Jumang's spiritual world is the world of spring and the paradise of life. Here, peach blossoms are blooming on the branches, butterflies are flying and making love, streams are gurgling like singing pendants, and shepherd boys are riding cows with crazy eyes.
The shepherd boy rode a green bull and waved his willow whip constantly.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
The spring breeze is the overture, and the spring rain is the music from all directions.
Wherever the wind and rain pass, the mountains are covered with beauty and the rivers and lakes are clear blue.
"cut!"
A loud shout resounded throughout Jumang's spiritual world.
The shepherd boy was so surprised that he patted the green cow.
"Moo!" The green bull stepped up to the sky, and the shepherd boy whipped his willow whip toward the sky with a whistling sound.
"witch!"
Another loud shout rang out, it was the witches from the Xingtian Department shouting, it was the witches from the Dayue Department shouting, it was the shamans from the Thunder Department shouting... it was thousands of witches shouting at the same time.
This loud shout made Gou Mang's spiritual world begin to shake, the spring breeze stopped, and the spring rain stopped.
The wind and rain have subsided, Newton's feet are as green as the sky, and facing the shouts of thousands of witches, the willow whip in the hands of the shepherd boy cannot be whipped no matter what.
This is the Heart-Slaying of Ten Thousand Witches!
"spirit!"
A loud shout came up again, it was the roar of a fox, the roar of a lion, the howl of a wolf, the anger of a bear, the chirping of a crane...it was the roar of thousands of spiritual beasts.
As the shouts rang out, peach blossoms fluttered and fell, butterflies fell and turned into soil, and the gurgling streams gradually dried up...
This is the heart-cutting of all souls!
The shepherd boy's eyes were as red as blood and he was furious: "How dare you, an ant, bully me!"
Ants? What about ants?
Bullying you? I dare to kill you!
In the sky, there is a sword shining brightly across the sky and earth, with killing intent spreading in all directions.
The light of the sword becomes yin and yang, and the killing intent divides life and death!
A nine-foot long sword fell from the sky.
The yin and yang of life and death are its blades, and the shaman's soul and heart are its peaks. Its power is unstoppable!
Difficult! Difficult! Very difficult!
The situation of the shepherd boy is even more difficult at this time!
Even though he was extremely furious, he could not move his willow whip and could only watch helplessly as the sword fell from the sky!
This sword is very strong and really difficult to block.
But can the shepherd boy stop it? Can Jumang stop it?
Of course it can be blocked!
But he couldn't block it, and he didn't dare to block it.
This sword is the Yin Yang Heart Sword, the Life and Death Heart Sword, the All Spirits Heart Sword, and the Ten Thousand Witches Heart Sword!
Jumang can block the Yin Yang Heart Sword, crush the Life and Death Heart Sword, and destroy the All Souls Heart Sword, but it can never block the nine-foot long sword that uses the hearts and minds of millions of witches as its edge.
This is the heart and will of all witches.
A shaman, with a waist as straight as Pangu, stands tall and brave, fights in all directions, and never surrenders.
If Ju Mang dares to break the heart sword that has been integrated into the heart of Wan Wu, then he will use the body of the ancestral witch to break Wan Wu's spine, destroy Wan Wu's will, and destroy Wan Wu's mental power!
How can he stop this!
The original intention of Wanwu is to protect the spiritual master recognized by them.
But Mingyu, as a spiritual master, forcibly used this mental power to integrate into this heart-cutting sword, just for this moment!
To capture the thief, capture the king first; to kill the witch, kill the heart first!
The shepherd boy's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was full of hatred: "Okay! Very good!"
He stopped swinging his whip and clapped the green ox down to directly face the long sword.
Mingyu treated him coldly. He knew that Gou Mang would not retreat. This was the pride of the ancestral witch and the pride that a man who was half a step above the level of the Greatest Power of Heaven and Earth should have when facing him, the Taiyi Golden Immortal.
"puff!"
A sword penetrated the shepherd boy's heart. He slipped off the back of the green bull, fell into the sky, and fell beside a dry stream.
A trickle of green blood flowed from his heart and merged into a dry stream.
"Ahem~" The shepherd boy coughed repeatedly, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and struggled to get up.
He looked around and saw that the vitality was half desolate, and the beautiful mountains and rivers were in ruins.
The shepherd boy in the inner world and the Jumang in the outer world have endless murderous intent in their eyes.
"You deserve to die!"
Unless you die, my heart will not be at ease! It will be difficult for our clan to prosper!
Mingyu sighed.
Sword of the Heart, Sword of the Heart, uses the heart as the sword. That sword is not only integrated into the hearts of all witches and spirits, but also his mental power is integrated into it.
At this moment, Mingyu's mental strength was nearly exhausted and he could no longer slash the Heart Sword a second time.
As for the spiritual treasures, the innate spiritual treasures in the body of the ancestral witch are difficult to damage, not to mention that Mingyu has not yet entered the Tao, so a spiritual treasure cannot exert its maximum power, and it will not be able to deal with Gou Mangli!
Otherwise, why would Mingyu kill Wu Xin with his heart sword?
Between heaven and earth.
There is no wind, the eight extremes are silent;
There is no rain, it is dark and deserted;
There is no spring color, everyone will be killed in all directions!
Mingyu felt that life was passing away again. Even if the white jade bracelet suppressed the spiritual platform, it could not stop it. Half of the world of the white spiritual platform was in ruins, and the leaves of the path of life were falling.
"Hey! This ancestral witch is really difficult to deal with." The young man sneered, "Jumang, fix your witch heart quickly, I will kill you next time!"
Jumanzu Wu heard this and sneered: "Haha~ next time?"
A whip will kill you!
Mingyu didn't panic, turned his left hand, and a small bronze mirror appeared.
As the Bagua runes on it flowed, Mingyu's figure disappeared from the spot.
"Roar!"
Jumang's body exploded into the sky, like a mountain-thick willow whip whipping into the void.
"You deserve to die!"
…
At the moment Mingyu escaped, Nuwa, who had already reached the northern part of the ancient wilderness, suddenly looked south!
He was filled with murderous aura, making the world feel heavy and heavy. Taoist Tengshe and Taoist Cangli who were accompanying him could not breathe.
"Sister!" Fuxi called to Nuwa.
They met in a thousand years.
Nuwa turned back and stared at Fuxi. Fuxi refused to look directly at her. He couldn't move now!
The red clouds rolled over the sky, the heavenly sword was unsheathed, and Hong Yi slashed into the void with two swords.
Then she moved on without looking back.
Taoist Cangli and Taoist Tengshe looked at each other, looked south, and together they mourned for the unknown saint.
Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief, glanced southward with an unclear expression, turned around and caught up with Nuwa.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
There was an ancestral shaman with the head of a human and the body of a dragon, his whole body red, sitting upright with his eyes straight.
Zhu Jiuyin stood upright and the boy was tightly closed, the sky and the earth were dark, there was red cloud surging in his eyes, and the blades were criss-crossing.
"Hey~" A sigh lingered for a long time.
In the south of the ancient wilderness, the two dragons under Jumang's feet were beheaded again, the willow whip as thick as a mountain was broken, and the blue blood stained the sky.
He was injured more and more, looking northward with hatred. Finally, he had no choice but to turn around and return to the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The ancient southwest.
Mingyu put away the broken bronze mirror and muttered, "I'll use it anyway."
However, Mingyu has no regrets. This was originally used by Fuxi to save Mingyu's life, and now it can be regarded as making the best use of it.
After all, the best thing is for a person to be alive. If the spirit treasure is gone, then you can practice again.
Mingyu looked inside himself, the five treasures were broken, the furnace of life in the yellow court on his chest was damaged, half the wall of the spiritual platform was covered with dust, and the leaves of the path of life kept falling.
Only the Taoist Tree of Nirvana under the Yin and Yang soil was not damaged at all, but grew stronger!
"The Tao tree that represents death really has to die once before you can grow!"
Mingyu couldn't stop laughing, this time he almost fell down!
His current aura of death is much stronger than that of anger.