Chapter 360: The Black Bird of Destiny, the Demon of Immortals
Looking at the broken blade that pierced through the chest.
Xia Ming's eyes were full of disbelief.
"when……"
"When did I... show my weakness?"
The broken arm was pressed against Xia Ming's back, while He Niansheng's jaw was firmly stuck on Xia Ming's shoulder.
The broken bronze blade he held tightly in his right hand penetrated Xia Ming's chest with little force.
After experiencing the bombardment of Qianyuan Jikong's eyes, both He Niansheng and Xia Ming were at the end of their fight.
All the defensive means on their bodies have been forced out.
Sniffing the familiar sweet scent of blood in the air, He Niansheng's eyes were full of complex colors.
"Xia Ming, Xia Ming, how could I forget your breath?"
"That weird laugh of yours must be the crane you told me about, right?"
"Xia Ming, your illness is getting worse."
"Master, I will help you escape."
The broken blade penetrated and his heart throbbed. Xia Ming felt cold all over.
It seemed that the broken blade had sucked out all his vitality.
There's something wrong with that broken blade.
If it were an ordinary wound, with Xia Ming's recovery ability, such a wound would heal quickly.
But at this moment, Xia Ming's heart wound was covered with dark green patina.
The patina was like moss, ruthlessly eroding Xia Ming's entire heart.
Little by little, Xia Ming's vitality began to slowly pass away.
Revolt?
What to resist?
Xia Ming's physical body was at the end of its rope.
And the little donkey who blocked Xia Ming's blow couldn't get up at this moment.
Although the impact of Prince Jikong's eyes couldn't kill the little donkey, he could still make the little donkey lie down for a while.
Even Xia Ming had to admit that He Niansheng had seized an almost perfect opportunity.
With just one blow, He Niansheng penetrated his little heart.
And he was still clamoring for Prince Qian just a second ago.
Thoughts floated and eyes flickered.
Feeling the life that was gradually passing away in his body, Xia Ming pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against the roof of his mouth.
"If you were going to die, why would you die with me?"
"Zhao Yuanfeng, kill him for me!"
The moment Xia Ming sounded, the Yuanfeng Blood Sword hanging on his waist moved.
There was a flash of blood, and the sword light was fierce, but a long and thin bloody afterimage was left in the air.
As the afterimage gradually dimmed, He Niansheng's head gradually slipped off his shoulders.
The cut was neat, leaving no trace of blood.
The splash of hot blood has been sucked dry by Yuanfeng's sword.
He Niansheng's eyes were glazed over, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
At the same time, the slender jade talisman hanging on He Niansheng's waist quietly collapsed.
Of course He Niansheng noticed the slender blood sword hanging on Xia Ming's waist.
But He Niansheng could not have imagined that there was a transcendent soul hidden in this slender blood sword!
He Niansheng's body fell down little by little, and the broken blade he was holding tightly in his hand slowly pulled away from Xia Ming's chest.
At the same time, a ray of white light also lit up on He Niansheng's forehead.
The light condensed in the air and gradually formed a swirling vortex.
——That is the mark of destiny.
With a whoosh, the Seal of Destiny penetrated directly into Xia Ming's forehead.
Feeling the faint throb on his forehead, Xia Ming didn't feel the slightest bit happy at the moment.
At this moment, Xia Ming only felt extremely ironic...
The destiny mark that I dreamed of in the past was actually obtained just like this?
He Niansheng is really a man of destiny! ?
But at this moment, what use does Xia Ming have for that destiny mark?
He is already dying.
Sitting on the ground helplessly, Xia Ming's face was as pale as paper.
He could feel the relentless passage of his life.
Little by little, the boundless darkness gradually enveloped me.
Xia Ming's eyes that were pregnant with miracles were turning gray little by little.
"My miracle...will it end here?"
The corner of Xia Ming's mouth slowly curled into a helpless smile.
A tear quietly shed from his right eye.
Xia Ming thought of scenes from the past.
Those floating pasts are like screens connected to each other.
Within the screen, Xia Ming saw cranes dancing in the sky and colorful clouds floating in the sky.
Those people and things... all seem to be dimming a little bit.
It turns out that this is death.
It's both familiar and strange.
……
Yuanfeng's blood sword was floating in the air. Feeling Xia Ming's gradually dimming aura, Zhao Yuanfeng felt a little incredible.
"He...he died just like that!? So easy? Isn't this guy trying to trick me?"
"You can kill him with a broken sword? Is this possible?"
"Wait! There seems to be something wrong with this broken knife!"
"This thing seems to be a creation of that era!"
"The Curse of the Great World!?"
Just when Zhao Yuanfeng carefully sensed the broken blade in He Niansheng's hand, Jikong inside the formation was also a little confused at this moment.
His eyes turned cold and he looked around, his brows beginning to tremble.
"Is this internal strife? Those who are counter-cultivation are hopeless!"
"If things are too late, things will change. It is not a good place to stay for a long time."
With spiritual energy all over his body, Jikong began to work hard to get rid of the suppression of the formation.
Long chains of golden spiritual energy connect the mountains and rivers in this area.
The long chain tightened, and Jikong's body sank again.
For a moment, the long golden chain turned out to be unshakable.
The cold vertical pupils stared at Xia Ming and the two outside the formation, and Jikong then looked at the vast sky.
The vague sense of crisis in his heart finally made Jikong make up his mind.
If he were to be restrained here again, not only would his life be in danger, but Immortal Qianyuan's plans would also be affected.
It's time for this to end.
Although the suppression formation was like a cage restraining Ji Kong tightly.
But if you think about it from another perspective, isn’t the cage also a protective barrier?
Taking a deep breath, Jikong made a decision.
He wants to advance to the Jiuding Tribulation Realm here!
Advance to the Nine Cauldrons and use the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation Fire to crush this prison cage.
Once you escape, you can transform into a dragon and take charge of the entire bone burial chaos!
Prince Jikong is 80% sure of this promotion!
Jikong's thoughts were clear, and his spiritual energy soared into the sky.
The aura soaring to the sky is a provocation!
Provoke Haozai Yuanyang.
……
The moment the jade slip around He Niansheng's waist shattered, Daguan Shituo City received a message from He Niansheng.
[In the land of vertical bones, I found the devil seeking immortality and hoped that Daguan Xianzhou would send troops to assist. 】
Looking at this message, a hint of surprise gradually appeared in Zhao San's eyes.
"He Niansheng is suffering from convulsions?"
"The demon of immortal seeking, what is he talking about?"
He originally wanted to throw it aside, but after hesitation, Zhao San handed it to Zhao Er.
That's right, the second generation ancestor of Daguan has already led his troops to settle in Daguan Shituo City.
After learning that He Niansheng had left, Zhao Er also announced that he was hiding in seclusion.
The sensitive second generation ancestor smelled something amiss.
Looking at the jade slip in his hand, the second ancestor Zhao frowned tightly.
"A fairy who seeks for a demon? Or a real demon who seeks for an immortal?"
"Who is the immortal? Who is the devil?"
"Is an immortal without destiny still considered an immortal?"
"Is Daguan still an immortal? What on earth does he want to do?"
After suppressing all the distracting thoughts in his heart, Zhao Er finally made up his mind.
Soldiers are sending out—the bones are erect!
Patting Zhao San's shoulder lightly, Zhao Er's eyes were deep.
"My child, take the moon wheel with you."
"My father will help you kill demons."
……
The soldiers are in full swing, and the vertical bones are agile.
Spiritual energy rises, turbid energy sinks, and clouds condense.
The thick clouds are like huge ink droplets dripping on the water.
Dip dyed layer by layer, rendering boundless.
Within the clouds, thunder is growing and fire is everywhere.
Thunder rumbles in one place and shocks thousands of miles away. Somewhere in the Bone Burial Sea, several figures wearing black cloaks stopped and looked into the distance.
The leader raised his neck slightly, and a sweet face quietly emerged.
And behind her, pairs of dark eyes also lit up in several black robes.
"Dong'er, someone has been promoted to Jiuding. He must have condensed the true dragon mark."
"Dong'er, go take a look and feel the aura of the Heavenly Tribulation and the Dragon Gate Heavenly Tower. It will be good for you."
Nodding slightly towards the Immortal Taiping, Han Dong'er did not refuse his kindness.
Looking at the dark clouds at the end of the sky from a distance, Han Dong'er's mood was ups and downs.
She always felt that there was something else under that cloud.
Something that could change her life.
As for what it is, Han Dong'er doesn't know.
At the same time, Zhao Liuche, whose blood tail was waving behind him, also noticed the spiritual energy fluctuations rising into the sky.
The whirlpools in his eyes were intertwined crazily, and a cold smile gradually appeared at the corner of Zhao Liuche's mouth.
"Jiuding Qualifications? Interesting!"
"The Nine Cauldrons are enough to summon Longmen Tianque. The fish is already fat. Can you really hold it back?"
"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind it, and after the oriole, there is a child."
"Who is the cicada and who is the sparrow?"
……
Vertically.
Xia Ming's five senses were gradually dimming.
At this moment, Xia Ming heard the faint heartbeats.
bang-bang-bang-
Along with that voice, there was a murmur like a dream.
"How can one live without a heart?"
"How can a person survive if he has no heart!"
"We need a heart! We can't die!"
"Since our hearts are broken, let's reshape our hearts!"
"A unique heart!"
Clenching his back molars tightly, Xia Ming sat up again as if he was having a flashback.
Seeing this scene, the sword body of Yuanfeng Blood Sword also trembled suddenly.
"Sure enough! This guy is really not dead!"
"I knew it! How could the young master of the Zhao family, who can strip away the beastly nature of the soul, die so easily!"
"Damn it! This guy is really cheating on me! He's as smart as me, as smart as me!"
"Fortunately I wasn't fooled!"
When Zhao Yuanfeng's thoughts came to his mind, Xia Ming also tore open the acupuncture point on his left arm.
With blood swirling in his eyes, Xia Ming grabbed several condensed fire seeds in his acupoints.
Without any hesitation, he opened his big mouth and swallowed several fire seeds directly into Xia Ming's mouth.
When the fire enters the throat, it suddenly turns into a raging wave of flames, raging wantonly.
The fire was flowing, all flowing towards Xia Ming's heart.
Qi and blood roared, and the soul shook.
Raging fire, burning violently.
The beast fire is ferocious, the dragon fire is killing, and the earth fire is long.
The three fires repel each other, merge with each other, and the terrifying heat suddenly rises.
With Xia Ming's heart as the center, they began to fall in love and kill each other, strangled and strangled.
While burning and soaking with copper rust, they also burned away Xia Ming's flesh and blood heart.
Nothing can be established without breaking it!
How can we renew our corrupted hearts without burning them away?
That's right.
Xia Ming wants to gather another heart for herself.
A heart that would keep him alive.
Above the heart, patina spreads like weeds growing wildly.
Beast fire, earth fire, dragon fire... none can stop the growth of patina.
Then, Xia Ming's eyes slowly looked towards the cloudy sky above his head.
In the thick clouds, Xia Ming saw the thunderous flames spreading wantonly.
"Dragon fire won't work! Earth fire won't work! Then sky fire!"
"I can't burn you or melt you!"
While Xia Ming slowly stood up, another change occurred not far away.
He Niansheng's headless body stood up unsteadily again.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanfeng's whole soul became a little uneasy.
"Damn! What the hell is this!"
Xia Ming, who sensed something was wrong, also glanced over with his peripheral vision.
Immediately afterwards, he saw an incredible scene.
A huge insect head slowly poked out of He Niansheng's hideous wound.
Like a snake, like a centipede, and like a dragon!
The tentacles are like white smoke, and the top of the head is condensed with virtual horns.
The baby insect is completely transparent and exudes a faint cold air.
With two small eyes as bright as black spots, Yingchong stared at Xia Ming in front of him.
With whirlpools rising in his eyes, Xia Ming tried his best to suppress the spreading green rust and immediately summoned the Yuanfeng Blood Sword.
"Zhao Yuanfeng! Crucify that insect to death!"
At Xia Ming's insistence, Yuanfeng's blood sword stabbed directly at Yingchong's head.
At this critical moment, the frost-white infant insect suddenly let out a piercing scream.
Such a scream hit the soul directly. When Yuanfeng's sword trembled, Xia Ming was also shocked to the point where his ears bleed.
Immediately afterwards, the baby insect breathed out, and the surging cold air was like a bursting river, roaring straight towards Xia Ming.
The air was soaked in cold air, white frost washed the ground, and sharp ice peaks rose from the ground.
In desperation, Xia Ming could only resist with all his strength.
The terrifying cold air froze everything, and Xia Ming was frozen almost instantly.
Not to mention Xia Ming, even Yuanfeng's blood sword was covered with frost.
After a successful blow, the baby insect didn't hold back and fled directly outside.
Boom——
The energy and blood surged and the ice was broken. Looking at the thunder and flames pouring down from the top of his head, he glanced at He Niansheng who disappeared into the distance.
A trace of bone-chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Xia Ming weighed in and directly summoned Yuanfeng Blood Sword.
"Zhao Yuanfeng! Go kill him!"
There is not much time left for Xia Ming.
The fusion of the three fires can only suppress the patina, but cannot change anything at all.
If He Niansheng is pursued, Xia Ming will definitely die.
The only solution now is to use the thunder and fire of heavenly tribulation to completely destroy the spreading copper rust.
Annihilate the copper rust, and then use the thunder and calamity fire to condense Lihuo Xinjun!
Replace the dead heart with Mr. Lihuo Xin!
This is Xia Ming's only way to survive.
With his thoughts clear, Xia Ming sat cross-legged, preparing to face the thunder and fire of the heavenly tribulation.
At the same time, Jikong inside the formation also cast a disdainful look at Xia Ming.
"The body of the Eight Cauldrons is struggling to the death. How dare you resist the Thunder of the Nine Cauldrons?"
"But being able to die under my tribulation thunder can be regarded as a fulfillment for you."
……
When the thunder roared, Yuanfeng Blood Sword escaped from the scope of the cloudy thunder disaster.
Looking at He Niansheng with the insect head in front of him, Zhao Yuanfeng slashed out with his sword.
The blood plowed the ground for miles.
The scarlet light is twisted like a curtain, stretching and endless.
As soon as the sword was slashed out, Zhao Yuanfeng inside the blood sword also had other thoughts.
With such a strike, the monster must be dead.
Even if the young master of the Zhao family is immortal, he is still severely disabled.
Just because the Blood Sword couldn't do anything to Xia Ming, it didn't mean that Zhao Yuanfeng had to obey his orders.
If you don't run now, when will you wait?
With his thoughts clear, Zhao Yuanfeng fled directly towards the east.
Not far away, Zhao Yuanfeng actually saw a blood tail that looked like feathers.
"Damn it! The sun-eating black bird! The young master's inner demon is here to kill him! No! I have to run!"
"If he finds me, I will be eaten by him!"
The sword escaped the light, and Zhao Yuanfeng flew back towards the south.
Then, he saw a group of figures wearing pitch black cloaks.
"What the hell! Immortal? Or ghost!"
Not daring to delay any longer, Zhao Yuanfeng flew to the west again.
This time, he saw a powerful immortal weapon hanging high in the sky.
The immortal weapon hangs high, like a cold moon, with terror and coercion, suppressing one party.
Under the immortal weapon, it turned out to be the second-generation personal army of Daguan Xianzhou.
That's not all. In the north, Zhao Yuanfeng also noticed the surging spiritual energy fluctuations.
No way around, no place to escape?
With a twitch of his soul, Zhao Yuanfeng plunged directly into the thunder tribulation.
"Horse!"
"Young Master and I will live and die together!"
"You want to kill me, Zhao Yuanfeng! Kill the young master of the Zhao family first!"
(End of this chapter)
