Sun Yunling had no regrets and was willing to devote all his vitality to the master of the Hidden Killing Hall. His body was aging and shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He knew that he was about to die, but that was not important. What was important was that his beloved had a chance to be resurrected. As long as his master took action, there was nothing he could not do.
When Sun Yunling fell to the ground, like a skinny corpse, he still didn't put down the broken jade pendant in his hand. Even if he was almost dead, Sun Yunling still regarded it as more important than his own life.
"Xiaomeng, we can meet again soon." Sun Yunling was lying on the ground, with a smile on his withered and frightening face, his eyes gradually blurred, and the last trace of life was sucked into the copper coffin.
Soon, there was no movement from Sun Yunling, and he died completely here, in front of this copper coffin. Until the breath was cut off and the vitality dried up, the broken jade pendant was still held by Sun Yunling in his hand, without letting go at all.
At this moment, the sound of breathing gradually sounded in the copper coffin, and an extremely terrifying powerful momentum filled the air, causing the entire underground palace to shake.
An eyeball appeared here, and without even looking at the dead Sun Yunling on the ground, it sank directly into the copper coffin.
Buzz! ! ! !
There were rays of light inside the copper coffin, which broke out of the barrier of the underground palace and rushed directly to the ground.
Fang Qingye, who was constantly fighting with Mo Shouhei, suddenly changed his expression, and immediately looked towards the direction of the faint light, with a rare solemn look in his eyes.
Mo Shouhei smiled strangely, and felt a lot more at ease, knowing that another incarnation of the ancient spirit had awakened.
"Fang Qingye, I'm afraid you are going to make a mistake." Mo Shouhei said with a hint of sarcasm.
Fang Qingye's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "At least everything now is not beyond my expectations. Even if the man wakes up, nothing can be changed. Far water cannot save a near fire."
Mo Shouhei snorted: "Well, a distant water can't save a near fire, but you still underestimated the strength of the first generation Demon Saint. He will not be dealt with so easily. In addition, your son seems to be there too, as long as he is With it in hand, everything will be solved."
Fang Qingye frowned. He understood what Mo Shouhei meant by saying this. He was telling himself that if the first-generation demon saint was really forced to have no other choice, he would probably do whatever it took to snatch the reincarnation pill from Fang Lin's soul.
In fact, this level of concern has always existed in Fang Qingye's heart, but there is no good solution. His avatar appearing here to block Mo Shouhei is already the limit, and he can no longer devote his energy to the place where the main body is. Deal with other things, otherwise a bigger crisis will arise.
The same goes for Bai Qingxue, who must assist Fang Qingye's main body to guard that place. After all, Fang Qingye has separated a clone, and the strength of his main body has been affected to some extent. Without Bai Qingxue's help, it is really difficult to guard the place. difficulty.
As for whether Fang Lin would be in danger of being snatched away by the first-generation Demon Saint, Fang Qingye didn't think too much. At this time, it was no longer possible to cover everything. The risks that should be taken should always be borne. It is impossible for Fang Qing to do everything. In Ye's control, none of the ancient spirit incarnations are ordinary people, and naturally they will not follow your wishes obediently.
"Take care of yourself first." Fang Qingye didn't want to talk to Mo Shouhei, and the power when he took action was even more shocking than before.
Mo Shouguang was surprised. Could it be that Fang Qingye's clone had some reservations before and didn't try his best
But now both Mo Shouhei and Fang Qingye know that the fight between the two of them is not that important, because it is destined to be difficult to determine the outcome, and the life and death of the first-generation Demon Saint is the most critical.
At this moment, in the place where the dim light emerged, the underground palace trembled, and the copper coffin appeared.
A dry palm suddenly poked out from the gap in the coffin lid and pushed the extremely heavy coffin lid aside.
This palm looks haggard, as if there is only a layer of dark old skin covering the bones, but this palm is filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"After so many years, I can finally recover." A vicissitudes of time and gloomy voice sounded, and a pair of stern eyes in the copper coffin opened.
boom! ! !
The coffin lid was suddenly blown away, and the figure in the copper coffin immediately sat up. As soon as he opened his mouth to take a breath, all living things within a radius of five thousand miles, including every plant and tree, withered instantly, and all vitality was wiped out. Inhaled into the body of the Hidden Killing Hall Master.
I saw that his body was no different from that of an ordinary person, except that there was still a slight dent where his heart was.
"Huh?" The Hidden Kill Hall Master looked down at his heart and felt a little surprised.
Immediately, the leader of the Hidden Killing Hall looked a little unhappy, remembering the time when he had fought to the death with Hou Yi and was punched in the heart by him.
It was this punch that made the Master of the Hidden Killing Hall unable to recover after so many years. Even after absorbing such a huge amount of vitality, the wound on his heart was still not completely healed.
It seems that no matter how much he talks about life, the wound in his heart will never heal and will always be a fatal part of him.
"It's a pity that you Hou Yi is dead, but I am still alive. Even if you have caused me indelible injuries, I still win." The leader of the Hidden Killing Hall jumped out of the copper coffin, and the copper coffin responded. Shattered.
After falling into the underground palace, the master of the Hidden Killing Hall finally took a look at the dead Sun Yunling. Even though he was dead, he still had a smile on his face.
"Silly disciple, how can a dead person be resurrected? Just go in peace." The master of the Hidden Killing Hall said indifferently, and crushed Sun Yunling's body with his foot, turning the jade pendant into powder together with it.
Boom! ! !
The underground palace collapsed and Sun Yunling's broken body was buried together, while the leader of the Hidden Killing Hall went straight to the place where the first-generation Demon Saint was.
His awakening this time also had a sense of necessity. If the first-generation Demon Saint had not encountered a crisis that was difficult to resolve, he would not have awakened so early.
But at the moment, he is the only one who can resolve the crisis of the first-generation demon saints. Once the first-generation demon saints die, it will also be a heavy loss for the incarnations of their ancient spirits.
Just when the leader of the Hidden Killing Hall arrived, the first-generation demon saint had reached his limit when faced with the fierce pursuit of the four beasts, so he once again used the ancient spirit secret technique to recover.
But in this way, the first-generation Demon Saint also lost the last means of saving his life. The four great beasts also saw the opportunity, and at the cost of being severely injured by the first-generation Demon Saint, they entangled the first-generation Demon Saint.
Fang Lin followed closely and saw with his own eyes a large amount of demon blood spilled into the sky, and a painful roar could be heard.
The four great beasts all caused heavy damage and were almost unsustainable. The first-generation demon saint was also seriously injured and dying, reaching the point where his fuel was exhausted.
"Hahahaha! You can't kill me! No one can kill me!" Suddenly, the first-generation Demon Saint laughed.