"Shenhuang Island was born with such a celestial pride, but I didn't expect it to fall under His Royal Highness the Human Emperor, it's a pity. ”

"Seven Tianjiao, plus a few sealers in exchange for his life, death is worth it. ”

In the distance, many monks looked at the bloodstained and swaying figure on the battlefield, their expressions were complicated, and they were talking in a low voice, showing regret.

The lonely figure looked a little pitiful, a little sad.

Many monks knew that this descendant of Shenhuang Island was going to die.

Su Zimo's situation is indeed very bad.

The left chest was pierced, the blood was pouring out, the pipa bone in the back was also broken, and a huge wound in the abdomen was shocking, and if it was not held with the hand, the intestines would have gushed out.

Su Zimo can even feel that life is passing bit by bit!

Blood is still flowing.

The injuries in the body, there is no tendency or sign of healing.

This means that the injuries on his body are now beyond the limits of the body's self-healing power!

In front of him, there were still the old monks of the Wuxiang Temple and the sealers of the Illusion Demon Sect who did not make a move.

Even if these two sealers watched coldly, it wouldn't be long before the blood in his body would be drained, and he would die.

Su Zimo was dizzy, and his eyes were in a trance, as if a familiar blood-colored figure flashed.

"Butterfly Girl......"

Subconsciously, Su Zimo called softly.

There was no response, the figure in front of him turned slightly sideways, frowned slightly, and glanced at him, his eyes revealing endless worry and pity.

A faint fragrance came, Su Zimo's spirit was shocked, and he tried to open his eyes.

After being stunned for a while, Su Zimo opened his mouth, but finally didn't say a word, lowered his head slightly, and couldn't hide the loss in his eyes.

It's not a butterfly moon.

It's Ji Fairy.

Excessive blood loss, blurred vision, and all these years, with the obsession in his heart, Su Zimo saw the pink dress on the fairy Ji as blood-red.

She ...... Leave a long time ago and won't come back. ”

"After all, I still couldn't catch up with her, and I didn't have a chance. ”

"Alas. ”

Su Zimo sighed deeply, his body swayed, his eyelids were heavy, and his will gradually sank into the endless abyss......

At this moment, a voice came into his ears, and Su Zimo's consciousness was gradually pulled back!

"Two seniors, let him go. ”

This was the voice of the Ji Fairy, right in front of Su Zimo.

"Enchantress, go away!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple walked slowly, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body, and shouted loudly.

"Even if the two seniors don't make a move, he won't be able to survive, what's wrong with leaving him a whole corpse?"

Fairy Ji didn't leave, and her voice continued to sound: "Buddhism is compassionate, why do you want to kill them all?"

"Only by killing him with his own hands will there be no other variables. ”

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple was unmoved, his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Demon girl, if you don't leave, don't blame the poor monk for killing you together!"

After a short silence, Fairy Ji's voice sounded again, plain and bland, but shocking!

"It's hard to obey your fate. ”

These four words reveal a kind of determination.

That is the determination that he knows that he will die, and he will not waver, and he will not take half a step back!

Su Zimo was moved.

Across from her is the Sealer.

The sealer who has completely fallen into a rage and can kill him with a raise of his hand!

Su Zimo didn't expect that in such a situation, Fairy Ji would stand up and stand in front of him without hesitation, without flinching.

"This stupid woman. ”

Su Zimo's lips squirmed, and his voice was like a mosquito and a fly, inaudible.

"That's ......"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple nodded, his face was expressionless, and a murderous force suddenly erupted in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Since you are bent on death, the poor monk will fulfill you!"

Rumble!

The golden pill in the old monk of Wuxiang Temple was running, and the power of the golden pill realm exploded, and his breath skyrocketed, and he made a brazen shot!

"No fingers!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple stretched out a finger and tapped it in the direction of Fairy Ji.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth shook!

Where is this finger.

It is clearly a stone pillar that reaches the sky, coercive and wanton, across the void, roaring, as if to smash the Ji goblin to pieces!

Su Zimo gritted his teeth and wanted to make a move to block this blow for Fairy Ji.

But he was so badly injured that he didn't have any strength in his body and couldn't move.

Ji Fairy blinked, and in his beautiful eyes, there was a little ripple, bursting out of a misty and charming light, which fell in the eyes of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple.

Ji Fairy removed the veil, revealing a bright and flawless face, and smiled.

Turn all beings upside down and charm the world!

Not to mention the old monk of Wuxiang Temple directly opposite, even the many monks who were watching from a distance were stunned on the spot, with their mouths open, drooling without knowing it.

This series of actions is not just a seductive eye.

This has brought the power of "The Plain Girl Sutra" to the extreme!

"Huh?"

Although the old monk of Wuxiang Temple is a real person of Jindan, he has not practiced many secret techniques of King Kong Temple, and he can perfectly restrain the "Su Nu Sutra".

"Go!"

At the same time, the Ji goblin made a move and sacrificed a ribbon, and the aura was flourishing, colliding with the oncoming Wuxiang finger.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Ji Fairy's face changed greatly, her delicate body trembled, and she kept retreating.

Every time he took a step back, the goblin would cough up a mouthful of blood, scarlet and dazzling!

Not everyone can be like Su Zimo, who resists the sealer with all his strength.

If it weren't for the old monk of Wuxiang Temple's heart, the power of Wuxiang Finger was slightly dispersed, this time, it would be enough to smash the Ji goblin to pieces, and the fragrance would be gone!

Even so, when Fairy Ji retreated in front of Su Zimo step by step, he had already suffered a heavy blow, was on the verge of dying, and the situation was critical.

Behind the old monk of Wuxiang Temple, there are devouring cracks appearing, cold and dark.

"Humph!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple looked gloomy and sneered: "Before you die, the poor monk will fulfill you and let you be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate!"

Before the words fell, the fingertips of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple poked out a flame, and came to the two of them in an instant.

The flame was bright red, mixed with a hint of pale gold, exuding a palpitating aura.

It's really hot!

Above the third-level spiritual fire, there is the real fire!

Only the Jindan True Person of the Fire Spirit Root can cultivate True Fire, which is enough to burn all the Foundation Building Cultivators, and even burn the pure-blooded fierce beasts of the Foundation Building Realm to ashes!

The corners of Su Zimo's eyes jumped wildly.

He is a refiner himself, and he controls the flames, so he naturally knows how powerful this true fire is.

Previously, no sealers released true fire, but because they were not cultivators of the Fire Spirit Root.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, tried his best, pushed away the Ji goblin in front of him, and roared in his mouth: "Hurry up!"

Call!

The flames fell on Su Zimo's body, and they swelled wildly in an instant, sweeping through the whole body!

In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo became a fire man.

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