Zhuo Yifan glanced at Qing Xuan painfully. He knew that the pure soul of this kind-hearted girl, who looked cold on the outside but was lively and lovely on the inside, had been imprisoned by Shen Moyun.
But he really couldn't compromise because of this.
No one understands the terror of the Qianji Clan better than Zhuo Yifan. Even Mo Chen changes his expression when talking about them. Just like their creed, they will never tell the truth to others. If their words can be believed, sow
They can probably climb trees.
He was very sure that if he really agreed to give up the Heaven-Sealing Order to her, then no one, including himself, would be able to survive.
What's more, the devil's heart is integrated with his heart, and the Heaven-Sealing Monument is closely connected with his soul consciousness. No treasure can be separated unless Zhuo Yifan dies.
"By blowing yourself up, you save me the trouble, so I can be more confident about killing you completely."
"You are so stubborn even when you are about to die, I will show you my determination."
Shen Moyun sneered: "Stand where you are, explode!"
He dodged on the spot, pounced directly on Zhuo Yifan, and started to self-destruct.
"Wochao, this old witch is so cruel, she is the property of labor and capital!"
Zhuo Yifan's heart was bleeding, and with a thought, another third-grade spiritual vein began to burn, turning into huge power on the Xuanwu Divine Armor.
The Xuanwu Divine Armor is indeed one of the greatest masterpieces in the world of weapon refining. The greater the power of the main body, the stronger the effect it can exert.
The power generated instantly by the burning of this third-grade spiritual vein is comparable to a strike from a true immortal. However, the Xuanwu Divine Armor swallows it without any discomfort. Instead, it perfectly emits this huge power and forms an indestructible defense.
Even if a master of the Mahayana stage self-destructs, he cannot be touched at all.
The explosion on the spot caused the entire barrier to shake violently, and Shen Moyun spurted out several mouthfuls of blood.
This counter-shock force was also a heavy load on her.
With the help of the master's self-destruction, Shen Moyun seemed to have the upper hand again, suppressing Zhuo Yifan to the point of collapse.
Zhuo Yifan had a sad face and looked very painful.
His pain is not pretending, but real distress.
What a precious third-grade spiritual vein!
Zhuo Yifan only has 6 third-grade spiritual veins. Spiritual veins of this level are very rare. Even the Immortal Spirit Sect only has a few second-grade spiritual veins.
But every time Shen Moyun's clone explodes, Zhuo Yifan is consumed.
Zhuo Yifan was really glad that he had gained a lot in Sanxian Star, otherwise he would have become a corpse at this moment.
Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was still alive, Shen Moyun was almost numb with shock.
Every time the self-destruction clone stimulates power, it is a big load on her. If possible, she really wants the remaining two clones to explode at the same time, killing Zhuo Yifan.
But she can't. If the two clones explode themselves, Zhuo Yifan will certainly not be able to survive, but her barrier will definitely not escape the fate of collapse.
Now it's like she's taking a gamble.
Bet on how long Zhuo Yifan can persist.
Will he fall down before his clone completely self-destructs?
But the ending disappointed her again.
Zhuo Yifan persisted again, but the energy in her barrier was insufficient again, and she was about to be unable to trap Zhuo Yifan.
boom!
Another clone dedicated all his strength.
Zhuo Yifan looked sad and burned a third-grade spiritual vein, but the two were still at a stalemate.
boom!
The four brothers of the original family died.
Zhuo Yifan still stands tall.
"How is it possible...how is it possible! What kind of monster are you?" Shen Moyun almost collapsed, looking at Zhuo Yifan and screaming.
Zhuo Yifan is really proud of being able to push a Qianji clan member to the edge of collapse.
Looking at the remaining Qing Xuan, Shen Moyun's eyes were complicated, as if he was struggling in the end.
"Zhuo Yifan, you forced me to do this." Shen Moyun shouted frantically: "You monster, you must not be a simple human being. No human being can achieve this in the Mahayana period. I will put all my efforts in today.
"
Zhuo Yifan looked at Shen Moyun and felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.
The next moment, Shen Moyun rushed directly towards Zhuo Yifan.
She opened her hands, extended her arms infinitely, and hugged Zhuo Yifan fiercely.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes narrowed, what does Shen Moyun want to do? Doesn't it mean that she still doesn't want to stop now?
Doesn’t it mean that the people of the Qianji Clan will always leave a way out when they do anything and will never put themselves in desperate situations?
Shen Moyun's body was like plastic that could be spread infinitely, turning into a big ball and wrapping Zhuo Yifan.
Tsk!
It was as if Zhuo Yifan had been swallowed into her stomach, but her stomach suddenly burned and turned into a furnace.
The temperature that erupted at this moment was comparable to that of the Three Flavors True Fire.
"Zhuo Yifan, I am willing to destroy this body that I am most proud of just to kill you. You are proud of me. The materials used in this body are all products of the fairy world. It was originally enough to support me to ascend to the fairy world, but for you, now I
It can only destroy him."
Shen Moyun's voice was full of hatred: "Zhuo Yifan, if you can survive, I will make you endure the most cruel punishment in the world forever."
"I am the opposite of you. If you can survive, I will definitely kill you."
"Zhuo Yifan, you can never kill me in this life." Shen Moyun looked extremely confident.
Zhuo Yifan laughed and said, "You are at the end of your rope. I really want to know where you will live if you lose this clone."
When these words came out, Zhuo Yifan's heart flashed with coldness, and his whole body became ice-cold.
He suddenly understood why Shen Moyun said this!
Qingxuan!
That was a clone that Zhuo Yifan could never bear and could not kill!
Whoosh!
The flames continued to burn Zhuo Yifan.
Under the scorching heat of the three flavors of real fire, Zhuo Yifan let out bursts of painful groans.
Shen Moyun laughed strangely and said: "The flames erupted from the burning of the materials coming to the immortal world are no match for the real fire of the three flavors. No creature in the lower world can withstand such a calcination. Zhuo Yifan, this is my last resort. You
If I still don’t die, it will only prove that I am the most unlucky Qianji tribesman in history.”
"You are not only the unluckiest Qianji clan member, but also the stupidest one." Zhuo Yifan sneered disdainfully: "You didn't even know the details of your opponent, so you used all your trump cards. This battle will never end.
You lost from the beginning."
"No... no, I don't believe it. You are just a super lucky person from a lower plane. How can you resist the attack of the fairy world?"
Shen Moyun screamed in horror, feeling unwilling and angry.
Although Zhuo Yifan felt uncomfortable, the defensive power of the Xuanwu Divine Armor, supported by a large number of spiritual veins, was extremely astonishing.
The three flavors of true fire may be fatal to ordinary monks, but in front of Zhuo Yifan, it is greatly reduced.