These tombstones, including the Black Mountain, were all Yan Ying's natal objects.
At this time, when countless tombstones appeared in his perception world, and then a black mountain appeared, countless natal vitality spewed out along his meridians in his sea of qi.
A real black mountain, combined with the barren soil underground, really stood up.
With a loud bang, the top of this black mountain turned towards the extremely violent Jianhe above.
Both the dying star fire and the blazing sun's true fire can cause damage to his natal vitality. At this moment, there was the sound of countless hot oil being melted on the black mountain, and countless holes appeared on many incomplete tombstones as if they were corroded quickly. And it keeps expanding like melting.
This is a real pain.
The black-robed youth suddenly screamed frantically, but the scream was not filled with fear, but anger.
He screamed angrily, waving his hands continuously, and the tombstones followed his will, slapping upwards stubbornly and smashing towards those sword lights.
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In Yinshan Mountain, there is a simple thatched hut.
Yuan Wu, who was wearing ordinary civilian clothes, was sitting on the open space in front of the thatched hut.
This open space is located between a raised cliff, with the sea of clouds in front of it.
The sea of clouds in Bieshan is generally dignified and beautiful, but the reason why Yinshan is called Yinshan is because the mountain is high and cold, and the chaotic clouds are full of darkness.
At this time, there were thousands of mountains of cloudy dust, and countless black yin energy burst out continuously like burning in those thousands of mountains, so the layers of clouds and mist in front of his eyes were also the color of lead.
His face is calm, but the meridians in the skin of his body are like countless moving earthworms twisting, some skin textures are constantly glowing with crystal luster, and there is even a feeling that they are about to burst at any time.
Although he has not been in the Thousand Dust Mountains, in fact he is engaged in the most dangerous battle with another Eighth Realm in the world. As for the boy in black robe, he is another old opponent, Lu Shan. Yan Ying who had severely injured him in the meeting.
There are countless difficult choices in life. Compared with the danger of the battle itself at this time, the battle in his mind is even more difficult.
It's just that many times, some choices can't be completely according to what he thinks. At such times, he can clearly perceive the stability of that spark more clearly than anyone else.
The cold and indifferent sparks fell very steadily all the time, converging with the vital energy he released, without any urging intention, but this kind of stability and lack of waves, but it happened to be the most powerful urging.
Yuan Wu shook his head lightly and sighed.
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The Donghu old monk who was holding up his staff raised his iron eyebrows slightly.
He glanced down at his body.
The berserk river of swords was still violently moving through the space above, but the purest part of the power forcefully pierced into his vitality and pierced his body.
This kind of power is just a pure shock force, as if someone is holding the staff in his hand and shaking it desperately. After a moment of hesitation, the old monk Donghu understood that this power came from another eighth realm in the world, Yuan Wu.
He also wanted to understand what kind of means 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 crazily, bringing his body to vibrate together.
This is a method that really hurts both sides, but there is one point, Yuan Wu has been in the eighth realm longer than him, and has gone further on the road to the eighth realm, so his sea of qi and some important meridians, compared with He is more solid.
The impact of this kind of shock was aimed at his sea of qi.
It is undeniable that using such means, Yuan Wu will be severely injured, and even his cultivation base will be reduced, and he will not be able to recover for a long time, but his cultivation base will be crippled and he will die.
Therefore, the joint attack of Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu finally wanted to achieve the effect that Yuan Wu was seriously injured and he died.
At this time, Monk Donghu's mind was extremely clear, and he knew that this was probably from Zheng Xiu's intention.
Yuan Wu forced her to pay the price of sacrificing her son, so she naturally wanted Yuan Wu to pay the same price.
This is fair to her and Yuan Wu.
In other words, the relationship between her and Yuan Wu needs to be maintained in this way.
The old monk Donghu's face was painful. He was the target of this joint attack. He had just entered the eighth realm and spied the wonderful world, but now he was about to collapse and his life was about to die. Naturally, he felt extremely unwilling.
However, at this moment, Qian Mu screamed even more angrily.
He sensed the real intention of killing, and felt that there was a force that completely ignored him on this mountain of thousand tombs, and delicately passed through his thousand tombstones and fell into the body of the old monk Donghu.
Following his screams, hundreds of tombstones in the air were enveloped in black air, and they fell like meteorites, rushing into the old monk's sea of air with streaks of black air.
These tombstones looked huge in the air, but when hit by the old monk's sea of energy, they were as small as small seals.
The old monk's red face suddenly turned dark.
In his perception, he has countless chaotic forces constantly passing through the air sea, which is suddenly filled with countless black stones.
These black stones caused the vitality of his internal organs to decline, but at this moment, the mutual impact and friction of these black stones eased the destructive force on his Qi Sea itself.
With a puff, a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.
The old monk's body seemed to have aged many years in an instant, and the viscera in his body exuded a breath of real aging. However, as the black air currents rushed out of his sea of qi, his sea of qi was preserved after all. .
He survived after all.
Above the open space where Yuan Wu was, a heavy rain suddenly fell.
A few wrinkles appeared at the corners of Yuan Wu's eyes, but these wrinkles penetrated deep into the flesh, oozing blood.
A lot of bright crystal light also oozes from his skin, like stardust.
When the heavy rain fell, a practitioner holding a yellow paper umbrella came up behind him and blocked the rain for him.
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Changling, silent to the depths of the terrifying palace, Zheng Xiu stood with his hands down.
Scattered sparks fell from the space in front of her like countless crystal bright gems, and passed through her mysterious and unspeakable courtyard, refracted by countless lights.
Her hands were trembling constantly, blood dripping from her fingertips.
There are countless fine cracks on the skin of her white jade hands and arms.
"You are indeed a real widow."
"Because my heart hurts, but since you started fighting for the world, you never feel sorry for anyone."
She raised her head slowly and said these 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 can be sure that even if the Donghu monk does not die, the cultivation of the Donghu monk has almost been abolished.