The 'God Envoy' opened his eyes wide in disbelief. How could he be killed with just one move?
His body was dead and his soul was still alive, but he watched helplessly as the spiritual energy in his body began to surge. Spiritual energy, luck, and blood all rushed toward the man.
In the end, the 'God Envoy' turned into withered bones, and his soul disappeared from the world, falling on the road of exile and becoming one of many withered bones.
As for the man's whole body, his aura is even stronger.
He absorbed all the spiritual power from the 'God Envoy'.
"Death Moon."
Sang Luo clenched the sword in his hand, his spiritual energy gathered on the sword body, and there was a coldness in his eyes.
"It's really you!"
A fire phoenix emerged from the sword body and headed towards the kill——
Dead Moon looked at Sang Luo, a faint smile overflowed from the corners of her lips,
"Quite smart."
He thought that his pretense was so perfect that even if he followed her into the Heaven-Destroying Dao Sect, it wouldn't be a problem.
But this little girl actually saw through his disguise.
She is quite smart, but what a pity. This little girl is not very polite.
When those people in the upper realm heard his name, they were as frightened as a mouse seeing a cat.
But she clearly knew that he was the devil, yet she was not afraid at all.
This made him very dissatisfied!
"A man appears here. What, where is Shuo Feng? Were you killed?"
Not only was Sang Luo not afraid, but he was also able to make fun of him.
The thing in the Demon Temple that day must have been the scapegoat incarnated by the Twelve Demon Emperors.
Shuofeng never showed up, so she had always suspected this matter, but she just didn't have the time or space to explore it.
There was a cold smile in Death Moon's eyes,
"That's right, he was killed by me."
He was probably killed.
After all, that thing that was neither human nor demon was dead.
Sang Luo sneered, gathered wild fire, and launched his killing move again,
"How ungrateful!"
Shuofeng saved him, but he killed him instead.
Dead Moon didn't care about this, and the devil's breath surged out. A long sword transformed into his hand, and he took Sang Luo's sword.
In fact, it's not like he killed Shuo Feng.
Although the monster who was neither human nor demon died, the physical person survived.
He did not strip Shuo Feng of his human flesh and blood, but removed the demonic bones from his body to help his body survive the calamity and become an immortal.
He gave Shuo Feng the road he once clearly wanted to take but failed to take.
After all, that guy sacrificed his life and his entire clan to set up this situation for him and help him escape, so naturally he wanted to fulfill his last wish.
But he never thought that that cold-hearted, heartless, ungrateful guy who had harmed his mentor would actually pay so much for a monster that was a hybrid of human and demon.
Risk your life, risk everything, just for an insignificant person.
It's really, really sad.
However, Death Moon didn't really want to refute Sang Luo's words.
Ungrateful, these four words are quite appropriate to describe him.
The fire phoenix traveled violently in the sky, forming a huge shadow of the Dharma behind the girl.
The corners of Dead Moon's lips were slightly raised, and the demonic aura gathered behind her, and a hairlike shadow hundreds of meters high also condensed behind her.
In the sky, the two people were fighting hand to hand, and the coercion emanating from the confrontation between the two figures behind them instantly razed the ancient forest to the ground.
Zhang Jianting was stunned for a moment when he saw the phantom of Death Moon.
"That's the black phoenix!"
The black phoenix is rumored to be an immortal bird from hell.