Looking at the Xuantian Continent, the Jindan stage can fly in the sky, the Yuanying stage can condense the primordial spirit, the out-of-body stage can leave the primordial spirit, and the fusion stage can open up space. When it reaches the fusion stage, it reaches a bottleneck in mortal cultivation. From then on, it can form a space independently.
If a cultivator in the fusion stage wants to tear apart the space, he will definitely spend his whole body spiritual energy, and he will not use it until he is in a desperate situation. And the space they tore out is also very easy to break through, and it does not have much effect.
On the twelfth sea of the vast and vast Demon Realm, the breeze blew across the sea and rolled up snow-white waves.
Except for the flesh and blood corpses all over the ground, no one can find that a shocking battle has ever happened here, and no one knows that a space was once torn apart, trapping the two peerless powers in it for fifty years. Must not be turned on.
On the Xuantian Continent, the war between the two clans continued. In a dark and dull space, the sound of "bang bang" resounded through the heavens and the earth.
The sound was extremely loud, as if a huge object was constantly hitting the ground, trying its best to break through this space. However, his efforts were all in vain. The white dragons collided in every possible way in the darkness, and the space was always locked, so he couldn't see the outside world, and couldn't see a ray of light.
In the first year, Jin Li was transformed into his original form, and he used all his strength to smash everywhere, to no avail.
This space is not very big, and the collision of the divine beast can hit every corner of the space, so whenever the magic cultivator curled up in the corner encounters the opponent attacking, he will reluctantly lift his whip, knock the opponent away, and then Hide in another location.
In such a place, Jin Li can't see Mo Qianqiu, and Mo Qianqiu can't see Jin Li.
Why steal the day
Stealing the sky doesn't mean only taking away your light, but depriving all light sources. Even if the magic weapon that can be illuminated is taken out, it will lose its effect in this, and can only fall into the boundless darkness.
"cough cough..."
Mo Qianqiu coughed out a mouthful of blood, he stretched out his hand and wiped it rudely, propped his right leg on the ground, and leaned against the wall at the edge of the space weakly. He almost lost his strength. Once he entered this place, Jin Li seemed to be crazy, but no matter how Jin Li attacked at will, there would always be a time when he would fall to him.
He can survive once, ten times, a hundred times...
But this scarred body can't let him endure a few more times.
Mo Qianqiu knew that he probably didn't have a few years left. He was already at the end of his streak. If he didn't lean on something, he might not be able to sit up, and he could only collapse to the ground in a state of embarrassment. How many years does he have left
Maybe five years, maybe three years, maybe one year
Perhaps the next time the enemy attacks, he will die under the claws of the dragon.
"Cough..."
Another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. This time, Mo Qianqiu reacted extremely quickly and stretched out his hand to cover his lips, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood at all. Some visceral fragments spewed out of his mouth, making his fingers wet with blood, and he began to cough violently, each cough echoing in the empty space, making a burst of sound.
A burst of wind came from a distance very quickly, Mo Qianqiu's eyes were cold, his left hand patted the ground, and the whole person stood up immediately. But as soon as he stood up, he staggered and almost fell, and barely stabilized his body by holding on to the wall.
The clear dragon yin rushed from afar, and his voice was mixed with fear and anger and killing intent.
Mo Qianqiu moved his fingers, and a bloody long whip appeared in front of him. He was arrogant, and his red clothes were bloody. He slammed the whip fiercely, and the space shook three times. Mo Qianqiu raised his hand to wipe the unstoppable blood from his lips, and sneered, even if it was covered by darkness, one can imagine that on that gorgeous face, there was definitely a sarcastic and arrogant smile at this moment.
Even if he was embarrassed to the extreme, even if he might die in the next moment, the Demon Venerable never bowed his head and was never afraid.
A gust of wind blew from the front of Mo Qianqiu, blowing his red clothes to the sound of hunting, and his long hair kept flying. At this moment, he couldn't see, but he knew that a white dragon was rushing towards him quickly.
The strength of this dragon is beyond him, and this dragon can't wait to smash him into tens of thousands of pieces at this moment.
But he didn't even have the strength to escape.
Do you just resolutely fight back and kill yourself, or do you just kill yourself without giving the opponent a chance to kill you
Mo Qianqiu raised his enchanting peach blossom eyes, suddenly his toes a little, and he rushed towards him.
boom! boom! boom!
The magic whip collided with the sharp claws of the white dragon, making bursts of noise.
If it is placed outside, Jin Li can kill such a seriously injured Mo Qianqiu with one blow, but here, facing this endless darkness, Jin Li seems to be crazy, and only knows how to attack recklessly.
The two fought for hundreds of rounds, Mo Qianqiu hit Jin Li's right eye with a whip, Bai Long immediately roared, and flew back several meters, but Mo Qianqiu was hit by a scorching dragon flame and flew upside down. He slammed into the edge of the space and spurted blood violently.
Jin Li didn't give him a chance to breathe, Bai Long roared and started again, Mo Qianqiu resisted the pain of being torn, and rushed up with the sticky whip. But this time, he looked even more crazy, the long whip was tightly grasped in his palm, and he threw it out fiercely.
"Didn't you say that you are going to gouge out the deity's heart? Jin Li, then come here!"
His voice was hoarse, and every word was weeping blood, like a trapped beast that was cornered into a desperate situation, so unyielding and stubborn that he didn't want to bow his head.
But just as the two were about to collide, Jin Li suddenly stopped. Mo Qianqiu threw a whip up, and it seemed to be a copper wall and an iron wall. There was no magic at all, and it couldn't hurt the opponent. When Mo Qianqiu pulled the whip back, he felt that the whip was being grabbed.
Mo Qianqiu raised his eyes in surprise, and when he checked with his spiritual sense, he found that the other party had turned into a human form.
Jin Li's palm tightly grasped the blood-colored long whip, and he walked in the direction of the whip. Mo Qianqiu forced out a unique move with his majestic demonic energy and attacked Jin Li, but his move was easily resolved by the opponent, and he could only let the opponent's fingers use force to seize his own life magic weapon.
A cold hand stuck to Mo Qianqiu's heart.
Mo Qianqiu tightened his body and moved his lips.
The cold and trembling voice of the beast sounded softly: "...Who are you?"
This darkness has forced Jin Li to what extent. In just a year, he has forgotten who sealed him back in the first place.
Mo Qianqiu sneered and did not answer. He wanted to knock Jin Li away, but he was not the opponent's opponent at all.
The icy hand was still on his chest, only separated by a thin layer of clothes, under the skin, was the beating heart. Plop, plop, it beating loudly and slowly, apparently with little vitality.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly felt that Jin Li's hand on his heart seemed to be shaking. Jin Li tried his best to suppress the trembling, but it was impossible to hide it. He asked again, "Who are you?" Mo Qianqiu didn't give him an answer, so he continued to ask.
It's like a stupid child asking himself questions over and over again.
Mo Qianqiu's right hand gradually accumulated blood-colored demonic energy. That was his last strength. He knew that he would die, and he also knew that he would die at the hands of the other party soon, but he wanted to give it to the other party before he died. Do some damage. If so, maybe fifty years from now, when the other party leaves this space, their strength will drop a bit, making it easier for people outside... to deal with it better.
When Jin Li asked the ninety-second time, Mo Qianqiu suddenly made a move and hit the opponent.
Jin Li just raised his hand to block the blow, and then he subconsciously pushed his right hand into it.
Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes wide, and a very short humming sound came out of his throat, blood was flowing down his chest, this stupid divine beast pierced his heart, held the heart in one hand, and then easily It took it out.
The smell of blood immediately permeated the entire space.
Mo Qianqiu's breath plummeted, his body softened and he almost fell, and then reluctantly stretched out his hand, trying to hold Jin Li's hand. But in the next moment, he heard a "bang-" sound, Jin Li exerted force on his right hand, and the heart was crushed into pieces in his hand, and the blood was dripping from his hand.
"cough cough cough..."
A big mouthful of blood spurted out of Mo Qianqiu's mouth. At this moment, he already knew that his lifespan would never exceed one year. One year, only one year at most, he will surely fall and die in this place surrounded by darkness.
But the man who crushed his heart still murmured blankly: "Why... you want me to gouge out your heart? Who are you? Where is this place... It's so dark, it's so dark here... ahhhh!!!"
boom!
The coercion of the divine beast erupted from Jin Li's body, and all of a sudden, Mo Qianqiu flew out.
This terrifying shock wave made Mo Qianqiu, who was seriously injured, feel pain in his head, slowly closed his eyes, and passed out. Before he passed out, he seemed to see through the layers of thick darkness, a handsome and elegant blue-clothed monster who was hugging his body, crouched on the ground, as if afraid, and kept saying wrote: "It's so dark here... so dark... I don't want I don't want..."
Closing his eyes completely, Mo Qianqiu was vaguely thinking of something that happened a long, long time ago.
More than a thousand years ago, as a peerless power in the human race, he fought with the last divine beast in the world for many years. The two of them almost met the killer move, but he knew that his strength was lower than that of the other party. That divine beast rarely kills, and only occasionally participates in the war between the two races.
Then, Venerable Wu Xiaozi, the then master of Yuxiao Peak in Taihua Mountain, approached him and told him that his old opponent was going to attack him.
What kind of strength will the divine beast in the God Transformation stage have
Mo Qianqiu's heart suddenly tightened, and he immediately understood that this was a disaster for the human race.
Then Wu Xiaozi told him: "The two of us join hands to take away his demon pill, and we must not let him transform into a god!"
So eighty-four years later, he saw each other again in a war. The man was wearing a blue robe, his long hair stood up with ribbons, and his azure blue eyes shone like a pair of azure gems under the clear sky.
Mo Qianqiu loved beauties in this life, and he arrogantly believed that he was the number one in the world.
This person is not half as good as him, but he has a strange temperament, as if he is aloof and born in the Nine Heavens.
In that war, Mo Qianqiu raised the magic whip and guided the opponent step by step into the situation that he and Wu Xiaozi had already laid out. When the formation was activated and the man was trapped in it, he finally showed a look of surprise and panic.
Wu Xiaozi stabilized the formation and said to him, "Mozun, go and take away his demon pill!"
The man angrily scolded: "Wu Xiaozi, you set a trap with the cultivation of the gods, the human race is really despicable and shameless!"
Mo Qianqiu laughed when he heard the words. He wore a blood-red red shirt and walked in front of the man. He was untouched by the cold and ruthless eyes of the other party, but with a red lip hooked, he smiled sarcastically: "The so-called soldier never tires of deceit, Yaozun doesn't even understand this truth, he is extremely stupid."
"Magic Qianqiu!"
Mo Qianqiu ignored him, turned to look at Wu Xiaozi, and said, "Can your magic really take away his demon pill?"
Wu Xiaozi nodded: "Hurry up, he is worthy of being a divine beast. Even if my realm is higher than his, I can't hold him for long."
Mo Qianqiu directly pinched the tricks and began to capture the demon pill. However, this time it failed. Wu Xiaozi couldn't believe it either. The reason for this might be that the magic pill of the beast is not the magic pill of ordinary monsters. This kind of magic can take the magic pill of the monster, but it can't do anything to the beast.
Seeing that the reinforcements from the demon clan were coming, Jin Li also rushed to the formation frantically.
Wu Xiaozi hurriedly asked Mo Qianqiu to hurry up, Mo Qianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his red lips, stretched out his hand unexpectedly, and pierced Jin Li's chest.
This action came too fast, Wu Xiaozi opened his mouth in surprise, and Jin Li widened his blue eyes.
Mo Qianqiu looked up at him and peeled off his heart without hesitation. The demon pill in the heart attacked him violently, and Mo Qianqiu reluctantly cut off the connection between the heart and its owner.
Seeing that the reinforcements from the demon clan were coming, Wu Xiaozi immediately changed his formation, tore apart the space, and blocked Jin Li inside.
Mo Qianqiu's beautiful face was cold, and he also fiddled with the spell, whispering softly: "Steal the day and change the day."
At the moment when the space suddenly became dark, the demon lord's extremely angry voice came weakly: "Mo Qianqiu, this deity will definitely gouge out your heart, and you will be smashed to pieces..."
The space closed abruptly, and the last scene Mo Qianqiu saw was that the cold and noble monster was paralyzed on the ground covered in blood. He was seriously injured, but he still struggled to crawl out of the space with his hands, but there was a great distance from the exit. So he widened his blue eyes and stared at Mo Qianqiu, not even blinking a single glance, as if to imprint him on his heart, hating him day and night.
Looking at such a scene, Mo Qianqiu remained calm and did not change his face.
He killed more than 3 million people in his life, this is just a demon, and it is nothing to be concerned about.
The tearing space will seal Jin Li in, and with his strength, even without the heart and the demon pill, he can come out in a hundred years at most. But if he was locked in the dark and changed the spatial flow rate, it would definitely make him flustered and trapped for more time.
Mo Qianqiu was holding the heart in his hand, covered in blood, looking terrifying.
Wu Xiaozi asked him how to solve this heart, Mo Qianqiu raised his lips, and asked sarcastically: "Your plan, do you still need the deity to take care of you?"
Wu Xiaozi was stunned for a moment.
They couldn't destroy the heart of the divine beast, and the demon pill was tightly protected by the heart and could not be touched.
After the two hid the heart and the demon pill, they left separately. When they parted, Mo Qianqiu seemed to hear Wu Xiaozi's sighing voice: "What have you experienced before you can gouge out other people's hearts alive without blinking your eyes..."
Mo Qianqiu sneered without caring, and even sneered at these hypocritical righteous people. Even many years later, when he saw his future best friend outside the Valley of Flowing Flames, when he heard that the other party was from Taihua Mountain, he thought of those hypocritical monks of the right way, and the two even fought.
"It turns out that the pain of gouging out your heart is such a pain? 』
Before closing his eyes, Mo Qianqiu had lived for so many years. For the first time, he felt a little guilty, but it was only a moment, and the guilt disappeared.
Blood continued to flow out of the empty chest, and in the darkness, the red shirt was really wet with blood, turning into a bloody color. Not far away, the noble and elegant divine beast squatted on the ground tremblingly, hugged himself tightly, and opened his eyes in fear.
It is still a person who has a heart, a person has no heart.