"Jun Mo, don't lose! Xia'er is still waiting for you!" The heart-rending voice passed through the layers of human walls and entered the ears of Jun Mo who was struggling in the void.

"Sister, you're still waiting for me—"

Jun Mo's pupils tightened, and his body was shaken, indeed, his sister was still waiting for him.

Didn't he choose to fight because he wanted to go out early to find his sister? The original intention of fighting was because of his sister, and if he lost, it would be meaningless.

"I can't lose, I can't lose!"

Hearing Jun Mo's voice, the lying Nebula instantly realized that it was not good, Jun Xia'er was Jun Mo's weakness and reverse scale, for Jun Xia'er, Jun Mo would definitely break out again with demonic energy to fight, with his current body, as long as he did that, it would definitely make his body collapse in advance: "Don't ......"

Xingyun's eyes were cracked, and he stretched out his hand because of excitement regardless of the injury, and the body injury that was already close to collapse was suddenly pulled, and before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

However, it was too late, and Jun Mo, who couldn't control himself because he heard Jun Xia'er's name, had already erupted:

He really can't afford to lose, if he loses, Jun Xia'er will die!

Concerned about this layer, Jun Mo didn't hesitate at all, his dantian had been shattered, but the dantian was not his real source of strength, as long as the demon contract existed, he would be able to burst out the demonic qi to fight!

A terrifying aura suddenly appeared, such a terrifying aura was even above the heyday of the Dao Seeking Jade!

Qiu Daoyu, who was about to make a move, stopped in shock, this breath was far more powerful than he imagined, in front of such a breath, he trembled and found that he was so weak, cold sweat slipped from the edge of his forehead, he found that he couldn't move!

This powerful aura suddenly erupted, surprising everyone, they all knew that this aura was Jun Mo, because the cry of the flowing iron heart awakened Jun Mo's powerful strength.

Hope, a world of despair rekindled by the appearance of this breath.

But before they could get excited, the terrifying aura suddenly stopped and disappeared.

That's right, it disappeared silently, and disappeared completely.

This terrifying aura came and went faster, and it was short-lived, making people mistakenly think that this was the illusion they collectively generated.

Jun Mo's legs were weak, and he knelt down directly, barely holding on with his left hand, so as not to let himself fall completely.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and his eyes were misty.

Jun Mo's injury was too serious, his whole body, every inch of his skin was suffering from great pain, and it was impossible to resist the load brought by the outbreak of demonic energy with such a body.

Jun Mo can't lose, his belief is stronger than anyone else, he can't afford to lose, so that after such a powerful aura erupted, the severely injured body was injured again, and after the severe injury, he who should have fainted directly still retained a trace of sober consciousness.

He couldn't lose consciousness, and once he fell asleep, everything was irretrievable.

As long as you are sober, there may be a glimmer of hope for winning......

"Jun Mo—"

Looking at Jun Mo who suddenly knelt on the ground, Xingyun was powerless to support, he hated himself, why was he so weak, so that every time there was a crisis, Jun Mo was rescuing him, and he could only watch Jun Mo suffer more and more pain every time!

Two lines of tears washed away the face, and the bloodless handsome face was pain except sadness.

All everyone can do is to watch quietly, watching Jun Mo get hurt and unable to do anything.

They also want to stand up, but they can't control their bodies except for their consciousness.

Looking at Jun Mo, who had lost support and was unable to kneel on the ground, Qiu Daoyu breathed a sigh of relief, his frightened eyes refocused, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his breath fluctuated.

Just a second ago, he was scared, he begged Daoyu to be really afraid, the fear in his heart made him dare not believe it, it turned out that someone could make him so afraid!

However, he still won, with Jun Mo's body, he couldn't carry such a powerful force at all. The prophecy is right, the sky does not bend its knees in front of him, and it is my door to kneel in front of the devil! Fate has long arranged for him to become the ultimate victor, rule this world, and dominate the Nine Shadows!

"I'm going to win—"

The words were indistinct, but each of the six people knew what Jun Mo was talking about.

The left hand couldn't support it, and he pressed it down, and now Jun Mo seemed to be an ant who humbly begged for mercy after being tortured, but he couldn't speak.

"Jun Mo, that's enough, you've worked hard, we've just been abandoned by fate, you've worked hard, really hard! Even if Xia'er knows, she won't blame you!" Xingyun's tears seemed so precious at this time.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. At this time, Xingyun no longer pity his tears, because Jun Mo made him unable to control his tears.

Seeing this scene, Zi Buyu cried, her head buried in the darkness of the void, there was no sound, tears fell into her hair, connected with sweat, and she didn't know a trace.

Yu Liuli cried, she couldn't move, and she couldn't make a sound, but she could see this scene.

Jun Mo's persistence is incomparable to none of them, for Jun Xia'er, Jun Mo still did not choose to give up even if it came to such a point, even if hope had been completely submerged in this despair.

Leng Mengning cried, this big boy, who was lonely and endured all the pain, but silently warmed others inadvertently.

The existence of this scene made her understand why she was carried by a Tibetan mastiff to keep warm when she was on a lonely island, if she remembered correctly, Jun Mo at that time, there were still tears on his face, it was because of the excessive thinking of the person he was concerned about that he would faint alone in such a dangerous place.

Feng Qianfang cried, his injuries were very serious, but he was still able to see such a persistent Jun Mo.

met in World War I, Jun Mo saved him, but he almost killed him. Because of his identity as a demon cultivator, he didn't keep his hand at all, but he reached out to people like him.

Such a person, once he blames himself because of guilt, will hurt very badly. Because I want to protect that person too much, everything about myself is no longer important, even if I am full of holes, it is still that person who is worried about it.

"Why are you so stubborn? Your dantian should have been shattered, and your body has already been overloaded, why do you still insist so much? Wouldn't it be good to wait for death obediently? Why torture yourself so much? Kneel in front of the demon is my door, but now you kneel, there is no possibility of recovery!" Qiu Daoyu went from roaring to sneering, he couldn't wait to kill Jun Mo, because he was afraid, he was afraid that Jun Mo would still have a little strength to burst out like that!

He was really afraid, he had already lost enough in the battle that Gu had lost, and now he was unwilling to lose again, and it was impossible for him to lose again, so he had to solve all possible threats as quickly as possible.