These tombstones, including the Black Mountain, are Yan Ying's natal objects.

At this time, when countless tombstones appeared in his perceptual world, and then a black mountain appeared, countless natal vitality spurted out of his sea of qi along his meridians.

A real Black Mountain, combined with the wasteland underground, truly stands up.

With a loud bang, the top of this black mountain headed towards the incomparably violent Sword River above.

Both the extinguishing starfire and the blazing sun true fire could cause damage to his natal energy, and at this moment, there was a sound of countless hot oil melting through the black mountain, and countless holes appeared on many of the already mutilated tombstones that were quickly corroded, and they continued to expand as if they were melting.

It's a real pain.

The black-robed young man suddenly screamed wildly, but the screams were not filled with fear, but with anger.

He screamed angrily, his hands kept waving, and the tombstones stubbornly slapped upwards with his mind, smashing towards those sword lights.

......

In the Yin Mountain, there is a simple grass house.

Yuan Wu, who was dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, sat in the open space in front of the grass house.

The clearing was between a raised cliff with a sea of clouds in front of it.

The sea of clouds in other mountains is generally dignified and beautiful, but the reason why Yin Mountain is called Yin Mountain is because the mountain is high and cold, and there is black meaning between the chaotic clouds.

At this time, there were thousands of mountains of haze and dust, and then countless black yin qi was constantly bursting out like burning in those thousand mountains, so the layers of clouds and mist in front of him were also the color of lead.

His face was calm, but the meridians in his body were writhing like countless moving earthworms, and some of the skin's textures were constantly shining with a crystal luster, and there was even a feeling that they were about to collapse at any time.

Although he was not in those thousand dust mountains, in fact, he was engaged in the most dangerous battle with another Eight Realms in the world, and as for the black-robed young man, for him, he was another old opponent, Yan Ying, who had caused him to suffer heavy injuries in the Lushan Alliance.

There are countless difficult choices in life, and the battle in his mind is even more difficult than the danger of the battle itself.

It's just that many times, some choices can't be exactly what he thinks, and just like that, he can clearly perceive the stability of the spark better than anyone else.

The lonely and indifferent spark always fell extremely smoothly, converging with the natal energy released by him, without any urging, but this kind of stability and no waves was the most powerful urging.

Yuan Wu shook his head lightly and sighed.

......

The old monk of Donghu holding the staff jumped slightly.

He glanced down at his body.

The violent sword river was still violently passing through the space above, but the purest part of the power in it had pierced through his vitality and pierced into his body.

This power is just a pure concussive force, like someone holding this staff in his hand, shaking desperately. After a moment of hesitation, the old monk of Donghu understood that this power came from another Eight Realms in the world, Yuan Wu.

He also figured out what kind of means the other party used to cause real harm to himself.

This kind of entanglement of natal vitality is completely like Yuan Wu holding his hand, and then Yuan Wu let his body vibrate crazily, and shake with his body.

This is a truly lose-lose means, but there is one point, Yuan Wu has been advancing to the Eight Realms longer than him, and has gone further on the path of the Eight Realms, so his Qi Sea and some important meridians are more stable than him.

The impact of this shock was aimed at his sea of qi.

It is undeniable that if such a means is used, Yuan Wu will definitely be hit hard, and even his cultivation will fall, and he will not be able to recover for a long time, but he will be completely destroyed in his cultivation and will die.

Therefore, the final effect of Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu's joint attack was that Yuan Wu was seriously injured and he died.

At this time, Donghu Seng's mind was extremely clear, and he knew that this was probably from Zheng Sleeve's mind.

Yuan Wu forced her to sacrifice her son, so she naturally asked Yuan Wu to pay the same price.

In this way, it can be fair to her and Yuan Wu.

Or that the relationship between her and Yuan Wu needs to be maintained in this way.

The face of the old monk of Donghu is bitter, he is the target of this joint attack, he has just entered the Eight Realms to spy on the wonderful world, but at this moment, the sea of qi is about to collapse, and his life is about to die, and he is naturally extremely unwilling in his heart.

However, at this moment, the thousand tombs screamed even more angrily.

He sensed the true killing intent, and sensed that there was the power to completely ignore his Thousand Tombs Mountain, and delicately passed through his thousand tombstones and fell into the body of the old monk Donghu.

With his scream, hundreds of tombstones in the air were swirled with black gas, falling like meteorites frantically, carrying black qi one after another, rushing into the sea of qi of the old monk.

These tombstones appear huge when they are in the air, but when they hit the sea of qi of the old monk, they are as big as small seals.

The old monk's crimson face suddenly turned black.

In his perception, the sea of qi through which he had countless chaotic forces was suddenly filled with countless black stones.

These black stones had caused the vitality of his internal organs to decay, but in this instant, the impact and friction of these black stones against each other had alleviated the destructive force of his qi sea itself.

With a pop, a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

The old monk's body seemed to have aged many years in an instant, and all the internal organs in his body had a real aging breath, but as the black air currents rushed out from his qi sea, his qi sea was finally preserved.

He survived.

Above the clearing where Yuanwu was located, there was a sudden heavy rain.

A few wrinkles appeared at the corners of Yuan Wu's eyes, but these wrinkles penetrated deep into the flesh and oozing blood.

His skin also oozed a lot of brilliant crystals, like stardust.

When the rain fell, a practitioner with a yellow paper umbrella walked up behind him and shielded him from the rain.

......

Changling, silent to the depths of the terrible palace, Zheng sleeves stood with his hands down.

Scattered sparks fell from the space in front of her like countless sparkling gems, through her mysterious, myriad of light-refracted patios.

Her hands were shaking, and her fingertips were dripping blood.

There were countless fine cracks on the skin of her white jade-like hands and arms.

"You are truly a widow. ”

"Because my heart aches, but from the time you started to fight for the world, you never felt heartache for anyone. ”

She slowly raised her head and said these two words in her heart.

She couldn't see exactly all the battles, but she could be sure where Yuanwu's power had gone.

She was sure that even if the Donghu monk didn't die, the cultivation of the Donghu monk would almost be abolished.