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The old monk was constantly absorbing the breath of heaven and earth at this time, his cheeks were plump, his arms were restored, and his body was full of vitality like a newborn lotus, but he didn't expect Xu Chen's first knife to come so unrestrained!

At this time, he had returned to the realm strength of about 10% in his heyday. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he was once the incarnation of the Lotus Thirty-two who looked down on the common people, even if he only recovered one percent of his strength, it was not something that could be killed with such a knife.

The wizened ghost hands have become full, and their skin is fair and tender, like two pure white lotuses.

The white lotus bloomed, the petals bloomed, and the blade stopped between the petals, unable to make any further progress to the old monk's heart.

At this time, the aura of heaven and earth that broke through the rune array was still surging into the old monk's body, and he was still growing stronger, Xu Chen snorted, and slapped his left hand heavily on the end of the hilt.

His left hand at this time was like a heavy hammer, and the saber was further advanced towards the old monk's chest, and the tip of the blade began to ooze blood.

The old monk glanced at Xu Chen indifferently, and a terrifying spiritual power pierced his sea of knowledge.

With a pop, Xu Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Blood trickled down onto the hilt.

His left hand also fell on the hilt of the knife again, he endured the severe pain, and his left hand turned into a hammer again and hit the end of the hilt, and the blade went deeper into the old monk's chest by another inch!

The old monk screamed bitterly, and his hands holding the blade like white lotus suddenly trembled at high speed.

A substantial force surged up along the blade, and suddenly met with the sword that Xu Chen had poured into the blade.

Boom!

The dim demon hall was dusty, and the mountain of bones collapsed, and those broken bones and bone chips were like garbage, swept up by the wind and fluttered around, hitting the bluestone walls with a crackling sound.

Duanmu Rong and Ye Tong, who were in a coma, were also shocked to the corner of the wall by this powerful impact force.

The breath of heaven and earth, which had been seen again for decades, kept repairing the old monk's broken body, helping him restore his realm strength at a terrifying speed, and the first thing that became terrifying and powerful was his spiritual power.

These heaven and earth breaths were also absorbed by Xu Chen, and then transformed into the vitality in his body, and finally became a powerful power that he had never experienced before.

In the end, the comparison is still time, it depends on whether Xu Chen can become strong enough before the old monk recovers to be strong enough, and kill the other party completely.

Therefore, Xu Chen did not use the magic talisman in the bag, nor did he use the jade sword, because these methods required the breath of heaven and earth to reach a certain strength, and he also needed his own spiritual power to be completely undisturbed by the other party's spiritual power.

However, it is a pity that absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth is a means of the Demon Sect, and the old monk, as the former patriarch of the Demon Sect, is far above Xu Chen in terms of both the mastery and the realm of these means.

The gap between the realms of the two sides is too big, and time will no longer be fair, Xu Chen failed to stab the other party to death with one sword, and as time passed slowly and unstoppably, the situation became more and more unfavorable to him.

He clearly felt that his body was stronger than before, but the hand holding the hilt of the saber trembled weakly, and he was almost unable to grasp the hilt, because the force coming from the blade was almost superior to his own!

He looked up and saw the old monk's indifferent eyes.

The meeting of the two eyes did not have the same devastating effect as when the previous breath met on the blade, but was gentle and serene like a dew rolling down from a lotus leaf and falling into the lake with a ripple.

When the water waves, there is a new world.

The old monk's compassionate voice came from the night sky.

"This is my world. ”

Xu Chen looked at the hundreds of millions of stars inlaid on the night dome, silent, knowing that his sea of consciousness had finally been invaded again by the terrifying spiritual power of the old monk, and he finally understood that the place in front of the real cultivators in the world was definitely their world, and both strength and consciousness would be under their control.

The night dome shook suddenly, not cracking, but falling on the billions of stars set in it, which pierced the sky and smashed their long tails into the wasteland before him, and the earth groaned and trembled in pain, and the winter trees and frost grass were covered by splashes of dirt, or burned to ashes by the heat.

He knew what the picture meant.

The billions of stars that fell from the night dome were the spiritual power of the old monk. The moaning and painful wasteland and grass and trees are his sea of knowledge. When the wasteland and grass are turned into purgatory and scorched earth by the fallen stars, his sea of consciousness will be blasted away, and he will die or become an ignorant and ignorant waste.

Xu Chen stood on the wasteland, looking at the wildfire caused by the stars smashing into the ground in the distance, looking at the terrifying crater in the nearby wasteland, he didn't dust off the black mud on his body, and he didn't dodge, because he didn't know how to dodge.

At the risk of being condemned by God, he just inherited the mantle of his little uncle, and he saw that he could survive in death, but he fell into such a desperate situation and was about to die.

His mood was cold, and he even felt real despair, but in the depths of despair, there was still a strong reluctance and a strong desire to shatter all these stars.

As if some being in the dark sensed his strong unwillingness and longing, a faint shadow slowly spread over, over his head and covering his whole body.

He looked at the shadow in front of him and the deeper shadow of himself in the shadow, and Huo Ran turned around.

There was nothing in the wasteland behind him, only a statue, a black one.

The statue seemed to be a human being, but it also seemed to be some god, and because it had its back to the light, its face and body were immersed in deep shadows, and it was impossible to see clearly.

The stars in the night dome are still falling.

Billions of stars kept hitting the wasteland, and they became more and more dense, gradually annihilating Xu Chen's body.

And just after the black statue appeared, those falling stars, as if the moths that saw the flames were strongly attracted by the invisible power of no seed, swept towards the black statue one after another.

The stars that had previously made an astonishing sound slammed into the huge black statue, faintly like inconspicuous fireflies.

Billions of stars are a group of weak fireflies, constantly colliding, flashing a faint firelight.

The faint glow of the fire was absorbed by the black statue, which gradually warmed up, and then turned red all over, as if coated with a layer of blood.

It must be hot, right?

Xu Chen looked at the huge statue with a confused expression, thinking like this.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, and when he looked down, he saw wisps of green smoke coming from his belt, as if it was about to burn, and he didn't know what was going on inside.

Xu Chen returned to the real world.

Only then did he realize that the old monk had pushed the blade out of his chest a few inches, and the hard hilt had reached his waist, and he was holding something in his belt, and the thing seemed to be burning!

Xu Chen stared at the old monk's crystal warm but ruthless eyes, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and pushed forward violently!

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips like a waterfall.

He roared in pain, stepped his feet deep into the bluestone slab like nails, leaned forward and pressed the hard object on his waist against the hilt of the knife, pressing the weight of the whole person up, and the blade went one inch deeper!

The old monk looked at the blade that slowly went deep into his chest, and his eyes welled up with an incredible look.

When his spiritual power touched Xu Chen's body, it disappeared in an instant, as if it was a mud cow entering the sea, and the speed of this loss was extremely amazing, but in an instant, his sea of consciousness was half empty!

Absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth with magic skills, relying on the control of pure spiritual power, at this time, the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness gradually withered, and those rippling heaven and earth vitality in the demon hall naturally no longer entered his body, but drifted towards Xu Chen's body!

The old monk clearly felt the power of the blades between his hands suddenly increase.

He glared at Xu Chen, then glanced down at his waist.

There was a very slight grinding sound.

It's like a lake breeze gently blowing through lotus leaves.

The sharp blade cut off a few fingers, and the severed fingers slowly fell.

A pure white lotus flower with petals falling off.

Xu Chen snorted, and the saber in his hand stabbed forward violently, accompanied by the sword intent of Pei Ran Moyu, the snowy blade stabbed into the old monk's chest with a pop, directly through his heart.

No matter how powerful a cultivator is, if his heart is directly pierced, he should always die, right?

Xu Chen was still extremely vigilant, because the old monk's realm strength had surpassed all his combat experience, and he didn't know what kind of survivability the other party who had faintly crossed the five realms had.

So he didn't draw his knife out, but stared at the old monk's eyes close at hand, looked at the vitality in the deepest part of the old man's eyes, and turned his wrist hard, so that the cold blade directly shook the old monk's heart into pieces.

The old monk's body twitched suddenly, clutching his chest in pain, but he did not die immediately.

Xu Chen frowned, ready to draw his saber and directly cut off this person's head.

The old monk stared at Xu Chen's waist, and suddenly laughed maniacally, but his laughter was very weak, and finally turned into a crying voice, and he gasped and said: "So that's the case, is this the number of fates?" ”

At the moment before the arrival of death, this dying peerless powerhouse finally understood something from Xu Chen's body, and muttered, "Born to be a demon...... Death is also a demon...... I thought I could ...... in this life I jumped out of the Three Realms, but I didn't expect to know ...... of my life until I finally returned."

“...... Always in this mountain. ”

Xu Chen didn't care what the old monk was saying, he was not a literary young man, he didn't have the hobby of listening to the last words of a powerful enemy before he died, he just wanted to kill the other party completely and end this nightmare-like encounter.

However, when he wanted to draw his saber, he found that the old monk's body seemed to have turned into a quagmire at this time, and he actually stuck the sharp and smooth blade tightly in his chest.

Fortunately, there was no strong power on the blade, and his Zhihai did not suffer another spiritual attack.

Since you can't draw the knife, let's go deeper.

Xu Chen snorted, his hands were used again, and the saber in his hand directly penetrated the old monk's body, and the sword qi in his chest and abdomen spurted along the blade without hesitation.

Shocked by the sword intent, the old monk spat out blood.

Decades of being imprisoned here, only the bluestone cracks can be drunk, only the white backbone corpse can be eaten, although the old monk is a great realm who can open the valley, but he is still tortured in an inhuman form, probably because of the lack of water, the blood he spit out at this time is black, extremely viscous, just like the bottom oil of the stove pot that is used to fireworks.

The old monk slowly sat up straight, ignoring the sword intent that was destroying all the vitality in his viscera, looking at Xu Chen's face in front of him, his hands slowly spread out on his knees, and re-formed a lotus seal that shook the world.

He was cut by the blade before, and now there are only four fingers left in his hands, and the white bones between the severed fingers are oozing blood, which looks extremely terrifying, but as soon as the broken lotus mark appears, a clear aura suddenly envelops his body, and the gentle and compassionate meaning gradually spreads among the broken bones on the ground.

In the West, there is a lotus that falls into the world, and it has 32 petals, and the petals are different, each for the world.

Now there are only four petals left, and they belong to the same world, but they are calm because of it.

Since you can't jump out of the Three Realms, since you are only in this mountain, then why do you have to imagine countless worlds to transcend the Three Realms, why do you have to have the petals go away with the wind, and it is more beautiful to bloom in the mountains.