The mockery came from confidence, from the situation at this time, and Jingliuli had determined that the most powerful emperor was weakened to an unprecedented degree.

This weakness lies not only in the fall of cultivation, but also in the mind.

Yuan Wu's state of mind has been torn apart by all kinds of negative emotions, and now he is not only like a gambler who has completely lost his eyes, coupled with drug addiction, he is more like a bad gambler and an addict, just like the previous extreme trust in Zhao Gao, so that Zhao Gao easily controlled the supreme power of Changling, and easily deprived Changling of everything from Yuan Wu's hands, and completed the transfer of Bashan Sword Field.

The current Yuan Wu, in the eyes of Jing Liuli, is no different from those doomed emperors of Chu Qi - crazy and idiotic, and has lost his mind.

The true element of the pure glass is very pure and powerful.

Yuan Wu has been entangled with his injuries these days, and he has been entangled with Zheng Sleeve's "ghost", and he has not felt this surging True Yuan in his body for a long time.

He almost had to speak freely.

However, at this moment, he couldn't see the fear in Jing Liuli's eyes, but saw a thick mockery and disdain that couldn't be concealed.

In his own opinion, as long as Jing Liuli appeared in front of him and appeared in this hall, then he was a bloodthirsty beast, and Jing Liuli was just a sheep torn by bloody minions.

However, the sheep now are looking at the giant beast with such eyes.

Even if he lost his mind, he instantly felt a sense of foreboding, and his eyes welled up with shock and incomprehension.

Feeling more and more true yuan nourishing the meridians in his body like dry earth, and feeling his physical condition getting better and better, just like a dead old tree finally getting nectar and beginning to form vitality, the feeling of astonishment in his heart became even stronger.

The Golden Man Array, which only belongs to him and can even be resisted by the power of the Eight Realms, coupled with the fact that the opponent's true yuan is being drawn by himself at a terrifying speed, his own strength is becoming stronger sharply, and the opponent's strength is weakening sharply, where is there any possibility of turning the tables?

"In fact, without Zheng Sleeve, you are really nothing, just like back then, without Zheng Sleeve, it would be completely impossible for you to die in the Bashan Sword Field. There was a clicking sound in Jing Liuli's body, because Zhen Yuan gushed out too violently, her body was even a little stiffer, and the bones in her body were all due to the uncontrollable pressure, but looking at Yuan Wu opposite her, a more sarcastic sneer appeared on her face that began to become pale, "You probably forgot how I killed Li Xiang." ”

At this moment, Yuan Wu was stunned.

He subconsciously thought about this question seriously and quickly.

That's not really a problem.

Because the death of Li Si, one of the two phases of Great Qin, has no secrets, Jing Liuli drew up the breath that Zheng Sleeve hid in Li Si's sea of qi, and that breath was originally a signal for help.

So Zheng Sleeve's strength fell under the inspiration of this signal.

She didn't expect that it was Jing Liuli who sent this signal, and the target of her Starfire Sword was Li Si.

When Yuan Wu thought of these things, his mind suddenly cleared up, like a starlight passing by.

His body shook and stiffened.

"You underestimate our Minshan Sword Sect too much, and underestimate my talent too much. In this world, Zheng Sleeve of the Bashan Sword Field is not the only one who is capturing the vitality of the vast starry sky, but also our Minshan Sword Sect. ”

Jing Liuli's proud sneer had already given the answer, and her laughter kept echoing in this hall, falling on Yuan Wu's ears, as if there were countless ghosts in various dark corners, constantly repeating: "Since I can condense the star vitality that is exactly the same as her and remains in Li Siqi's sea, why do you think I can't condense the poison she poured into you at the end?"

The poison she was talking about was certainly not really poison.

But Yuan Wu knew better than anyone what she meant by this.

That was the Xingchen Yuan Qi that Zheng Sleeve had quietly hidden in the Spirit Lotus when he used the Spirit Spring of Changling to cultivate the Spirit Lotus.

In these days, those sparks that tormented him day and night like maggots on tarsal bones were the last and most vicious gifts that Zheng Sleeve left to him before leaving this world.

There was a loud "boom".

A powerful force surged in Yuan Wu's body, and the power in his body sensed extreme danger, instantly cutting off the connection between Jing Liuli's True Yuan and his body.

The True Yuan in his body recoiled strongly, shaking Jing Liuli's body backwards and flying out.

Under this terrifying break, blood spurted wildly from the mouth and nose of the pure glass that flew backwards like a butterfly with broken wings, but she looked at Yuan Wu's gaze, but it became extremely indifferent, and even the sense of ridicule had disappeared.

"Is it still too late?"

She said this in her heart.

Yuan Wu roared and roared.

The entire dormitory shook violently in his roar and roar, and the surging vitality seemed to lift the roof of the palace into the air.

Yuan Wu's face was like a lot of golden sand embedded in it, and the skin began to shine with dots of light.

The True Yuan in his body began to burn.

Those sparks that represented Zheng Sleeve's will, those sparkles that seemed to be beginning to disappear, were everywhere in his true yuan, burning brightly.

Murderous intent and madness surged in this dormitory.

However, Yuan Wu couldn't kill Jing Liuli at this time.

The true yuan in his body has completely lost control, no longer like his true yuan, and no longer like the true yuan of pure glass, but seems to have completely become the true yuan of Zheng Sleeve.

Every drop in his body, every trace of True Yuan was now a destruction for his body.

The meridians in his body were burning, drying, and turning to ashes.

"Puff puff...."

In his frantic roars and screams, there were many faint sounds on his body, as if someone had secretly farted.

The True Yuan in his body was constantly released from all the points where he could pour out the True Yuan.

He's doing it with his own hands.

He was forcing out all the true elements in his body, because at this time, even the intuition of his body was constantly screaming and reminding him that only in this way would his body not be burned to ashes.

The former powerful True Yuan was only turned into pieces of flying ashes in the catharsis of disorder.

Jingliuli retreated to the corner.

In the space in front of her and Yuan Wu, hundreds of fires without heat appeared, and there seemed to be many burnt paper flowers flying in the fire, and more sparks were constantly generated.

The golden light and black qi in this temple are disappearing.

Except for the part that was burned and disappeared by these sparks, it was more because Yuan Wu was no longer able to control the magic circle here.

It is true that only Yuan Wu can control the magic circle here, but now he has lost his true yuan and lost the power to control the magic circle.

Is there any use for a cultivator who has lost his true element?

Joruri breathed slowly, and then she felt proud.