The Sword Dynasty - 627. Chapter 626

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

At this time, when countless tombstones appeared in the world of his perception, and then a black mountain appeared, countless natal vitality in his sea of qi spewed out along his meridians.

A real black mountain, combined with the wasteland under the ground, stood up truly.

With a loud bang, the top of this black mountain moved towards the extremely violent Jian River above.

Both the extinguished spark and the blazing sun can cause damage to his vital energy. At this moment, there are countless sounds of hot oil being melted through on the Black Mountain. Many tombstones that have been incomplete are rapidly corroded and appear countless holes. And it keeps expanding like melting.

This is a real pain.

The black-robed boy suddenly screamed frantically, but the scream was not full of fear, but anger.

He screamed angrily, waving his hands constantly, and the tombstones stubbornly slapped up with his mind, smashing towards the sword lights.

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In Yinshan, there is a simple cottage.

Yuan Wu, wearing an ordinary commoner, was sitting in the open space in front of the Caolu.

This open space is between a provoked cliff, and there is a sea of clouds in front of it.

The sea of clouds in other mountains is generally dignified and beautiful, but Yinshan is called Yinshan because it is high and cold, and the clouds are full of black meaning.

At this time, there are thousands of haze and dusty mountains, and there are countless black clouds that are burning in those thousands of mountains.

His face is very calm, but the meridians in his body’s skin are like countless moving earthworms twisting, and some skin textures continue to glow with crystals, and there is even a feeling of breaking apart at any time.

Although he is not in those thousand dusty mountains, in fact he is fighting the most dangerous battle with another eight realms in the world. As for the black-robed boy, he is another old opponent, Lushan. Yan Ying, who was hit hard at the meeting.

There are countless difficult choices in life, and the struggle in his mind is even more difficult than the fierceness of the battle at this time.

It’s just that in many cases, some choices can’t be completely according to what he thinks. At this time, he can clearly perceive the stability of the spark than anyone else.

The cold and indifferent spark has always fallen extremely smoothly, converging with the vital energy he released, without any urging, but this kind of stability and no waves is the most powerful urging.

Yuan Wu shook his head gently and sighed.

…

The old monk Donghu, who was holding the staff, twitched his eyebrows slightly.

He looked down at his body.

The violent sword river was still violently walking through the space above, but the purest part of the power had penetrated his vitality abruptly and pierced his body.

This power is just a pure shock force, 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 realms in the world, Yuan Wu.

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

This kind of entanglement of natal vitality is exactly like Yuan Wu holding his hand, and then Yuan Wu makes his body vibrate wildly, and shakes his body together.

This is a real method that hurts both sides, but there is one thing that Yuan Wu takes longer to advance to the eight realms and goes further on the road to the eight realms, so his sea of qi and some important meridians are compared to He is more stable.

This shocking force is aimed at his sea of anger.

There is no denying that using such a method, Yuan Wu will definitely suffer severe damage, and even his cultivation base will fall. He will not be able to recover for a long time, but his cultivation base will be useless, and he will die.

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

At this time, Dong Hu Seng’s mind was exceptionally clear, he knew that this was probably from Zheng Xiu’s mind.

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

This will be fair to her and Yuan Wu.

In other words, the relationship between her and Yuan Wu 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 eight realms to see the wonderful world. At this moment, he was about to collapse and his life was about to die. Naturally, he was extremely unwilling.

However, at this time, Qian Mu screamed even more angrily.

He perceives what the real killing intent means, perceives the power to completely ignore his thousand tomb mountain, and delicately pass through his thousand tombstones and fall into the body of the old monk Donghu.

With his screaming, hundreds of tombstones in the air were surrounded by black energy, falling like a meteorite crazily, rushing into the old monk’s sea of air with black energy.

These tombstones look huge when in the air, but when they hit the old monk’s sea of anger, they are as small as small seals.

The old monk’s red face was suddenly dark.

In his perception, he was suddenly filled with countless black stones in the sea of air where countless turbulent forces were constantly traveling through.

These black stones caused the vitality of his internal organs to decline, but at this instant, the mutual impact and friction of these black stones suffered from the impact, but they alleviated the destructive power of his Qi Sea itself.

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

The old monk’s body seemed to be very old for an instant, and the internal organs in his body had a real aging breath, but as the black air currents rushed out of his sea of air, his sea of air was finally retained. .

He survived after all.

A heavy rain suddenly fell above the open space where Yuan Wu was.

Several wrinkles appeared at the corner of Yuan Wu’s eyes, but these wrinkles penetrated deep into the flesh, bleeding.

There was also a lot of bright crystal light oozing 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.

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The long mausoleum was silent to the depths of the terrible palace, and Zheng stood with his arms down.

Scattered sparks fell like countless shining gems from the space in front of her, passing through her mysterious and indescribable patio where countless rays of light refracted.

Her hands were trembling constantly, and her fingertips kept dripping blood.

There are countless fine cracks on the skin of her white jade-like hands and arms.

“You are indeed a real widow.”

“Because I will feel heartache, but since you started fighting for the world, you have never felt heartache for anyone.”

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

She couldn’t see all the battle scenes exactly, but she could definitely perceive where Yuan Wu’s power finally went.

She was certain that even if the Donghu monk did not die, the Donghu monk’s cultivation level was almost abolished.