"Ho ho ho!"
Su Zimo hunched over and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know how much pain he was suffering, and a hoarse roar came from deep in his throat.
The real fire was blazing, and his body was twitching. His flesh and blood had been burned black, and there was a crackling sound, which was too horrible to watch.
In the firelight, Su Zimo's face was looming, his facial features had been twisted together in pain, and he was beyond recognition, looking a bit ferocious.
Ji Yaoji felt distressed for a while, and her eyes gradually became misty.
"Ahem!"
Ji Yaojing's internal injuries broke out, and she coughed up two more mouthfuls of black blood, which was mixed with some broken internal organs, which was shocking.
"Unexpectedly, he died here."
Ji Yaojing's eyes dimmed, and she was as angry as a gossamer.
After enduring the full blow of the sealer, her internal organs were in dilapidated state and her life was passing rapidly. Unless she had extraordinary means, she would definitely die.
But in this ancient battlefield, the one with the highest cultivation level is Jindan Zhenren, so no one can save her.
"how come?"
At this moment, a soft cry came from not far away, full of disbelief.
This is the voice of the sealer of the Phantom Demon Cult.
Subconsciously, Ji Yaojing followed the gaze of the old man from the Huanmo Sect and looked at Su Zimo again.
At this time, the real fire in Su Zimo's body was actually much smaller than at first, and it had a tendency to gradually extinguish!
Ji Yaoji Tan's mouth opened slightly, a look of astonishment flashed across her eyes.
Although Su Zimo was almost burned to black coals with billowing smoke, the flames on his body were indeed weakening.
In other words, it is transferring!
The hot flames tilted slightly, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, and surged towards Su Zimo's right hand, completely submerging into the blood-red bone palm!
Except for Su Zimo himself, no one knew, and no one could explain, what happened to him.
Originally, he was injured too seriously and had exceeded the limit of his body's self-healing. The wound could not heal and was bleeding all the time.
Without this true fire, he would bleed to death.
But it was precisely because of the scorching heat of the real fire that it scorched the flesh and blood around these two wounds, temporarily stopping the bleeding and thus hanging his life!
At the same time, the blood-colored bone palm seemed to have undergone a slight change under the burning of the real fire.
It was as if a seal had been unlocked, and some kind of power was quietly awakened, swallowing up the real fire in Su Zimo's body with big mouthfuls, unscrupulously!
Before the real fire could threaten Su Zimo, most of it had already been swallowed up by the bloody bone palm!
It can be said that due to a strange combination of circumstances, this true fire temporarily saved Su Zimo's life.
A terrifying aura gradually grew, lingering between the bloody bones and palms.
…
Tart, tart, tart!
There was a sound of footsteps in my ears, and the killing intent surged, almost suffocating!
Ji Yaoji was shocked.
The old monk of Wuxiang Temple has been swallowed by the space crack behind him, and only one sealer of the Phantom Sect is left!
The flames on Su Zimo's body have not subsided. With his eyes closed, he stood there like a stick of coke with weak breath.
Ji Yaojiang gritted her teeth and supported her body with trembling arms. After several failures, she reluctantly stood up and staggered in front of Su Zimo.
A simple action, but it exhausted the last of her strength.
Ji Yaoji's body was swaying and she could not stand firmly. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow her down.
But she raised her head and looked at the murderous sealer of the Phantom Demon Sect walking towards him, her eyes were firmer than ever before!
She knew that her injuries were beyond repair, but Su Zimo might not.
The Palace of the Human Emperor!
That might be Su Zimo's only chance!
Many signs have shown that Su Zimo is the descendant of the Human Emperor Palace in this generation. As long as he can enter the Human Emperor Palace, he may be able to survive.
Of course, that's just maybe.
No one knows what exactly is in the Human Emperor's Palace.
The footsteps disappeared.
The old man from the Huanmo Cult came to Ji Yaojing and paused, his expression indifferent.
"If you protect him like this, this little beast won't be your cauldron, right?" the sealer of the Phantom Demon Sect asked slowly, looking at Ji Yaojing's eyes with a hint of ridicule and ridicule.
"So what?"
Ji Yaojing's face became darker and darker, her brows were lifeless, and there was very little life in her body.
If it weren't for her willpower, she would have fallen long ago.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The old man from the Huanmo Cult seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
The sealers of Bawang Palace and Yunyu Sect also frowned and looked at Ji Yaoji in disbelief.
"Stupid, so stupid!"
After laughing enough, the old man from the Huanmo Sect shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that the plain girl of the Demon Sect in this life would actually be a seed of infatuation. It's really ridiculous to choose a cultivator as the cauldron."
Fairy Ji pursed her lips and her eyelids became heavy.
She could no longer hear clearly what the old man from the Huanmo Cult said. She could only feel the roaring sound in her ears, far and near, and her consciousness gradually sank.
"You risked your life to delay, just to let this little beast enter the Palace of the Human Emperor."
The old man from the Huanmo Sect sneered: "It's a pity that both of you are going to die! If I kill you today, I will save you from embarrassing the Su Nu Sect and the Demon Sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man from the Illusion Demon Sect had murderous intent in his eyes. He touched his waist with his palm and pulled out a soft sword with a cold light.
Snap!
The soft sword shook, and the blade became straight!
Facing the two foundation-building monks who were defenseless and dying, the old man of the Phantom Demon Cult had no intention of holding back. He burst out with the power of the Golden Core Realm and stabbed straight with his sword.
This sword thrust was enough to string the two heads together!
The sword energy is like frost, and the pressure is wanton.
Ji Yaoji couldn't hold on anymore and fell on her back.
Suddenly, an arm came across and supported her figure.
The next moment, Ji Yaojing saw a person in her blurred vision.
Although the man was burned to black coals and beyond recognition, she could still recognize him.
Those eyes were filled with scarlet blood, as if they wanted to eat people!
Su Zimo suddenly stretched out his right hand.
The pupils of the old man from the Huanmo Cult suddenly shrank, and he was shocked.
There is no flesh and blood on this palm, and it is all red bones. It is burning with fine flames and exudes a terrifying aura. It seems to be able to burn the sky, boil the sea, and destroy all living beings!
This seemed to be the hand of a god, filled with a heart-stopping aura.
Not to mention the old man from the Illusion Demon Sect directly opposite, even the sealer not far away, and many monks watching the battle from a distance felt a tremor in their hearts at this time!
Some monks could not bear the pressure and lay on the ground on the spot, remaining silent.
Many monks felt an extremely humble and insignificant feeling in their hearts.
The bloody bone palm grabbed towards the soft sword.
Tick tock, tick tock!
Before the soft sword hit the bloody bone palm, it was melted into molten steel and dripped on the ground.
A perfect spiritual weapon was wasted like this!
Behind the old man of the Huanmo Cult is the crack in space, and there is no way to retreat. In his sight, a palm burning with blazing flames comes towards him, getting bigger and bigger...