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

At this time, when countless tombstones appeared in his perception world, and then a black mountain appeared, countless natal energy gushed out along his meridians in his sea of ​​energy.

A real Montenegro, combined with the wasteland underground, stood up truly.

With a loud bang, the top of the Black Mountain faced the extremely violent sword river above.

The silent spark and the blazing sun fire can both cause damage to his natal energy. At this moment, countless sounds of hot oil being melted through were emitted from the Black Mountain. Many of the already broken tombstones quickly appeared like corroded, and it continued to expand like melting.

This is a real pain.

The boy in black robe suddenly screamed wildly, but the screams were filled with fear, but anger.

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

...

In Yinshan, there is a simple thatched cottage.

Yuan Wu, wearing ordinary clothes, sat in the open space in front of the thatched cottage.

This open space is located between a raised cliff, and the sea of ​​clouds is ahead.

The sea of ​​clouds in the other mountains is as dignified and beautiful as the sea of ​​clouds. However, the reason why Yinshan is called Yinshan is because the mountains are high and cold, and the clouds are full of black meaning.

At this time, there were thousands of haze dust mountains, and countless black yin energy burst out like burning in the thousands of mountains, so the layers of clouds in front of him were also like lead.

His face was very calm, but the meridians in his body's skin were twisting like countless moving earthworms. Some skin textures kept radiating crystal luster, and even felt like they were about to crack at any time.

Although he had not been in the Thousand Monster 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. Yan Ying, who suffered severely in the Lushan Alliance.

There are countless difficult choices in life. Compared to the danger of the battle itself at this time, the battle in his mind is even more difficult.

But many times, some choices cannot be exactly what they think. At this moment, he can clearly perceive the stability of the spark than anyone else.

The cold and indifferent sparks always fell steadily, and the gathering of the natal energy he released had no intention of urging. However, this stability and no turbulence were the most powerful urging.

Yuan Wu shook his head gently and sighed.

...

The old monk Donghu holding the staff jumped slightly with his iron eyebrows.

He looked down at his body.

The violent sword river was still marching violently in the space above, but the most pure part of the power penetrated into his vitality and pierced into his body.

This power is just a pure shock force, just like someone holding the staff in his hand, shaking desperately. After a moment of hesitation, the old monk Donghu understood that this power came from another eight realm in the world, Yuanwu.

He also figured out how the other party used to cause real harm to himself.

The intertwining of this natal energy is like Yuan Wu holding his hand, and then Yuan Wu makes his body shake wildly, and he will shake with his body.

This is a real way to lose both sides, but one thing is that Yuanwu has been advancing to the Eighth Realm longer than him and has gone further on the road to the Eighth Realm, so his Qihai and some important meridians are more stable than him.

This shocking impact force is directed at his Qihai.

It is undeniable that using such means, Yuan Wu will definitely suffer a severe blow, and even his cultivation will decline. He will not be able to recover for a long time, but his cultivation will be destroyed and he will die.

Therefore, the final effect that Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu wanted to achieve was that Yuan Wu was seriously injured and he died.

At this time, the Donghu monk's mind was particularly clear. He knew that this might be from Zheng Xiu's intention.

Yuanwu forced her to sacrifice her son at the price, so she naturally had to pay the same price.

This will be fair to her and Yuanwu.

Or in other words, her relationship with Yuanwu needs to be maintained in this way.

The face of the old monk Donghu was bitter. He was the target of this joint attack. He had just entered the eighth realm and peeked at the wonderful world, but at this moment, the sea of ​​energy was about to collapse and his life was about to disappear. Naturally, he felt extremely unwilling in his heart.

However, at this moment, Qianmeng screamed even more angrily.

He sensed the true murderous intent, felt that he had the power to completely ignore his Thousand Tomb Mountain, and exquisitely passed through his Thousand Tombstones and fell into the body of the old monk Donghu.

With his screams, hundreds of tombstones in the air were surrounded by black air, falling like a meteorite, and rushed into the old monk's sea of ​​energy with black air.

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

The old monk's red face suddenly turned dark.

In his perception, he had countless disordered forces running through the sea of ​​Qi, and was suddenly filled with countless black stones.

These black stones caused the vitality of his internal organs to decline, but in this moment, these black stones were impacted and rubbed by impacts, which relieved the destruction of his Qihai itself.

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

The old monk's body seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, and the internal organs in his body all showed a truly aging breath. However, as the black airflow rushed out from his air sea, his air sea was finally saved.

He survived eventually.

It suddenly rained heavily above the open space where Yuanwu was.

Several wrinkles appeared in the corner of Yuan Wu's eyes, but these wrinkles penetrated deep into the flesh and oozed blood.

A lot of dazzling crystal light also oozed out of his skin, like stardust.

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

...

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

The scattered sparks fell from the space in front of her like countless crystal clear gems, passing through her mysterious and indescribable patio, refracted by countless lights.

Her hands were trembling and her fingertips kept bleeding.

There are countless fine cracks on her white hands and arms.

"You are indeed a real person."

"Because I will feel heartbroken, but from the moment you start fighting for the world, you will never feel heartbroken for anyone."

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

She could not see all the battle scenes exactly, but she could sense certainly where Yuanwu's power eventually went.
Chapter completed!