The minds of several people were already the same, and Wei Wuji's breath suddenly disappeared, and the Drunken Madness Sword and Bian Qiuyun sensed it for the first time, the Drunken Madness Sword almost couldn't believe what was happening now, and the whole person was almost on the verge of petrification.

Bian Qiuyun's eyes also dimmed: "I didn't expect that the head of the Ten Perfect Elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect would be so greedy for life and afraid of death, hey......."

Drunken Crazy Sword's face was dead gray: "Qiuyun, don't you want to say it yet?"

Bian Qiuyun half-tilted his head, and couldn't help but sigh: "Yi Qiuyun, when you drink wildly, drunk and watch the red dust and rain, don't you understand my mind at this moment?"

A tear crossed Bian Qiuyun's cheek, and the drunken mad sword couldn't help but look stupid.

"Hey, how can I not understand, Qiu Yun, if there is an afterlife, I only wish that none of us are people in the Dao realm, and we can live a mortal life, a man farming and a woman weaving, and a drunken life. ”

"Crazy Sword ......."

"Autumn Cloud ......."

"I don't want to be born on the same day and month in the same year, but I want to die on the same day and month in the same year, for the sake of the Dao realm, for the foundation of my Heavenly Dao Sect for thousands of years, today we will defend the Dao!"

"Ha, that's what I mean, I can die with Qiuyun and you, I'm enough!"

People who love each other, people who have the same heart, how can they not understand each other's intentions, but they don't know how to express their feelings, and now they are suddenly put on a stand by Wei Wouji, and both of them are out of life, and the suppressed emotions in their hearts burst out.

At this time, silence is better than sound, drunken sword, Bian Qiuyun, at this moment, the state of mind of the two has reached a deeper level of communication, after looking at each other and smiling, the aura of the two bodies has been completely released, and the strongest blow of the Yuanshen Stage monk is launched towards the Wuzhi Qi who has just broken through the formation.

"Drunken Sword Split-"

"Autumn water is boundless—"

"Boom-"

Self-detonating gold pill, the most extreme way to exchange for a fatal blow.

The Drunken Silver Sword and the Qiuyun Sword had their own spiritual wisdom, and they kept hitting each other and making a crashing sound, as if they were making a trace of sorrow for their master.

The master is dead, and even if he has opened his mind as a natal weapon, how can he still have the desire to survive.

The drunken silver sword and the autumn water sword were fused into one with the anti-Buddha, and with the last hope of the master, they launched a force that was enough to destroy everything to Wuzhiqi.

"Brother Monkey, be careful!" The Kunpeng Great Sage was also shocked when he saw such a strong attack, and hurriedly shouted to remind Wu Zhiqi.

"Huh? Yakuji Aragami—"

Wuzhi Qi swung the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick and stabbed straight towards the merged twin swords.

"Boom-"

A huge stream of water burst out from Wuzhiqi's body, and in all directions, Wuzhiqi's swaying figure intersected with the combined moves of the drunken mad sword and Bian Qiuyun in mid-air.

"Boom, boom—"

There was a loud bang, and under the fierce collision of powerful aura, it was like the sun emitting a dazzling light, and the surroundings suddenly fell into chaos.

The green smoke blew by, the earth was silent, and when the scene calmed down, I only saw Wu Zhiqi holding the Ruyi Golden Hoop stick in his hand, half-kneeling on the ground and making a wheezing sound: "It's a pity that it's such a strong confluence sword move!"

When Wuzhi Qi looked at the ground not far away, the two Drunken Silver Swords and Qiushui Swords, which had just been enlightened and had a certain consciousness, had already broken to the ground and shattered into pieces.

At this time, the Kunpeng Great Sage and everyone gathered around: "Brother Monkey, are you okay, Huhu, it's so dangerous!"

Wu Zhiqi supported the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, slowly stood up, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, hey, I didn't expect that two monks from the Yuan Shen Realm could force me to such a point, it seems that our plan must be accelerated!"

Gonggong nodded on the side, and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, recently, I also feel that my cultivation has begun to weaken, if Lord Chiyou is not resurrected, let alone looking for the Heavenly Emperor to take revenge, I am afraid that even this group of people in the Dao Realm will be difficult to deal with." ”

Feng Bo also nodded and said, "Well, now it depends on what Ye Lansheng will choose.......

The corners of Wuzhiqi's mouth only appeared at this moment, a trace of confidence arc: "Lord Chiyou is resurrected, Ye Lansheng will also be beneficial, he will definitely ........."

Before Wu Zhiqi finished speaking, a black fog suddenly appeared in the sky in the north, and a human figure floated inside, and the lifeless and dark aura was anti-Buddha's death-like existence.

"I'm the Grim Reaper, coming to earth, not killing, not redeeming, I just want to finish my own game, the game of death-"

The black aperture set off the black skyscape, and the black shadow man slowly walked out of the black fog with the breath of death, dragging a bloody, still beating heart in his hand.

"Wuzhiqi, are you in a hurry?"

Wuzhi Qi snorted coldly and said with a smile: "Anxious, you seem to be more anxious than me, Ye Lansheng!"

Ye Lansheng also sneered: "I've been waiting for hundreds of years, how can I be in a hurry, but you, if you don't have the heart of this demon god, I'm afraid Chiyou will never be able to come back to life, so is it me who is anxious, or are you anxious?"

Wuzhi Qi put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, if there are still people in the realm who can make Wuzhi Qi fearful, in addition to the three sects, it is Ye Mingyue and Ye Lansheng, who have been living in seclusion, and Yun Qingfeng.

"Even if I'm in a hurry, hand over Lord Chiyou's demonic heart, Lord Chiyou will definitely abide by the agreement, and half of the three thousand prosperous worlds will belong to you!"

The black cloak blocked Ye Lansheng's appearance, and he couldn't see his expression, but there was obviously a hint of ridicule in his words: "Oh? can you be the master of Chiyou?"

Wu Zhiqi replied in a low voice, "Except for me, who else can be qualified to represent Lord Chiyou, so there is no need to talk nonsense, hand over Lord Chiyou's demon heart and cooperate with us." ”

Ye Lansheng sneered: "Hey, I want to too, but when I think of my sister who has just come out of the mountain, I suddenly don't want to hand it over to you, it really makes me so entangled, if I hand it over to you, it can affect half of the three thousand worlds, but my sister will definitely die very much, but if I don't give you the demon heart, my sister may not be able to pay attention to me, and in the end the gains outweigh the losses, hey, hey, hey, hey......."

Father Kua seemed to be very dissatisfied with Ye Lansheng's words, strode to Wuzhiqi's side, and said angrily: "Dead boy, don't be embarrassed, now that the seven of us are here, do you think you can leave alive if you don't hand over your demon heart?"

"Oh, are you threatening me? Ye Lansheng never accepts threats, although I may not be able to deal with you together, but it is still easy to destroy the demon heart before you make a move, so you better not threaten me!" The god of death finally returned to the face of the god of death, and with the breath of the god of death, it emitted a strong fluctuation, and the entire mountain shook with it.

(End of chapter)