Chapter 456

"Divine Phoenix Island was born with such a genius. I didn't expect it to fall to His Highness the Emperor. It's a pity."

"Seven Tianjiao, plus a few sealers to exchange his life, death is worth it."

Many cultivators in the distance looked at the blood-stained, swaying figure on the battlefield, with complicated expressions, whispered discussions, and showed regret.

That lonely figure looked a little pitiful and a little sad.

Many cultivators knew that this descendant of Divine Phoenix Island was about to die, and even the gods could not be saved!

Su Zimo's situation is really bad.

The left chest was pierced, blood was pouring out, the pipa bone on the back was also broken, and there was a huge wound in the abdomen, which was shocking.

Su Zimo can even feel that life is passing bit by bit!

Blood is still flowing.

Injuries in the body have no tendency or signs of healing.

This means that the injury on his body now exceeds the limit of the self-healing power of the flesh!

In front of him, the old monk of Wuxiang Temple and the sealer of the Illusory Demon Sect remained unattended.

Even if the two sealers watched with cold eyes, it wouldn't be long before the blood in his body would be drained, and he would die as well.

Su Zimo was dizzy and in a trance, as if a familiar blood-colored figure flashed past.

"Girl Butterfly..."

Subconsciously, Su Zimo called out softly.

There was no response, the figure in front turned slightly, frowned slightly, and glanced at him, with endless worry and pity in his eyes.

A faint fragrance came, Su Zimo's spirit was shocked, and he opened his eyes hard to look.

After being stunned for a while, Su Zimo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Not Butterfly Moon.

It's the Fairy Ji.

Excessive blood loss, blurred vision, and over the years, Su Zimo thought the pink dress on Fairy Ji was blood red.

"She... left long ago and won't come back."

"In the end, I still couldn't catch up with her, and I have no chance."

"Ugh."

Su Zimo sighed deeply, his body swayed, his eyelids were heavy, his will gradually sank, and he fell into the endless abyss...

At this moment, a voice came to his ears and pulled Su Zimo's consciousness back from the abyss of death!

"Two seniors, let him go."

This is the voice of Fairy Ji, right in front of Su Zimo.

"Witch, go away!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple walked slowly, exuding a terrifying aura, and shouted loudly.

"Even if the two seniors don't take action, he won't survive, so what's wrong with leaving him a corpse?"

Ji Yaojing did not leave, and her voice continued to sound: "Buddhist is merciful, why do you have to kill them all?"

"Only by killing him with your own hands, there will be no other variables."

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple was unmoved, his eyes flickered, and he said solemnly: "Demon girl, if you don't leave again, don't blame the poor monk for killing you together!"

After a short silence, Fairy Ji's voice sounded again.

"It's hard to obey."

These four words reveal a determination.

It was a determination that he knew he would die, and he would not waver or take a step back!

Su Zimo was moved.

Opposite her is the sealer.

The sealer who has been completely plunged into rage and can be killed by raising his hand!

Su Zimo did not expect that under such a situation, Fairy Ji would stand up and stand in front of him without hesitation, without flinching.

"This stupid woman."

Su Zimo's lips were squirming, and the sound was like mosquitoes and flies, inaudible.

"Well……"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple nodded, his face was expressionless, his eyes suddenly burst with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Since you are bent on dying, the poor monk will fulfill you!"

boom!

The golden core of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple was running, and the power of the golden core broke out.

"No sign!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple stretched out a finger and tapped it in the direction of Fairy Ji.

In an instant, the world shook!

Where is this finger.

It was clearly a stone pillar that reached the sky, with unbridled coercion, straddling the void, and roaring, as if to smash the fairy into pieces!

Su Zimo gritted his teeth and wanted to make a move to block this for Fairy Ji.

But he was so injured that he had no strength in his body and could not move at all.

Fairy Ji blinked her eyes, a little ripple appeared in her beautiful eyes, and a misty and charming light burst out, falling into the eyes of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple.

Ji Yaojing took off her veil, revealing a bright and flawless pretty face, and smiled sweetly.

Upside down all beings, charm the world!

Not to mention the old monk of Wuxiang Temple directly opposite, even many monks watching from a distance, all froze on the spot, with their mouths open, drooling without knowing it.

This series of actions is not just the eye of charm.

This has brought the power of "The Classic of Plain Women" to the extreme!

"Um?"

Although the old monk of Wuxiang Temple is a real person of Jindan, he has not practiced many secret techniques of King Kong Temple.

"go!"

At the same time, Fairy Ji made a move and threw out a streamer, which collided with the oncoming Wuxiangzhi.

boom!

A loud bang.

Fairy Ji's face changed greatly, her delicate body trembled, and she kept retreating.

Every time she took a step back, Fairy Ji would cough up a mouthful of blood, which was scarlet and dazzling!

Not everyone can resist the sealer with all-out strikes like Su Zimo.

If it wasn't for the spirit of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple, and the strength of Wuxiang's fingers being scattered a little, this one blow would be enough to smash the fairy into pieces, and Xiangxiaoyu died!

Even so, when Fairy Ji retreated step by step in front of Su Zimo, she was already severely injured, on the verge of dying, and the situation was critical.

Behind the old monk of Wuxiang Temple, there are cracks that bite people, cold and dark.

"Humph!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple looked gloomy and sneered: "Before dying, the poor monk will give you a big gift, let you be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate, and go to Huangquan together!"

Before he finished speaking, a flame popped out from the fingertips of the old monk of Wuxiang Temple, and came to the two of them in an instant.

The flame was crimson and bright, with a hint of pale gold mixed with it, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

Really hot!

Above the third-level spirit fire, is the real fire!

Only the real person of Jindan with the root of fire can cultivate true fire, which is enough to burn all the foundation-building cultivators, and even burn the pure-blooded beasts of the foundation-building realm to ashes!

Su Zimo's eyes jumped wildly.

He is an artifact refiner himself and controls the flame, so he naturally knows how powerful this real fire is.

Before, no sealer released real fire, just because they were not cultivators of Fire Spirit Root.

Su Zimo took a deep breath, tried his best, pushed the fairy Ji in front of him, and roared, "Let's go!"

call!

The flames fell on Su Zimo's body, and instantly soared, sweeping the whole body!

In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo became a burning man.