Yue Muzhou gritted his teeth and swung out a sword with all his might, "Heaven and earth are all the same" was still there, and the broken body of the Immortal Monarch was cut off again and flew out.

Then he shook a little, leaning against the tree and slowly slumped down, gasping for breath from the remnants of his body.

Xianjun also slammed into the tree, and his skeleton-like body full of hollowed-out slews slid down, flesh and bone flowing to adjust the center of gravity and support, and spliced himself into a shape that could stand.

After the sword qi passed, his body seemed to have been burned by hot molten iron, and his head was ugly and mutilated, almost only a skeleton remained, and only a pair of golden pupils were still indifferent.

The arm holding the pearl, the flesh and blood seemed to melt and drip, the black scales, dark blue, and blood red were smeared into a patch, and the sharp bones were pinched on the beads, like evil ghosts.

Just as Yue Muzhou was almost defeated with one punch just now, the powerful body of Immortal Jun has now truly fallen into the line of life and death.

But Yue Muzhou was no longer able to make any more swords.

Yue Muzhou undoubtedly won in this fight, but he was defeated by his own body, which had been struggling for 18 years.

And although the Immortal Monarch was defeated in this battle, his purpose was not to defeat or kill the person in front of him, but to destroy this thorn in the sense of fate.

Now it's in its claws.

The bead was clear and translucent, stained with bright red, and hung with warmth.

There is a faint brilliant light and shadow like coral, which is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but when you look at it with the dragon's eyes, the coral appears soft and fragile, like a young stamen in a flower bud.

At this time, it had just been taken out of the previous owner's womb, and the surrounding energy had not yet escaped, but it had immediately entered a dormant state.

In this state, it is immortal and can be preserved for thousands of years, waiting for the opening of the next owner.

A layer of solid, translucent substance enveloped it, like a glass amber, a protective shell formed by it in the moment of danger with all the energy at its disposal.

Xianjun stretched out his other hand first and made a move towards Feng Huaicheng.

At the same time, the bone claw holding the bead slowly tightened, and the scene when it infected the heart-cutting glass reappeared, and the dragon's blood formed a sharp frost flower, slowly climbing up the bright bead.

The defense condensed in the outermost layer suddenly let out a quenching roar, and the frost and true qi clashed again.

But this time the dragon blood frost flower was much weaker than the time when the heart slashing glaze, and it was no longer the momentum of the crazy bite attack like thousands of poisonous dragons, and the weakening of the immortal monarch by the heavy blow this time was visible to the naked eye.

But the dragon's blood was still advancing firmly and slowly, and gradually, the frost blue was all wrapped, and the sound of "zila" disappeared, and after a moment of silence, the wrapped bead "clicked" softly, and the shell condensed by the frost flower and true qi shattered and fell off like an eggshell.

Expose the clear and transparent body.

Next, not only the sharp dragon's blood, but also the frost and fire were entangled, and in the hundreds of repetitions of the heat and the freezing cold, the bead finally broke a tiny crack.

For the first time, something that could be called "emotion" appeared in Xianjun's eyes.

It is the satisfaction of an end in purpose.

He tightened his fingers, and all the power he had was focused on the crack—and suddenly the body was completely undirected!

Including those dragon blood and frost fire, they also slowly retreated.

In the woods, a black cat stepped on a dead leaf and walked out, its blue eyes raised, staring at him calmly and coldly.

The Immortal Monarch lowered his head, and the flesh and blood around his neck condensed into a crest, grabbed the pearl, and then threw it in front of the black cat.

The black cockroach that also possessed the [Quail Head] was carefully buried in the flesh and blood of Qiqi, and finally revealed its existence unabashedly at this time, like an undercover agent who only shot in the deadliest place.

The moment this soul was revealed, the consciousness of the Immortal Monarch was violently pressed, even if it was only half wiped by the Heart-Cutting Glass, and it was broken by Yue Muzhou, it would only take a few breaths for the remaining consciousness to crush it.

And the black mantis bites the control of his body and never allows him to move freely.

A white shadow is like a frightening wave!

A sword slashed the heart of the glass and beheaded the immortal monarch.

But before the skull could fall to the ground, it turned into liquid and flowed back to its body.

And the real damage lies in the mind, and the black cockroach immediately felt that the consciousness of biting himself was obviously weakened.

"It's not enough!" The black cat closed its eyes and raised its eyebrows.

The Heart-Slashing Glass was already trembling in pain, and Ming Qitian swung out the second sword extremely quickly, piercing into the Immortal Monarch's chest.

This time, a wisp of fire rushed towards her, Ming Qitian did not dodge or dodge, relying on his true qi to eat this burn, and swung his sword again.

The black mantis had already told her that its restraint on the Immortal Monarch was very limited, and the most precious thing was time.

"Come again!" The force that attacked him was once again cut off in a large chunk, and the black man's own consciousness would collapse.

Ming Qitian pierced through that divine seed with another sword, and the effect of this sword was outstanding!

The black cockroach felt the pressure on its body almost cut away, and it used its last strength to launch a counterattack.

"Still stabbing here!"

The soul of the black mantis was completely shattered, but in its last eyes, the indifferent consciousness was like a candle in the wind.

"Just the last sword!" It shouted at the last minute.

Ming Qitian calmly raised his sword and stabbed.

But the sword failed to penetrate.

It was as if an iron curtain had suddenly descended from the sky.

The forest was dark for a moment, and something flew overhead, as if the birds had obscured the light.

The black cat, which had lost its grip on the Immortal Monarch, opened its eyes and raised its head, looking at the sky, and the cat's body suddenly stiffened.

Not a flock of birds.

It's a dark blue liquid, or more accurately, dragon's blood.

A large amount of dragon blood, a huge amount of dragon blood, fell like a waterfall, drowning the broken body of the Immortal Monarch.

Ming Qitian was originally injured in the body, although the sword stabbed out at this time had tried her best, but still failed to break through this torrent, she gritted her teeth against the end of the hilt, and struggled forward, and the white true qi burst like a lotus.

However, the sword did not advance an inch, but something surged in the waterfall, and in an instant, the boiling dragon blood blew her whole body out.

Ming Qitian staggered two steps beside the black cat to stop his figure, raised his head, and looked at this heart-wrenching scene with it.

It's the creatures in the city that have been corrupted by the rain of ambergris.

Cats, dogs, pigs, cows, donkeys, horses...... And, of course, people.

A feast.

The Immortal Monarch's broken body was like a bottomless pit, and all the dragon blood that poured down poured into it, and at the same time, his weak aura was rising steadily, although it was far from recovering its peak, it was no longer something that Ming Qitian could deal with.

Only one last slash is missing.

No matter how strong his body was, when the divine seed was broken, there was nowhere to repair his consciousness.

In this reshaped body, that wisp of consciousness must still be as weak as a candle in the wind.

Just a sword!

However, in front of the dragon body that has returned to its mighty body, who can make up for this last sword?

"I'll come."

An old voice said.

Ming Qitian turned around, and a withered palm rested on her shoulder.

It's not a ride, it's a support, and the whole body seems to be going soft.

Just walked over, and all his true qi had been exhausted.

"Sword, true qi, give it to me." Yue Muzhou gasped weakly, his lungs were like a tattered bellows, "I said in the morning that I wanted to teach you the sword, and I look at it." ”