Despite the crisis, Mu Yi never thought of using the power of the baby in the Eternal Coffin. Even though it was him, Mu Yi understood that once he became dependent on it, he might stop there and be unable to survive for the rest of his life.
Break through the shackles of fist intention.
At the moment, the only thing Mu Yi can rely on is himself, and only the fist that represents the ultimate power.
"I have a punch that can open up the world and destroy all living beings."
Mu Yi's heart suddenly felt infinitely heroic, and his state of mind was completely in line with the essence of the fist intention.
At this moment, Mu Yi was stronger than ever and fearless at the same time.
"You wait and you die."
A golden light bloomed from the surface of Mu Yi's fist, and one could even see the creation of the world and the birth and destruction of the world. With this fist, the chaos and darkness shook. Even in the underworld, all the strong men raised their heads at the same time, with a hint of horror on their faces.
Whether it was the Great Emperor of the Ghost Clan or the Will of the Immortal Tomb, all of them looked solemn at this moment, and at the same time, a power that was darker than the darkness of chaos emanated from their bodies.
"The world-destroying blade, kill!"
The sickle slashed through the darkness and collided with Mu Yi's fist. This time, Mu Yi had the upper hand. Combining the power of the small world and Xing Deng, plus 99% of his fist intention, at this moment, Mu Yi had the upper hand.
Mu Yi reached the limit of his body.
And under that punch, Mu Yi, who no longer needed to consume his life force, instantly turned a strand of hair into white, and then dissipated bit by bit from the end. This also symbolized that the life span that Mu Yi had lost at this moment was lost forever.
It can no longer be made up for.
But at this moment, Mu Yi no longer cared about these things. He only had one thought in his mind: defeat the opponent in front of him, let the fist spirit sublime in his hands, and regain its glory when it was in the hands of the Eternal Emperor.
After punching, Mu Yi did not hesitate, and then punched again. This punch also made a strand of his long hair turn white and then dissipate, but the fist intention on his body became stronger and stronger, even turning his whole body.
Rendered into a golden god of war.
On the other hand, the ghost emperor was extremely dark, especially the world-destroying blade, which seemed to be stimulated and exploded violently.
"Fight, fight, fight!"
Punch after punch, Mu Yi seemed to be influenced by the intention of the fist, but only he understood that everything in front of him was his will, and with every punch, he felt that the intention of the fist was more with him.
A trace of fusion, but his lifespan is also rapidly consuming.
"boom!"
Finally, after another punch, Mu Yi suddenly stopped, and the overwhelming power on his body disappeared completely. He looked no different from an ordinary young man with a pale face, except that his head was bald, obviously.
It was a sign that his life span was exhausted, but his expression and eyes were calm.
On the other side, the Ghost Emperor came out of the fist storm created by Mu Yi in embarrassment. The aura in both heads looked sluggish, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. They never expected that with the help of the World-Destroying Blade, they could
He was also firmly suppressed by Mu Yi.
Even if it weren't for the World-Destroying Blade, they might have fallen at this moment. Even if it was a fluke, they would have been severely damaged. The key is that Mu Yi has not yet become the Great Emperor.
This made both the Ghost Emperor and the Immortal Tomb Will feel a little scared, and at the same time, it also made them more determined to kill Mu Yi, because once Mu Yi was given a chance, they would be doomed and would not even have a chance to be resurrected.
Fortunately, Mu Yi's outburst was not unlimited, and they were finally able to survive.
"Hahahaha, the Third Holy Lord, you have lost."
Feeling the condition of Mu Yi's body, Immortal Tomb Will laughed loudly, and there was obviously a feeling of relief in the laughter.
Although the Ghost Emperor did not speak, his expression was exactly the same.
"Did you lose? But so what?" Mu Yi smiled slightly, with a sense of relief and freedom on his face. At the last moment, he finally understood why he had never been able to break through the final bottleneck. It was not because of his qualifications, nor because of his qualifications.
Because of his feelings, but because of his heart.
Because his heart never really accepted the fist's intention and was not completely open.
At the end of his life, Mu Yi could be said to have succeeded, but he also failed. If he could have understood it with one punch in advance, the consequences might have been rewritten, and he would not have to die. He could even break through directly and become the Great Emperor.
As for the Great Emperor, he was originally reincarnated from the dead and resurrected, but unfortunately, it was just a little short of that.
However, Mu Yi had no resentment or even regret in his heart. This kind of open-mindedness even felt a bit strange to him, but at this moment, he truly recognized himself.
"If you lose, you will die, and the human race you care about will become a thing of the past." The ghost emperor said.
"Who will not die? As for the human race, I believe that it will always stand on the land of the underworld. Even a temporary disaster cannot cut off the spirit of the human race's inheritance and cannot extinguish the fire of the human race." Mu Yi said calmly.
"It's rare that you can see clearly. It's a pity that I originally planned to devour you and let you merge with us. We will also be the most powerful existence in the underworld." Immortal Tomb Will said with some pity.
Mu Yi didn't seem to hear the words of Immortal Tomb's will, he just slowly stretched out his hand, and the fire lamp appeared in his palm, and the flame burned quietly.
"My human spirit will last forever."
After saying this, Mu Yi threw the fire lamp, and then walked step by step into the fire. In it, it slowly dissipated. Only the fire lamp stayed there, burning quietly. At the same time, a wave of
Sadness spread.
At this moment, the hearts of all the people in the underworld were suddenly tugged, as if something most important had been lost. Rain fell on the earth, and someone seemed to be wailing.
"What's going on?" Holy Venerable Xuanyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, Holy Venerable Xingtian and Di Lao also appeared in front of him.
"Something happened." There was a trace of panic in the voice of Holy Lord Xingtian. For a Holy Lord to be like this, it is enough to show how much this incident shocked him.
"Could I be mistaken?" Di Lao hesitated and said.
"It's the Third Holy Lord, there can be no mistake." Holy Lord Xuanyuan's face was as gloomy as water, and as he finished speaking, both Holy Lord Xingtian and Lord Di showed deep sadness on their faces at the same time.
"How is it possible? With the Third Holy Lord's strength comparable to that of the Great Emperor, who can kill him?" Di Lao couldn't help but say, obviously, he still didn't believe this fact.
"The Third Holy Lord is only comparable to the Great Emperor, but not the real Great Emperor." After Holy Lord Xuanyuan finished speaking, the sadness on his face quickly disappeared. He looked at Holy Lord Xingtian and Mr. Di seriously and said, "This is
When our race is at its most dangerous, if we are not careful, our race may become history, so I ordered the implementation of the Fire Plan." (To be continued)