, he might still feel a qiē pain, and feel those pains that could no longer be described with pen and ink.

His voice, muffled by this, was filled with powerless struggle and deep despair: "Ahhh......hh Mei Yi Wow Wow ......"

"I said, I want you to die!

Pinching the blood-colored brilliance that stretched out to be as long as an arm and as thick as an arm, Han Jing's other hand swept out with a heavy fist: "Destroy the three souls!"

Here it is, the seventh punch of the Nine Wounds Fist!

The fist was like lightning, with the luster of thunder, directly on this section of brilliance, and circles of ripples immediately burst out.

The human soul of the magic rock blasted out and cracked!

The earth soul blasted out and broke!

The Heavenly Soul burst out and cracked......

"Ah......hh Die...... I...... Want...... Dead ......"

The unbearable severe pain arose one after another, and the Demon Rock lost his three souls and was still aware of the sea, so the boundless pain made his last seven spirits make a vague voice to the extreme.

It's a pleading!

Just want to die......

"Want to die?"

Hearing this, Han Jing looked at the Demon Rock with cold eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for the first time.

This smile was more evil than any of the previous smiles of the Demon Rock, and it was also more cruel and indifferent: "I want to refine all the lifelong essence contained in your seven spirits, in this life, you will be painful with her pain, but you will not be happy because of her happiness! Until she is corrupted, you will be completely corrupted! But even if you are corrupted, you will never be reincarnated!"

What does this phrase mean?

Although the sea of knowledge of Demon Rock is still clear, he can't think because he is suffering unbearable pain!

And Han Jing didn't need Mo Yan to think about anything.

What he wants is to refine all the power of the Demon Rock's lifelong essence, turn it into some kind of power, and give it to a certain "she" he just mentioned!

With a certain intention, I saw that he immediately withdrew the Nine Wounds Fist, and instead made a mysterious and brilliant brand.

Every time an imprint crashed into that blood-colored brilliance, it would cause the brilliance to shrink a little, as if compressed, squeezing the seven spirits of the demon rock with monstrous power.

As a result, the pain that Demon Rock needed to endure instantly skyrocketed dozens of times.

After all, the pain now needs to be compared, it is like sending an ordinary person into a crushing stone mill, constantly crushing and squeezing it, but it will not cause him to die, but only to endure the infinite pain.

Ten breaths!

Twenty breaths!

Thirty breaths!

As the brand slammed into the blood-colored brilliance more and more, the indistinct pleading voice of the demon rock finally gradually stopped, and the last thing that appeared on Han Jing's palm was a blood-colored bead the size of a pebble.

This bead is the essence, longevity and strength of Demon Rock's life, and it also contains the seven spirits of Demon Rock!

"This is what you deserve!"

It was only at this moment that the violent and cold aura on Han Jing's body slowly weakened, and looking at the beads on his palm, he secretly took a breath: "I will keep you alive and help her endure boundless pain all the time!"

When the words fell, I saw Han Jing wave his hand, and the blood-colored bead immediately flew towards the Shenglong Platform.

In the ninth platform of the Shenglong Terrace, the body of the remnant soul of the blue soul that was about to be disillusioned suddenly melted into a blood-colored light, making her remnant soul immediately regain its vitality.

......

Magic Rock, Fall!

The commander of the Ninth Army, a goblin in his early 300s, died so tragically!

Outside the Shanglong Terrace, the waterfall is still falling, but the water potential and strength have weakened to the extreme.

All around, the Mizube Temple had almost turned into a complete ruin after this bloody battle. The civilization and splendor that the people of the water tribe created after countless years have completely disappeared and will never return.

The rocks around the temple are still slipping, or this qiē will soon be completely buried by the rocks and completely disappear into the long river of history.

But Han Jing didn't want to feel about it!

Luo Ba was killed in battle, and Blue Soul, Fire Dance, Baili Yi, Feng Tong, and Du Yu were also seriously injured, so he couldn't afford to delay any time.

Even if he knew that the Blue Soul had no worries after obtaining the essence of Demon Rock's life, he also knew that the injuries of Huo Wu, Baili Yi and others could be restored within the Ninth Stage.

But he really didn't want to delay!

"The other warriors of the Ninth Army will send a message, so I must leave here with everyone as much as possible!"

Slowly lowering his head, Han Jing re-absorbed the Shenglong Platform into his body with a wave of his hand, and then looked at the Immortal Waterfall: "And they are also waiting for me!" and...... Those hedrons!"

......

"Niangniang, where is that young man?"

"...... Has he been devoured?"

Under the Stygian Waterfall, the three old men who only had the remnant souls left looked at the blue whale in unison.

The huge soul beast body of the blue whale was still suspended, but because of some kind of intense excitement and ecstasy, it had a fierce power that was difficult to hide.

Hearing the questions of two of the three elders, the soul beast of the Fire Dancer said in a deep voice: "He...... It's a success! Just like Brother Yueming back then!"

"What?"