Zhou Jiusheng was willing to lose face, but Ye Chuxiao did not fight an uncertain battle.

Alongside the Talisman Formation, Ye Chuxiao, who had already been called the "Master", tampered with the formation outside the Yanyan Tower in advance, changing the external sweep into an internal collapse.

In essence, it is still a plunder of the energy of heaven and earth, and even the effect in a short period of time is even better.

But its side effects have now become the biggest obstacle for Zhou Jiusheng to escape.

The energy of heaven and earth rolled in violently, making Zhou Jiusheng's steps become jerky. When Ye Chuxiao chased him out, he could barely fly more than ten meters away, but he did not reach the point where he could leap thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

The escape effect.

As for those various so-called back-up tools, it’s not that Zhou Jiusheng doesn’t have them, it’s that they are useless.

When Ye Chuxiao's knife struck again from a distance of more than ten meters, Zhou Jiusheng had to raise his sword to fight, otherwise he would be disemboweled by Ye Chuxiao in just a moment.

The tyranny above the realm is extremely cruel to those below the realm.

If you don't grasp it, you will be separated from the world.

Knives and swords collided fiercely with the thunder and wind.

Finally, the woman came closer.

Zhou Jiusheng, who had reached the end of his rope, immediately agreed: "As long as Pluto can save me, I am willing to serve Pluto as my master forever. If I betray you, I will be punished by heaven and earth."

In the aurora, Wuxin, the swordsman who had shined for a certain era hundreds of years ago, also swung his sword at Zhou Jiusheng across time and space.

Through his special connection with Duanmu Lin, Ye Chuxiao can borrow her perspective to see another picture.

Those powerful medicinal powers could only be regarded as slight supplements when he was strong.

The sword light struck, and Ye Chuxiao held the sword in both hands, motionless as a mountain.

"Who are you?" Zhou Jiusheng asked the woman.

The next moment, the spiritual liquid covering the internal organs began to boil.

Just as Duan Mulin said, Zhou Jiusheng's breath became completely chaotic in an instant, and his internal organs felt as if they were being chopped and stirred by knives and axes, and the pain was excruciating.

The ice lotus blooms, driving the dreamy aurora.

Zhou Jiusheng was about to speak sarcastically.

From a practical point of view, Zhou Jiusheng, the sword god, has caused more damage to the world than three thousand evil cultivators.

He had been sitting there for ten years just to get that chance, but now he still fell short.

At this time, it is best to deal with it first and mobilize more available power.

Zhou Jiusheng has lost his sense of proportion.

Even if it is just a false thread, he is not willing to give up.

The dead energy lingering on the earth was absorbed by her, and the tough seeds seemed to finally break out of the soil and sprout.

Then, the time reached two-thirds of the way through the hourglass.

Zhou Jiusheng continued to sneer, and then gathered strength, searching for Duanmulin's flaws with his eyes like a torch.

He folded his hands and wanted to admit his mistake to Duanmulin and ask for help, but the severe pain even overwhelmed his reason and stirred up his emotions.

Zhou Jiusheng was very confident about this sword.

"Please Hades save me!"

Every word she said at this time was carefully planned by Ye Chuxiao and him in advance.

However, Ye Chuxiao's sword was no longer a sword of wisdom, but a sword that truly entered the realm of artistic conception. The power of strong personal will continued to grow from the remaining edge of the sword, as if

It was like a parasitic life, repeatedly consuming Zhou Jiusheng's vitality and vitality.

In a trance, there is a mountain peak standing out in the clouds. The shore is majestic and unmovable, even though the wind and thunder are unmovable, everything will not change.

In the Huangdou Realm, not even the living can live forever, let alone the dead?

Therefore, he could clearly feel the 'reality' of that sword, it was definitely not some trick like illusion.

Of course she cannot give orders to all sentient beings.

This is the last flashback. The body instinctively supplies all functions and final vitality to the brain, allowing the brain to make the final judgment.

No matter how realistic the painting is, it is still fake.

Zhou Jiusheng laughed again: "Okay! What an arrogant mouth. Then I will wait for you for a third of the time to see if what you said is true."

Practicing in a world where the way of heaven is incomplete, all monks are gamblers who have stepped onto the gambling table.

If we say that from the realm of wisdom to the realm of artistic conception, it is a transformation of the will that is more thorough, more self-willed, more willful, and from the inside out.

Of course she is Duanmulin.

"Did she find me?" Zhou Jiusheng was not upset. Instead, he instantly changed his posture, half of his body flew out of the sand, and then fired the sharp sword energy from his mouth at the woman.

There may be a great cycle of reincarnation in the universe.

When he wanted to risk his life again and pulled Ye Chuxiao to support him, he no longer had the ability.

After flying out of this special spiritual cave that had been prepared in advance, the world outside was filled with dry, dead wind and sand.

He no longer thought about 'eating' the other person in one bite, but thought about raising her up and tasting her little by little, knowing that she was as dry as the earth, completely devoid of nutrients.

At the same time, weak sweat continued to appear from the top of the head and back, gradually taking on a trace of blood.

For Zhou Jiusheng, the facial features and body shape of any external object are no longer surprising.

But Zhou Jiusheng was already about to die. When she stood in front of Duanmulin, she could see at a glance how Zhou Jiusheng would die without more external interference.

His sword, once sharp for an era, also failed to break the shackles of death.

But the woman's move really shocked Zhou Jiusheng.

The dead people merge into the aurora and are more like being imprinted into a painting.

But now, under the threat of death, he has lowered his bottom line.

"I don't want to die!" Zhou Jiusheng lay on the ground and begged Duanmulin loudly for mercy.

Zhou Jiusheng gritted his teeth and made a crunching sound.

"After another third of the mark, you will feel that your internal organs are on fire and your energy and blood are drained out like smoke. It is irreversible." Duanmulin continued to hand down the verdict.

But after the Broken Swallow Tower was erected, the place gradually dried up.

The light of the knife flashed, mixing the skylight and cloud shadows, as if the entire sky was reflected and cut, forming a second sky.

Maybe you can soar into the sky after jumping out, or maybe you fall directly off the cliff and are shattered into pieces.

In a trance, Zhou Jiusheng seemed to see, in the flying yellow sand, a woman with silver hair and wearing a green and blue robe, walking gracefully on the lotus.

He had the capital to give it a try, but it was gradually exhausted by Ye Chuxiao's deliberate indulgence and relaxation.

The woman stood ten meters away from Zhou Jiusheng, looking at where he was crawling and hiding. Looking over, Zhou Jiusheng felt a sense of shame that had penetrated his soul for a moment.

Zhou Jiusheng has not yet stopped coveting Duanmulin.

Zhou Jiusheng stepped into the clouds, and what exploded under his feet was unparalleled sharpness.

Duanmulin said: "No! You only have this quarter of an hour left to live. In a short while...about one-third of the mark, the five qi will be chaotic, and the internal organs will be like a knife and an axe."

After the violent collision, Zhou Jiusheng's figure had disappeared before Ye Chuxiao's eyes.

Everything he has seen and tasted has turned into meaningless smoke.

This is also the basis for his dealings with Duanmulin.

Revealing your true nature may appear more sincere.

Just as Duanmulin said, his internal organs began to burn like fire, and the already depleted energy and blood began to further dissipate.

At the same time, Zhou Jiusheng was also in this fight, consuming his remaining vitality.

Despite this, Ye Chuxiao did not show any disappointment. Instead, he slowly turned back to the Yanyan Tower and changed his perspective.

The excuse for delaying time was given to Zhou Jiusheng. How could Zhou Jiusheng not accept it?

He has not yet completely processed and digested the huge amount of elixir juice.

Having lost the spiritual sword that accompanied him day and night, and also lost half of his body, Zhou Jiusheng, who was only wearing his lower body and upper body, had reached the end of his life.

Even though he is on the verge of running out of gas, he is still the sword god, intimidating monks from all over the world for many years.

"In this world, the living will not live long, but the dead will live forever. If you are willing to follow me, then enter my underworld and serve me as your master." Duanmulin said.

The collision of swords is no longer just a simple sound of impact.

She is indeed more beautiful than Zhou Jiusheng thought.

In some specific worlds, there are underworlds and ghost realms because of special rules, but this has nothing to do with the Wild Dou Realm.

The fine sand was flowing, and soon a third of the way was passed.

He still ignored the essential deficiencies of his body, and he had long since reached the point where he was unable to replenish his body.

The hourglass was placed on the ground, and the silver-white sand quickly slid from one bucket to the other.
To be continued...