Chapter 345 Last Words

The thunder and cold accumulated in Jun Lingtian's body became more and more, and his movements became slower and slower.

Finally, he could not bear it anymore, fell into a state of stiffness, and was penetrated by sword lights.

A quarter of an hour later, he was like a sieve, with ice covering his charred skin, and the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand could not be held steadily.

Luo Xue was equivalent to transferring the cold and thunder on her body to him, but Jun Lingtian did not have Luo Xue's physique.

Luo Xue held Zhenyuan and looked at Jun Lingtian, who was like a hero at the end of his life, and said in a deep voice: "Holy Emperor Lingtian, do you have any last words to say?"

As long as she triggered the thunder and ice power in Jun Lingtian's body, Jun Lingtian would die.

Jun Lingtian grinned and said: "Last words? It's too early!"

Lin Fengmian said anxiously: "Be careful!"

But it was too late. The dying Jun Lingtian suddenly snorted coldly: "Shake the God!"

Luo Xue only felt that a powerful divine power shook the sea of ​​consciousness, and the whole person was confused and fell into chaos.

"Demon Shedding, Retaining Form!"

The eyes of the Sword Saint Ling Tian on the opposite side were filled with murderous intent, and his immobile charred body suddenly emitted golden light.

A red-gold illusory figure flew out from him, but it was Jun Lingtian's soul that left his body.

He looked cold, and with his fingers forming a sword, he rushed towards Luo Xue with flames all over the sky and sword energy soaring into the sky.

Lin Fengmian hurriedly replaced Luo Xue on the ship, gathered the last of his strength, and touched Zhenyuan with a touch, triggering the killing move in Jun Lingtian's body.

"Burial of the Immortal!"

Endless thunder and cold air were released from Jun Lingtian's body, completely cutting off his life.

But even if his physical body died, it could not change the fact that his soul rushed towards Lin Fengmian like a jade and stone.

Lin Fengmian had no choice but to watch him pointing at his forehead with blazing flames and sword energy.

Although Jun Lingtian was dead, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Jun Lingtian's hand, which formed a sword, stopped on Lin Fengmian's forehead, and a trace of regret and relief flashed in his eyes.

He could have died with Lin Fengmian, but at the last moment, he took the initiative to disperse all his strength.

The raging flames turned into sparks, blowing past Lin Fengmian with warm wind, without hurting him at all.

His soul laughed sarcastically: "Boy, a tiger fighting a rabbit still goes all out, let alone a killing saint?"

"Where do you get the confidence to give me a chance to say your last words? This is the last lesson I will teach you, never hold back."

Lin Fengmian was speechless. If it were him, he would naturally not make such a mistake, but it was Luo Xue who thought she had a sure win.

"Are you scared?"

Jun Lingtian laughed, and the hand on his forehead flicked his fingers, and Lin Fengmian's mask shattered instantly, revealing his true face.

"Sure enough, he is handsome, no wonder he can win the hearts of my two daughters."

His soul returned to the dead body and slowly dissipated.

Lin Fengmian knew that Luo Xue's life was safe, so he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

The burden of the sword just now was too great for him, and he didn't even have the strength to continue watching.

Luo Xue came back to her senses and took over the body, looking at Jun Lingtian with complicated eyes.

"Why did the Holy Emperor hold back in the end?"

Even if Jun Lingtian couldn't kill her, he could still injure her and keep her in Junlin City.

"Why did you give me a chance to say my last words? Just consider it as a return of favor."

"It's meaningless to drag you to death, it's better to do you a favor."

"You don't have to feel that you owe me. We are competing fairly, and the winner is the king. It's my inferior skills!"

"If you don't give me a chance to say my last words, I won't have a chance to make a move, we are even."

He really didn't hate Lin Fengmian, and even thanked him for letting him die in a blazing battle instead of dying in a lingering state.

As for how the world laughs at him, what does it have to do with him?

He adheres to the principle of the survival of the fittest. If you are worse than me, then take it!

If Lin Fengmian is not as skilled as others, then he will not be polite to take Lin Fengmian's life.

Luo Xue raised her hand to condense an ice mask again, and put away the domain with a complicated look.

She was taught from a young age that all the people in Beiming were demon cultivators and that anyone could kill them.

In addition, in this world, seizing the throne is a matter of course and convention.

Even in the righteous way, as long as you are not afraid of being hated by the other sect, you can challenge and seize the throne.

So Luo Xue never hesitated to kill Jun Lingtian and seize the throne.

This is the education and philosophy she received from childhood.

But at this moment, she was inevitably shaken.

Are the demon cultivators really as vicious as she imagined?

Did she do something wrong?

As the dual domains of darkness and ice and snow disappeared, only the dazzling Holy Fire Imperial Court remained between heaven and earth, with golden light stretching for thousands of miles and illuminating all directions.

The people below were confused and cheered: "Great, the Holy Emperor won!"

"I said the Holy Emperor couldn't lose, long live the Holy Emperor!"

"His Majesty the Holy Emperor has never lost in his life, how could he lose!"

Jun Chengye couldn't help but laugh and said: "Great, long live father, who the hell just said that father would lose?"

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Amid the cheers of the whole city, only Jun Yunshang's tears fell, and she cried: "Young Master Ye..."

Jun Fengya's eyes dimmed, she didn't know who she hoped would win, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She sighed: "Even you can't continue to create miracles?"

Amid the cheers, someone suddenly said in horror: "Look at the sky, the Holy Emperor's domain is collapsing?"

After being reminded by him, the others discovered that the Holy Fire Imperial Court Realm in the sky was indeed collapsing.

"It must be an illusion. How could the Holy Emperor be defeated?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I must be dreaming!"

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But the heavenly fires kept falling from the sky and the collapsing Holy Fire Imperial Court domain said silently, Holy Emperor Lingtian was defeated!

Each of the ministers looked like they were mourning their heirs, and many of them knelt down in disbelief as they looked at the realm disappearing in the sky.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

As we all know, the domain will dissipate only after the death of the domain owner.

At this moment, the Holy Fire Imperial Court domain collapsed, indicating that Holy Emperor Lingtian had died and could no longer maintain the domain.

"Get up, my father will not lose!"

Jun Chengye lost his temper and picked up the kneeling person and shouted angrily: "Get up, you are cursing my father!"

He had always been gentle and gentle, punching and kicking the man, and roared: "I want my father to kill all nine of your clans, get up quickly."

"Get up, you treacherous ministers and traitors, there is no way my father will lose. This is just that person's illusion!"

But no matter how he roared, it could not change the fact that the Holy Fire Imperial Court in the sky collapsed.

The flames falling from the sky turned into golden light and dissipated the moment they hit the ground. The spiritual energy in the sky fed back to the heaven and the earth, turning into a rain of spiritual energy and falling down.

The Holy Fire Imperial Court dispersed, and everyone finally saw the scene in the sky.

I saw Ye Xuefeng standing with a sword, outstanding and like an immortal.

However, the Holy Emperor Lingtian's vitality was cut off, his body was charred black, and his soul was constantly dissipating, turning into bits of golden light and flying away.

Jun Lingtian's bold voice spread in all directions: "Jun Yan, there is no need to grieve or take revenge for this emperor. I fought this battle happily!"

"My skills are inferior to others, but I have to admit my defeat! According to the agreement, this Flame Emperor Sword belongs to you, and this world also belongs to you!"

Luo Xue shook her head with a complicated expression and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in imperial power. Please hire someone else."

A look of disappointment flashed in Jun Lingtian's eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

His charred body was shattered into pieces, and golden blood flowed from the cracks, constantly flowing towards the Flame Emperor Sword in his hand.

He is sacrificing his life's strength into the Flame Emperor Sword, leaving it to the next owner of this sword.

Jun Lingtian raised the Flame Emperor Sword that condensed his remaining cultivation, and said weakly: "I have no time, how about you choose a new Holy Emperor for me?"