Chapter 4211: Void No. 7, Emperor Cold Corpse

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"puff…"

Xiao Yi vomited blood passively.

He didn't even have the strength to vomit blood.

As before, the blood on his body was 'squeezed' out under this terrible pressure.

If you look through the mountain wall, you can definitely see that the trapped inside is no longer a normal body.

His hands, feet, and limbs, including bones and flesh, had already been crushed to pieces.

The chest and internal organs have also been shattered.

The pungent blood was mixed with it, but it didn't flow out at all.

Because the solidity of this mountain has long been terrifying and abnormal, and there will be no gap at all.

In his body, the power of the Eight Absolutes has long been exhausted.

Only the last power left is the demon body.

Only this demon body is still struggling to support the undead body.

The power of the immortal body was wrapped by Xiao Yi in the few vital points such as the heart and the internal organs.

In fact, the heart and these few vital points are constantly being shattered by this terrible pressure.

It's just that the power of the undead body is continuously supporting it and repairing it one after another.

That is to say, these vital points, including the heart, are constantly undergoing rupture and weak recovery at this moment.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago from such injuries.

Almost all of his entire body was crushed alive under pressure, and only a few vital parts of his body were barely supported.

This is simply an unimaginable injury.

If I had to describe it, it was just Xiao Yi using his immortal body to forcibly hang his last breath.

tread…

The footsteps of Emperor Yunwu slowly walked forward, slowly raised his head, and watched.

Looking at the head whose face could not be seen clearly, looking at the pair of eyes that had long been cloudy and painful, looking at the sweaty bun.

No... Perhaps, those on the bun have long since been known to be sweat or blood, or a combination of the two.

In the eyes of Emperor Yun Wu, there was a trace of unbearableness, but his face was still frosty and full of anger.

"Why, it's very painful, isn't it?" Emperor Yunwu stared at Xiao Yi tightly.

"But no matter how painful it is, you are alive after all."

"You will still have a chance to beg for mercy after all."

"As far as I know, when my sister died, she didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy."

"You didn't even hesitate when you killed her."

Xiao Yi was silent, he could only vaguely hear what Emperor Yun Wu said, but he had no strength to speak.

His vision was also blurred.

He lowered his head, and Emperor Yunwu raised his head.

The faces and eyes of the two collided.

He could see this beautiful face, and even if his vision was blurred, it was difficult to hide the chiseled delicacy.

He could see those beautiful eyes that were as splendid as starlight, although it was cold, it was a bit unbearable.

whoosh…

At this moment, a figure from afar came quickly.

It was a bald man with a burly stature.

The figure fell instantly, and then knelt down on one knee behind Emperor Yunwu.

"Why are you here?" Emperor Yunwu turned around, the coldness on his face had already retreated, and he asked softly.

The bald-headed man said in a stern voice, "It's the Myriad Spiritual Liquid that was newly refined by the emperor, and it was sent by a little."

"Oh?" Emperor Yunwu's face was delighted when he heard the words, "My father's ten thousand spirit liquid, it could not be more delicious."

The bald man respectfully handed a jade pot.

Emperor Yunwu took it and said with a smile, "Okay, you can go back to Wanling Mountain first, I have to stay here for a few more days."

"Yes." The bald-headed man answered in a stern voice and left respectfully.

The bald-headed man looked like a simple and honest person who was not good at speaking.

Demonic.

Xiao Yi could smell this strong demonic aura.

If you guessed correctly, it should be the guardian spirit beasts of Wanling Mountain.

However, if he could be more awake now, he would definitely find that there was something unusual in this demonic aura.

...

one day…

two days...

On the vast and barren stars, there are only two people in this mountain.

However, there is a person trapped in the mountain, seemingly dead.

A stunning woman sat in front of the mountain, holding a jade pot in her hand, drinking directly.

After drinking, put it on the jade pot slightly, with a satisfied look on his face, and let out a long breath.

Emperor Yunwu looked at the jade pot in his hand, showing the appearance of a little daughter, "My father made the Wanling Liquid, it's really delicious."

Wanlingye is a well-known wine in the heavens.

Its refining, in addition to all the fruits, heaven and earth treasures, there are also a large number of pure spiritual energy extracted from the pure spiritual veins and compressed into a liquid.

A new born soul, even if he does not practice cultivation for the rest of his life, can take a sip and prolong his life for thousands of years.

If a warrior drinks it, there will be an amazing cultivation effect of filling the Qi spring in an instant.

Even a strong person like Emperor Yunwu can drink it, and he can refresh his mind and increase his Taoism.

All spiritual liquid, if placed outside, is extremely valuable, and it is a rare treasure.

At this time, Emperor Yunwu took another sip of Myriad Spiritual Liquid, slowly raised his head, and looked at the drooping head on the mountain wall, the bloody corner of his mouth.

tick...tick...tick...

The blood was dripping slowly, and the speed was not fast.

But this blood is dark red, and even a little chilly and unpleasant.

This is not fresh blood.

The figure that was crushed in the mountain was inhumanly miserable at the moment, and it was even more indescribable.

Emperor Yunwu frowned.

Perhaps, she will let this figure out at the moment when this figure really can't bear it, the moment before she really dies.

Yes, she will.

She never thought of taking this figure's life.

It's just that every time she hears the figure's hard and cold mouth, she is unconsciously angry.

But she had to deny that this figure was completely beyond her expectations, which surprised her again and again.

She could never have imagined that this 'Yi Xiao' actually supported her nine whips, and it has continued to this day.

Emperor Yunwu gritted his teeth slightly.

"If he is willing to beg for mercy now, I will let him out."

Emperor Yunwu thought to himself.

But in the next moment, Emperor Yunwu groaned again in a low voice, "If this guy doesn't beg for mercy for a while, and he can really last for half a month, I'll convince him, and the grievances will be completely written off in the future."

Time passed slowly.

three days...

Four days…

Five days...eight days...ten days...

Xiao Yi, who was pressed down in the mountain, was enduring this inhuman torture and pain every minute and every second.

Emperor Yunwu, who was sitting in front of the mountain, sometimes took a few sips of Myriad Spiritual Liquid, and sometimes took a nap with his knees crossed.

ten days...

Xiao Yi kept holding on, hanging his last breath.

Changed to other creatures and died long ago.

It's even a little weird.

But, this is Xiao Yi.

This is also the best result that he can achieve by exerting his ability as a pharmacist to the extreme and trying his best.

...

Four days later.

There are only a few hours left before the half-moon time of Emperor Yunwu's reign.

Emperor Yunwu raised his head and looked at Xiao Yi in the mountain wall in surprise, "This guy has been holding on until now, without begging for mercy."

whoosh…

Suddenly, in the distance, a sound of breaking the air came.

Still the bald man.

Emperor Yunwu looked puzzled, "Why are you here again?"

The bald man was silent, just kneeling on one knee.

"What's wrong?" Emperor Yunwu asked softly.

With tears in his eyes, the bald man said, "Emperor...Emperor, he punishes me..."

The bald man burst into tears and his words were slurred.

"You, you, what did you do to make your father unhappy?" Emperor Yunwu said softly, and he reached out and touched the bald man's head to comfort him.

This is one of the guardian spirit beasts she is familiar with on Wanling Mountain.

She also knows the character of this spirit beast. She is usually not good at talking and has an introverted personality. She doesn't like to play with other spirit beasts.

But his temperament is honest, so he can sometimes serve the Wanling Emperor, and sometimes pass some dossier work for Wanling Mountain, but most of the time he is alone, like a solid stone sitting in meditation on the mountain.

Of course, mistakes are made sometimes.

Emperor Yunwu slowly stretched out his hand.

But at this moment, the vague words of the bald man suddenly became clear.

"My lord said that if you can't kill Emperor Yunwu, then don't go back."

The sincere voice suddenly became cold and inexplicable.

"What?" Emperor Yun Wu was startled and stunned.

The bald man suddenly burst out.

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