The battle between the two exquisite Dharma buildings has lasted for half a stick, and the aftermath is vast and lasting.
After countless entanglements and collisions, the terrifying pressure descended from the sky. Wherever it went, sand and rocks rolled, and the ground shook.
Suning woke up from a coma, confused and with a splitting headache.
The first thing he saw was the masked woman standing outside the cave, holding a long sword and looking intently into the distance into the void.
"here......"
Coughing softly, Suning shook his head vigorously.
He couldn't remember what happened before, and his mind went blank.
"She is not Yuhe."
The unfocused pupils slowly regained focus, and Suning struggled to climb to the left rock wall.
He gasped loudly, and a cold air filled his body.
It hurts, it hurts so much that I don’t want to live.
It seemed that every breath he took was involved in injuries to his internal organs, making him feel like he had been pierced by thousands of arrows and was suffering endless pain from being trampled by thousands of horses.
My eyesight turned black and the world was spinning.
Suning trembled as she reached for the Qiankun bag and randomly rummaged through a dozen small ceramic jars.
No matter what kind of elixir it was or what effect it had, he stuffed it all into his mouth, mixed it with the blood in his mouth, and forcefully swallowed it into his stomach.
"is that useful?"
The voice of teasing sounded in my ears, and the next moment, the masked woman walked into the cave without knowing when.
Holding a long sword in her hand, she used the tip of the sword to pick up Suning's Qiankun bag and said, "I forgot that there is also a peerless killing move at the seventh level of the Semi-Saint."
"What a pity, you will never have the chance to use it again."
"Do you know why?"
Smiling and leaning over, she grabbed Suning by the shoulders and threw her out of the cave, saying, "Watch carefully, your self-proclaimed dragon and phoenix image is about to disappear."
"Roar."
The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world, and the phantoms of the dragon and phoenix retreated steadily.
Under the suppression of the Ancestral Dragon Dharma, its aura became messy, and it even showed faint signs of exhaustion.
The waves of fire in the sky gradually weakened, turning from purple to red, and their power was no longer as powerful as before.
The masked woman said proudly: "Did you see it?"
"In two minutes at most, the dragon and phoenix will be completely devoured by the ancestral dragon."
"At that time, as the current master of dragon and phoenix, do you, Suning, still have the qualifications?"
"boom."
With a kick, she stabbed out her long sword ruthlessly and said: "The ancestor's intention is that you will never be able to turn over."
"Go back to China and be your mortal, and stop thinking about the path of sainthood that does not belong to you."
"Pfft."
The long sword pierced Suning's Dantian and penetrated to the end.
Then, the sharp sword energy that contained the perfection of the seventh-level masked Jurchen Immortal exploded within Suning's body.
All the bones in the body were broken and all the meridians were severed.
"ah."
The latter screamed hysterically, and the immortal power gathered in his dantian immediately collapsed, and blood splattered.
"Destroy your Dantian, break your bones, cut off your meridians, and destroy your Qi orifices."
"Suning, sparing you life is not because I am merciful, but because my ancestor wants you to survive and not to die."
"You, accept your fate."
With a cold smile, she strode out, no longer caring about the disabled Suning, and turned her gaze to the void again.
The phantom of the dragon and phoenix was dim and dull, and it had reached the point where the oil was exhausted.
On the other hand, Zulong is as powerful as a rainbow, and becomes more and more courageous as he fights.
The masked woman said happily: "With this heaven-defying Dharma sign, why worry about not entering the path of a saint?"
"I just don't know who can be better than me or the life-knowing tree carried by Su Xinglan?"
"A saint is born the day after tomorrow? Oh, then you must have the ability to live until that day."