While Qin Zheng attacked the towering mountain transformed by Zi Lian, Zi Lian's talent to absorb the power of life has not stopped, but it has been absorbing the power of Qin Zheng's life, but it is still absorbing the vitality of Qin Zheng's cell. Who made Qin Zheng's body strong and powerful? Zi Lian's talent to absorb the power of life can only absorb the vitality of Qin Zheng's surface. But soon, because Qin Zheng's epidermal cells have been killed by Zi Lian's talent to absorb the power of life. What's more important is that Qin Zheng's trump card, that is, his trump card that sacrifices his own flesh and blood for improvement, also consumes the cells in Qin Zheng's body at the same time, and this provides great help to Zi Lian's talent to absorb the power of life in a deeper manner!
But when Qin Zheng, who was originally handsome and extraordinary, turned into a dry firewood in a blink of an eye, his eye sockets were deep, skinny and bony, and his huge skeleton was about to stand out. It looked like he was malnutrition for a long time. It looked so terrifying and terrifying!
However, although his appearance changed a lot, and it could even be said to have completely changed, Qin Zheng's attack did not change at all. The continuous attacks continued to hit the towering mountain that had transformed into Zi Lian. Deep pits hundreds of feet deep were densely arranged on the mountain, and the number was still increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The huge pressure became more and more terrifying as the towering mountain approached. This terrifying pressure kept oppressing Qin Zheng's body. Even though Qin Zheng's body had been trained to be extremely powerful and terrifying, under the pressure of this huge pressure, blood was still inevitably flowing out of the seven orifices. Cooperating with Qin Zheng's deep eyes and skinny appearance, it seemed even more terrifying. I believe that as long as a life with poor psychological quality saw Qin Zheng's appearance at this time, it would be scared to death. It was really terrifying.
The body of the glass-colored body shrank like a Buddha. The flesh and blood in Qin Zheng's body had almost disappeared, leaving only a layer of skin on the surface, and was close to the glass-colored bones. From a distance, he would definitely think that Qin Zheng was a monster with a skeleton becoming a monster at this time.
However, not only Qin Zheng looks miserable, but the purple lotus is also extremely miserable now. The lotus seat of the body can also be said to be the towering mountain transformed into by the body. At this time, it looks very strange. The originally unattainable and solemn mountain is covered with deep pits hundreds of feet deep. In some places, you can see the scenery on the other side from one side of the mountain. At first glance, it looks quite like corals under the sea that have been washed countless times by the sea water, but there are holes everywhere.
Therefore, it is better to say that the two are competing for their own magical powers at this time to compete with who has stronger vitality and who can persevere until the end.
However, one thing is that whether it is winning or losing, Zi Lian has to give his life. The difference is that if he wins, then even if he dies, he will feel that death is valuable and meaningful; but if he loses, it will be a blow to him. The heaven-defying magical power he has used has not left Qin Zheng. Then, after that, Qin Zheng may have to kill many innate demon clans in this world. Therefore, even if he dies, Zi Lian's heart is still full of regrets and regrets! He hated himself why he was unable to kill Qin Zheng!
Not to mention these unknown things, in addition to the terrifying pressure brought to Qin Zheng by the towering mountain and the innate ability of Zi Lian to absorb the power of life, the one hundred and eight purple-gold lotus petals on the purple lotus body turned into a big sword, but the lotus seat in the purple lotus body turned into this towering mountain, became sharp at the same time.
But the next moment, these 108 big swords not only did not slash at Qin Zheng, but instead confronted each other. One hundred and eight big swords actually fought against each other, and the big sword that was defeated was swallowed by the big sword that was defeated. After swallowing the big sword that was defeated, the big sword that was defeated seemed even sharper and shining brightly.
While the towering mountain transformed by the purple lotus body was about to press on Qin Zheng, the battle between the 108 big swords below was finally over. Even though it did not move, its intimidating sharpness was that the purple sword that had easily split the void of the world appeared in the local area. On the blade of the purple sword, there were pocket purple lotus flowers, adding a sense of mystery to the purple sword.
As soon as the purple long sword was formed, it shook his swords covered with pocket lotus and rushed towards Qin Zheng's place. The sharp blade slashed down towards Qin Zheng's head. The intimidating aura was like invisible long swords. It was deeply trapped with Qin Zheng's eyes, and the head that had no flesh and blood collided, causing a metallic impact.
Although Qin Zheng was trying his best to fight against the tremendous pressure from the oppression of this towering mountain and the innate ability to absorb the power of life against Zi Lian, Qin Zheng had already noticed him at the moment when the purple long sword was formed, because Qin Zheng had to pay attention to him. The terrifying edge of this purple long sword was like a dazzling light in the darkness, making it difficult for him not to pay attention to him.
However, although he had a general idea of the power of this purple sword, when he faced him, to be precise, facing the power of the sharp edge of the purple sword itself, which was approaching before it arrived, Qin Zheng was still shocked. For a moment, Qin Zheng quickly raised the threat of this purple sword to a level of great pressure brought by the towering mountain above the head. Not to mention anything else, the intimidating sharpness made Qin Zheng feel numb on his scalp. If the body of the purple sword was cut up, it can be imagined that even if Qin Zheng's head would not be split in half, it would definitely happen if it was split.