The twelve long swords lined up and surrounded the Emperor Beixuan group.
Black and red flames lingered on the blade, jumping up and down.
Jiuyou Hongmengyan seemed to feel some kind of threat, and let out a rapid humming.
Di Beixuan's eyes widened slightly.
A look of horror finally appeared in his eyes.
He didn't know what the twelve long swords were.
But he recognized the black flame on the sword.
That is... [Mingyin Shengyan].
It is the most rigid and yang in the world, but also the most yin and evil, the invincible fifth-order [Mingyin Shengyan].
Di Beixuan's cracked lips opened and closed, and broken words came out of his hoarse and dry throat, "Luo... Yun... Xiao..."
The last word Xiao has not been finished yet.
The twelve long swords rushed forward suddenly, piercing through Di Beixuan's body mercilessly.
"Ah!!"
The shrill screams spread throughout Yunxiao.
[Jiuyou Hongmengyan] fled to the distance at the critical moment.
Only Di Beixuan, who was pierced into a hedgehog by twelve long swords, fell into the yellow sand, crying and rolling in pain.
Black and red flames burned inch by inch in his body.
It wouldn't be able to kill an immortal emperor right away, but it could make his life worse than death.
Everyone in the extreme forbidden area was stunned for a moment.
They raised their heads and stared blankly at the man who descended from the sky.
The sky was black and cloudy, with thunder and lightning.
The young man in white seems to be untouched by the world.
Holy and perfect to exclude all the filth of the world.
Han Ye couldn't help but gasped, swallowed again, and said softly, "Why is the domain master of the Nether Region here?"
Luo Yunxiao fell to the ground.
All eyes were on him.
But as if he didn't notice it, he walked up to Han Chujiu.
Han Chujiu blinked, with a look of doubt on his face.
Luo Yunxiao said lightly: "You are the medicine king Han Chujiu?"
Han Chujiu subconsciously said, "If it's not Lao Tzu, who else is it?"
Luo Yunxiao threw him a painting, and as soon as the scroll fell to the ground, it immediately unfolded slowly by itself.
His voice was clear and pleasant, but there was no emotional ups and downs in his tone, "Chu Moli asked me to give it to you."
Almost at the moment of his words.
The scroll began to burn from the middle, and countless black air wrapped around Han Chujiu's body.
Old Yu said anxiously: "Luo Yunxiao, what is this? You want to do to our medicine king..."
Before he could finish his words, his voice stopped abruptly.
The scene of Han Chujiu's already melted hands and feet regrowing into flesh and blood and slowly recovering was reflected in his widened eyes.
Old Yu opened and closed his lips a few times, but couldn't say a word for a while, "This... this is..."
Luo Yunxiao said again: "There is no way to undo the [Bi An Huang Quan Curse], it can only delay the onset time. These are the original words of Chu Moli, what questions do you have?"
It took Han Chujiu a long time to look down at his intact hand, then raised his head and said, "You are Luo Yunxiao? My good disciple's little uncle?"
Luo Yunxiao nodded.
Han Chujiu said again: "Then how is my good disciple doing now?"
Luo Yunxiao ignored him, but walked towards Dibeixuan.
The [Mingyin Shengyan] on Di Beixuan's body has been extinguished.
There are not many [Mingyin Shengyan] attached to the twelve long swords.
But his body was already riddled with burns, and even a scorched black hole appeared in his abdomen, and the bloody internal organs could be seen inside.
The flesh and hair on the face were also burned off, revealing the creepy skull.