Gengjin Mo continued to roar with anger, and his attacks became more and more fierce and cruel.
It stepped on the golden light, bathed in the torrent of sharp blades and rushed forward, forcing Duanmuchunhe to retreat continuously.
The unique decaying charm of death slowly flows along the lines of flesh and blood, causing Gengjin Mo to fall into an extreme state of madness.
Those demons that had not yet had time to evacuate were slaughtered on the spot by the tyrannical Gengjin Mo, and their bodies were torn into pieces easily like cicada wings.
Only Duanmu Chunhe, still struggling with his face flushed, was like a green boat in the huge waves, swaying forward with difficulty.
"Everyone, don't just sit back and watch, hurry up and support me!" Duanmuchunhe let out an angry and restless roar, spitting out brilliant light from his palms, spawning a large number of verdant vines and flowers, crowded and ferocious, struggling forward, crowding to resist Gengjin Moo.
Continuous attacks.
However, in the face of Duanmu Chunhe's roar, the group of monsters in the distance remained indifferent and turned a deaf ear.
His many betrayals have brought his reputation to the bottom. Even the minions in the True Immortal Realm disdain to be associated with him, so how can they take the initiative to help?
Feeling his predicament, Duanmuchunhe's eyes were full of despair, and he tossed and turned in the terrifying attack, trying to buy himself some breathing time.
As time went by, his roar became duller and hoarse, and gradually disappeared.
He stumbled while escaping, and his spirit became even more depressed. Especially the dryness and stiffness in his chest made it extremely painful for him to even breathe.
He is too old.
The vicissitudes of time have turned into countless sharp knives, cutting holes in the body and making it exhausted.
In the wave of Gengjin Mo's killing spree, Duanmuchunhe gradually became exhausted, felt dizzy, and suddenly his expression became trance-like.
"Senior Duanmu, be careful!" At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the distance.
Duanmuchunhe quickly exhaled and his vision returned to clarity. Before he could look back, he was greeted by murderous intent.
"No, go back!"
Two green breezes suddenly filled the air, flowing under the feet, mixed with thin willow leaves flying.
However, at the moment when he was about to speed up, the spiritual power in his body suddenly retreated, and he staggered and fell to his knees.
Spiritual power is exhausted!
Phew!
In an instant, Gengjin Moo rushed out boldly, and his sharp and brilliant horns penetrated Duanmu Chunhe's chest directly.
"Help..." Duanmuchunhe let out a dull roar.
Before he could say anything, his internal organs were instantly crushed by Gengjin Mo, and blood flowed out from the seven orifices.
Ha!
Duanmuchun gritted his teeth and used his last strength to support countless star fragments, forming tens of thousands of shields around him, turning into majestic purple mountains, guarding his body in the depths.
Gengjin Mo let out an angry roar, his body burning with flames, and he charged crazily towards the stars and mountains.
After just a few breaths, the mountain was shattered by the impact, revealing Duanmu Chunhe curled up in the depths.
He was already dying, but his sense of survival was extremely strong. He struggled to activate various small skills and turned into various defensive methods to protect his body.
Rock spells, bark spells, grass puppets, steel and iron bones... a large number of weak spells were consumed, exuding a faint light, covering Duanmu Chunhe's body, but it was still unable to withstand the impact of Gengjin Moo.
The battlefield is dripping with blood.
Gengjin Mo did not care about life and death, went completely crazy, and directed all his anger at Duanmu Chunhe.
"Hiss, this strange beast is so terrifying, it's really scary!"
"Haha, Gengjin Mo is a slave raised by the palace. His strength is not as good as that of a normal golden immortal, but he is of ancient blood after all. Who can stop him if he fights for his life?"
"Duanmu Chunhe's temperament is so hypocritical, and he has suffered such an end by himself."
Just when the group of demons were talking about each other, Manjusri suddenly woke up from his deep sleep.
"No!"
He screamed with all his strength in grief, and hot tears flowed from his eyes. Then he ignored the dissuasion of his colleagues and rushed to the battlefield regardless of his own safety.
At the same time, those beasts that had retreated to the edge of the battlefield were instantly called upon to gather together.
The goldfinch emitted a shrill chirp, sweeping across the battlefield instantly like an overwhelming force.
They are like splashed water, surrounding Geng Jin Mo in the blink of an eye.
The jade beasts shook their heads and followed closely behind the team, surrounding Gengjin Mo's limbs and biting them continuously.
If you look down at the battlefield from the sky, you will find that the entire herd, under the mobilization of Manjusri, seems to have formed an airtight swamp, eroding Gengjin Mo's life through constant pulling.
This arrogant giant roared one after another and aimed at Manjusri, but it was still unable to stop the crazy attack of the beasts.
Manjusri's eyes revealed ruthlessness, mobilizing the beasts to launch an attack without fear of life or death.
A mixture of blood and mutilated limbs were thrown away from the battlefield one after another, and the smell of blood was particularly pungent.
Finally, as the power in his body was exhausted, Gengjin Mo's huge body fell heavily to the ground.
Plop!
In an instant, dust was flying in the battlefield, and the blood mixed with the mud looked particularly sad.
Gengjin Mo's body was already in pieces, and the blood gradually flowed out, revealing his pale muscles.
At this time, no one noticed that Duanmu Chunhe, whose lower body had been reduced to flesh, still had some vitality left.
His consciousness is extremely weak, like a dying moth, hanging on to life with its last breath.
When Gengjin Mo was eaten by the beasts and completely fell on the battlefield, Duanmuchun couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
He opened his eyelids with difficulty and looked at the sky through the gap. The bright and brilliant sunshine gently brushed his cheeks and exuded warmth.
He hasn't felt so relaxed for a long time.
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. I didn't expect that I would be able to enjoy the pleasure of surviving the disaster just before my life span ran out."
Duanmu Chunhe struggled to reveal a faint smile, enjoying the joy brought by victory.
At this moment, a figure of Youdao came over from a distance.
It’s Manjusri!
Manjusri's eyes were red, tears could not stop flowing down, and he came to Duanmuchunhe's side tremblingly.
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Hearing the cry, Duanmuchun rolled his eyes with difficulty and saw that extremely terrifying face.
Although his expression was full of tears, his eyes were still cold and dull, as if he had announced his death.
No!
Duanmuchunhe tried his best to struggle hard.
However, because his body was too dilapidated, he was short of breath and unable to do anything else.
With tears in his eyes, Manjusri took off his robe.
The shiny robe, stained with blood and filth, was wrapped tightly by Jiang Duan Muchunhe.
The smell of fishy and damp smell arose spontaneously, making Duanmuchunhe suffocated and unable to breathe.
He opened his eyes wide, wanting to breathe fresh air, but found that his robe had become an airtight pocket soaked in blood.
The spiritual power in his body has dried up. At this time, Duanmu Chunhe is the most ordinary beast.
After a few breaths, he completely fell.
"Senior Hongyu, I offer my condolences and accept the change."
Xuanhe walked over and comforted him in a particularly soft tone.
"Go away!" Manjusri let out a dull roar, staring at the group of monsters.
"If you hadn't stood by and watched, how could my brother have died in the battle?"
The demons did not feel any displeasure at his accusations and insults, but instead came to comfort him one after another.
Zidu sighed helplessly, came to Manjusri and spoke earnestly.
"Senior Hongyu, he has passed away. Those of us who survived by chance must not give up on ourselves and work harder to survive."
After hearing the demons' persuasion, Manjusri finally stopped crying, and put away the remains of Jiang Duanmu Chunhe.
"You are right, we must live well!"
……
"Be well and live."
Qiong Ming looked at the bright and gorgeous sun and stars, feeling full of depression and bitterness.
In order to trace the reason for the annihilation of his race, he went through many hardships and even threw himself under the command of Nanhai. Unexpectedly, the final result was to catch the moon in the water.
Buddhism, this rising sect and the backer of the Nanhai Dragon Clan, turned out to be his old enemy.
There are two saints and countless others. How can an ant like him shake such a behemoth?
Revenge is easier said than done?
Qiong Ming felt desperate and wandered aimlessly in the western realm.
Suddenly, he noticed that the scenery around him was somewhat familiar, and then he realized that he had unknowingly arrived at the Vientiane Forest.
The power of time can always heal all scars.
The devastated battlefield at the beginning has been stripped of impurities and restored to life through the efforts of many bhikkhus in the West.
Although there are no exotic flowers and plants with strong aura, under the blessing of Samantabhadra's clouds and rain, everything is covered with green pines and cypresses.
Qiong Ming looked at the mountains in the distance, with that determined figure in his eyes.
"Teacher~"
Gua!
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of frogs croaking, which changed Qiong Ming's thoughts.
There is a dying toad, carrying a bulging stone on its back, lying in a cave in the distance, enjoying its last moments.
Qiong Ming followed the sound and saw the toad's miserable appearance. He felt a little unbearable and quickly reached out to pick it up, hoping to heal its injuries.
Who would have thought that the toad was just an ordinary beast, but it was frightened to death by Qiong Ming's powerful aura.
"Ah, this!"
Qiong Ming was dumbfounded in surprise, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.
"I really didn't expect that Boren would die because of me."
He held the toad's body in his palms and was about to throw away the unsightly stone when he suddenly discovered that the stone was actually growing on the toad's back.
"Huh? Something's wrong. This seems to be a strange beast?" Qiong Ming frowned, his consciousness penetrated into the toad's body, and his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.
"This is actually a pot of heaven!"
……
At the same time, Guanghan Palace.
Chang'e leaned lazily under the laurel tree, tasting the delicate snacks.
Her eyes were bright and lively, and soft light flowed from her fingertips. With a flick of her fingers, a fat rabbit was pulled out of the void.
"Xingjun." Big Rabbit said softly.
"How are the preparations going for the Great River Map?" Chang'e asked casually.
"The Qi Xingjun has been completed about 60%, but six of the Hua Dao creatures we detained tried to escape, but Yutu killed them on the spot."
"It doesn't matter." Chang'e waved her hand disapprovingly.
"This treasure is related to Xihe's inheritance. Don't say six, even if it is sixty or six hundred, I will not hesitate to tell Yutu that it does not matter if they are all dead, as long as they can deliver the goods on time." p>