The Sword Dynasty

These tombstones, including that black mountain, are Yan Ying's natal objects.

At this time, when countless tombstones appeared in his world of perception, and then a black mountain appeared, there were countless natal vitalities in his Qihai sea flowing out along his meridians.

A true black mountain, combined with the barren soil below the ground, stood up truly.

With a loud bang, the top of this black mountain was facing the violent sword river above.

Both the extinct sparks and the blazing real fire can cause damage to his life and vitality. At this moment, there were countless sounds of hot oil being melted through on Montenegro, and numerous holes on the tombstones were quickly corroded. And it continues to expand like melting.

This is a real pain.

The black robe screamed madly, but the scream was full of fear but not anger.

He screamed angrily, his hands were constantly waving, and the tombstones followed his heart, stubbornly slamming up and smashing them towards the sword lights.

...

In the Yinshan, there is a simple grass cottage.

Yuan Wu, dressed in ordinary cloth, sat on an open field in front of Cao Lu.

This open space is between a provocative cliff, and in front is the sea of ​​clouds.

The sea of ​​clouds in Bieshan is generally dignified and beautiful, but the reason why Yinshan is called Yinshan is because the mountain is high and cold, and the clouds are dancing in the dark.

At that time, there were thousands of haze and dust mountains, and countless black yin qi was burning out in those thousands of mountains continuously, so the layers of clouds and fog in front of him were all like lead.

His face was calm, but the meridians in his body skin were twisting like countless moving earthworms, and the crystal texture of some skins was constantly shining with crystal luster, and even had a feeling of cracking at any time.

Although he was not in the thousand dust mountains, in fact he was in the most dangerous battle with another eight realms in the world. As for the boy in black robe, he was another old opponent, Lushan. Yan Ying, who was hit hard by the League of Nations.

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

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

The cold and indifferent sparks always fell extremely smoothly, converging with the vital energy released by him, without any urging, but this stability and no waves, but it was the most powerful urging.

Yuan Wu shook his head gently and sighed.

...

The old Hu monk with iron staff raised his brow slightly.

He glanced down at his body.

The violent sword river is still violently walking through the space above, but the purest part of it is that it penetrated into his vitality and penetrated his body.

This power is just a pure shock, like someone shaking the wand in his hand.After a moment of hesitation, the Donghu old monk realized that this power came from another eight realm in the world, Yuan Wu.

He also wanted to understand how the other party used the means to cause real harm to himself.

This intertwining of life and vitality is exactly like Yuan Wu holding his hand, and then Yuan Wu let his body shake madly, and shake his body together.

This is a true way of losing both sides, but one thing is that Yuan Wu took longer to advance into the Eight Realms and went further on the road of the Eight Realms, so his qi sea and some important meridians are more important than He is more stable.

This shocking impact is aimed at his qi sea.

It is undeniable that with such a method, Yuan Wu will be severely hit, and even the cultivation will fall, and he will not be able to recover for a long time, but he will be destroyed and will die.

Therefore, Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu's joint attack finally wanted Yuan Wu to be seriously injured, and he died.

At this time, the East Hu monk's mind was extremely clear, and he knew that it was probably from Zheng Xiu's intentions.

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

This will be fair to her and Yuan Wu.

In other words, her relationship with Yuan Wu needs this to continue.

The old monk of Donghu has a miserable face. He is the target of this joint strike. He has just entered the eight realms to spy on that wonderful world, but at this moment he is about to collapse, and his life is about to die. Naturally, he is extremely unwilling.

However, at this moment, Qian Tomb screamed more angrily.

He sensed what the real killing intention meant, and felt the power to completely ignore his thousand tomb mountain, and delicately passed through his thousand tombstones and fell into the body of Donghu old monk.

As he screamed, hundreds of tombstones in the sky surrounded the black gas, falling like a meteorite, and rushed into the sea of ​​old monks with a channel of black gas.

These tombstones appear huge in the air, but when they hit the old monk's qi sea, they are like small seals.

The crimson face of the old monk was suddenly dark.

In his perception, he had countless disturbance forces constantly passing through the sea of ​​air, and was suddenly filled with countless black stones.

These black stones caused the vitality of the internal organs of his body to decline, but at this moment, these black stones suffered from the impact and friction of the impact, but eased the destructive power of his Qihai itself.

With a puff, a spit of black blood spewed out of his mouth.

The old monk's body seemed to be many years old in a flash, and all the internal organs of the body had a real aging breath, but as the black air flow rushed out of his qi sea, his qi sea was finally kept. .

He survived after all.

Suddenly a heavy rain fell above the open space where Yuanwu was located.

Several wrinkles appeared in the corners of Yuan Wu's eyes, but these wrinkles went deep into the flesh and bleed.

Many brilliant crystal lights also ooze out of his skin, like stardust.

When the heavy rain fell, a practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella came behind him and blocked the rain for him.

...

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

Scattered sparks, like countless gleaming jewels, fell from the space in front of her, passing through her cryptic mystery, where countless light refracted.

Her hands were trembling, her fingertips were bleeding.

There are countless fine cracks in her white jade hands and arm skin.

"You are truly a widow."

"Because I will feel heartache, but since you started fighting for the world, you will never feel heartache for anyone."

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

She can't see all the pictures of the battle exactly, but she can surely perceive where the power of Yuan Wu finally went.

She can be sure that even if the East Hu monk does not die, the practice of the East Hu monk is almost abolished.