Yu Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "I am a dying person anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You can't beat me. If you want to survive, bring Liu Ze Shui." Yan Song looked at Yu Xian coldly and waved his hand in a silent threat.

"Can you understand what people are saying? I'm not even afraid of death, but I'm still afraid that you'll kill me. You're such a strange person. You're so confident when you ask someone to borrow something. Now I'm the one who's justified."

If Yu Xian didn't have what the Little King of Hell wanted, Zi Mo had every reason to believe that with Yu Xian's glaring look, he would have died at the hands of Yan Song. But now, Yan Song can only endure it.

.

"I heard that Yuxian has been worshiped for thousands of years, but how could you end up like this now?" Gun Mu came back to his senses from Liuying's armor. He looked at the desolate and lonely appearance of Jintang Village and couldn't help but speak.

asked.

"What's the matter? People in the world can believe in gods or forget about gods. Every god comes from glory and goes into oblivion. As you can see, I am now a desolate god who is not worshiped, and my magic power is mediocre.

No treasure."

Looking at it like this, the thunder just now was no longer a cover-up, but Yu Xian's true strength.

Zi Mo stood on the top of the mountain, looking back at the deserted village. The believers' faith and incense were getting less and less, and Yu Xian's magic power and existence would also dissipate. Zi Mo glanced at Yu Xian, and he saw the world.

, with an indifferent attitude.

"You guys come with me."

Yu Xian jumped lightly and came to a pool of water at the foot of the mountain. He held his face and stared melancholy at the almost dry pool. The sediment was accumulated on the edge of the pool, and even the mud was dry.

"This is the Liuze water you want. There isn't much left. I don't have much mana left, so I can only purify the last bit. I'm already an old man who lives thousands of years ago, so don't embarrass me anymore. I still want it.

Take advantage of this last bit of time to have fun."

Yuxian was lying in the pool, and a few dead leaves fell on his red gold face. He picked up the leaves, blew on them and threw them into the mud.

"These are simply not enough." Yan Song stared at Liuze Pond. He released his spiritual power on the water. Liuze Pond remained unmoved. The sediment was blown up and covered the pond. There was not much Liuze Water left.

It was completely swallowed up by the sand, with not a trace left. Yu Xian choked on the sand in his mouth.

"Since you can purify Liuze water, you must have a way now." Yan Song teleported in front of Yuxian and looked at him unceremoniously, as if he would not give up until he got something.

"Why should I help you? I have lived for so long and have nothing to fear at this age. No one can force me unless I want to." Yu Xian crossed his legs, ignoring the fierce look in Yan Song's eyes, and sat leisurely in Liuze.

By the pool, "Unless you beg me."

Yan Song snorted coldly and knocked Yuxian down into the Liuze water with a palm. Yuxian was stuck in the mud with his legs upturned. He pulled out his legs, and the luster on his armor was covered with dusty mud.

Yan Song will not kill Yuxian unless he can get Liuze Water.

"You have a bad temper. Such people often have short lives. You have to change it." Yu Xian didn't wipe the dirt on his face. He looked Yan Song up and down and continued: "Let's make a deal. You

Give me that little fairy and I will help you."

Yu Xian suddenly glanced over, and Zi Mo felt vaguely that something bad was about to happen. But she was too far away, and she couldn't hear anything clearly. However, Xiao Yanwang and Yu Xian seemed to be chatting peacefully, and rarely did they fight.

Kill kill.

"I received a message from the north. I'm going back to the north. Let's go first." Gunmu bowed to her and disappeared immediately.

There is very little news about the woman in armor here, and it is time for Gun Mu to return to his place. Zi Mo turned his attention to Yu Xian and Yan Song, who seemed to have not finished talking yet.

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Notification of book cutting

Sorry everyone

The data of this work is so discrepant that I am so disappointed that I suggest cutting it off. Taking all things into consideration, this work will not be written any further. The original plan was to finish it at 4 to 500,000 words, but now it seems that it can only be discontinued.

,Feel sorry
Chapter completed!