He was unable to completely master all of Zhao Chu's true energy, and he did not have the corresponding magical power to control the true energy.
In this way, even though he tried his best, he could only exert 70% of his power.
"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I'm not willing to accept it!"
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The eleventh prince is already burning his soul.
This is the method used by the Leaf Ghost Clan to fight for their lives. Under normal circumstances, no one is willing to burn their souls.
Strong men like the Second Prince and the Tenth Prince would also suffer heavy injuries after burning their souls.
Not to mention someone like the Eleventh Prince.
But he also wants to fight!
…
4512!
4592!
4612!
…
Gradually, his performance growth rate has become slower and slower.
Everyone knew that the Eleventh Prince was at the end of his strength.
Judging from the previous situations of the princes, when the growth rate slows down, it is a sign that the princes cannot bear it.
…
4717!
4818!
4828!
…
After a few more minutes, the number was still increasing bit by bit, and it seemed like it was climbing hard like a snail.
puff!
Finally, the eleventh prince could no longer bear the impact of the injuries inside his body.
A mouthful of blood was spat out by him.
After the sigh of relief is released, the strength will fall in a straight line.
The eleventh prince was indeed unable to avoid this situation.
"No, we can't just admit defeat!"
"5000! No matter what, I will light up 5000 leaves!"
"It's not even 5,000, it's the lowest in history. I can't stand this humiliation!"
"I'm a prince, I'm just unlucky, I'm not weaker than others!"
"I just have bad luck, bad luck!"
"I can't be the weakest one...absolutely not."
The eleventh prince was hysterical, and he continued to bombard him. His hair was disheveled, like a complete madman.
Even the second prince who had died before was not as crazy as the eleventh prince at this time.
…
4884!
4890!
4910!
…
It's a pity that the data that bombarded Uncle Ghost Emperor will not be particularly merciful to you because of your anger.
In his madness, the eleventh prince even hit his head against the Ghost King Tree.
His two fists had already been turned into pulp by the shock.
indomitable!
Tough and stubborn!
This is also the character of a cultivator, the character of Zhao Chu.
The eleventh prince seized Zhao Chu's body and became even more stubborn.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The dull sound of impact echoed within the barrier.
However, the effect was surprisingly poor.
The eleventh prince had burned out all his soul power, and the remaining soul was forced to stay by the Ghost King Tree in order to ensure the lives of the princes.
Obviously, only the sixth prince has broken the shackles of the Ghost King Tree and committed suicide successfully.
The other princes, as powerful as the second prince and the tenth prince, also have no ability to commit suicide.
An ordinary person like the Eleventh Prince has no ability to commit suicide.
He could only rely on Zhao Chu's physical body to increase his performance bit by bit!
…
4921!
4922!
4923!
…
It's really increasing bit by bit, which was unprecedented before.
Anyone who reaches this point should give up early.
There is a gap of more than 4,000. It is impossible to catch up. It is better to die as soon as possible.
Why bother after suffering so much?
At least, the twelfth prince could not understand the behavior of the eleventh prince.
He is too weak.
If you exceed the threshold of 9,000, it makes a little sense for you to work so hard.
But there is a gap of more than 4,000 between you and the tenth prince.
If I give you another 400 heads to hit, you won't be able to catch up!
Why bother?
We have already lost, so why endure the unnecessary pain again.
He can't understand.
The twelfth prince was sitting on the dragon throne, and every second was torture. He wanted to hurry up for his turn, and quickly fired a few symbolic blows.
die.
A quick death is the only relief.
He couldn't bear this kind of torture anymore.
…
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The Eleventh Prince's head had been smashed, and he was chewing on the tough bark with his teeth.
4946!
4947!
It takes a long time to chew a leaf to light up a leaf.
In the eyes of many people, the Eleventh Prince is simply a joke.
What's the point of persisting when we've already become like this?
Of course, there are some races who admire the eleventh prince's fighting spirit from the bottom of their hearts.
So tenacious!
Perhaps he is the weakest among the princes. But in terms of toughness, the second prince and the tenth prince seem to be inferior to him.
The eleventh prince could only imagine using his mouth to chew the bark of a tree.
How unwilling he was.
Can your teeth bear it?
…
"Hahaha, what an unparalleled idiot!"
"A dignified prince is actually chewing tree bark with his mouth. It makes him laugh out loud."
"You cultivators don't even dare to admit failure?"
"Or, does the Eleventh Prince think that he can win over the Tenth Prince with his own teeth?"
The sword immortals all laughed at him.
The eleventh prince's condition was simply indescribably embarrassing.
"A cultivator has his own beliefs and his own way."
"We admit that the Eleventh Prince is no match for the Tenth Prince, but he also has his own goals!"
"5000! This is the eleventh prince's obsession. As long as he can break 5000, it doesn't matter if he loses!"
"If you can defeat yourself once in your life, it is also a victory!"
A cultivator retorted calmly.
They no longer have any anger.
The eleventh prince looked embarrassed, but in their hearts, this was their obsession with Tao.
This is the attitude a cultivator should have.
"The tenth prince won, but he won because he won the body early!"
"I am willing to admit defeat. Cultivators admit defeat, but you have no right to laugh at me."
Another cultivator also said seriously.
"Haha, 5000?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"The Eleventh Prince will collapse in the next second. Why should he break through 5,000?"
"Beat yourself?"
"A weak person doesn't even have a chance to defeat himself!"
"If the Eleventh Prince can break through 5,000, I will fuck a licking dog, haha!"
The swordsmen were a little angry when they were rebutted!
Afterwards, another Sword Immortal mocked with a red face.
This is the temper of the Sword Immortal.
Too irritable.
"snort!"
The cultivators were too lazy to pay attention to this group of sword immortals.
Go fuck the dog lickers, you can think of it.
Of course, this swordsman is not talking nonsense.
Within the barrier, the eleventh prince had truly collapsed.
4988!
He is just 12 leaves short of his goal of 5,000.
Unfortunately, he tried every means, but his strength was exhausted.
The last 12, the eleventh prince simply could not continue.
"Eleventh Prince, are you very unconvinced?"
"Do you think you beat me because you were unlucky and because your time to seize the body was too short?"
"I tell you, a cultivator can never surpass the Sword Immortal."
"Only Kenshin can practice authentically!"
"The so-called Dao mind of cultivators is not worth mentioning at all."
The tenth prince shook his head slightly, and then looked at the eleventh prince with a look of compassion.
His pupils were filled with pity for the fate of the weak!
…
"Little King Kong, are you ready?"
In his brain, Zhao Chu used the power of his spiritual thoughts to monitor the curse.
As the eleventh prince is about to collapse, this curse has also begun to take effect.
For Zhao Chu, this is good news.
Only when the curse is completely in motion can he uproot it and peel it off in its most complete state.
"Well, action!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Little King Kong suddenly emerged from the depths of Zhao Chu's mind.
And in his palm, he held a purple gold gourd.
Zhao Chu's soul has also come out of the purple gold gourd.
He hasn't taken back his body yet, stripping off the curse first is the top priority.
The eleventh prince almost collapsed, and he was still resenting the final result.
But suddenly, a child with a gourd on his head and a tiger-like head appeared in front of him inexplicably.
wrong!
It is to appear in front of your original soul.
This is simply incredible.
You know, after the Ye Ghost Clan takes away the body, there is no way that anything else can exist.
"Hey... little ghost, are you still comfortable after taking your body for so long?"
Little King Kong smiled coldly.
jump!
Immediately, he opened the purple gold gourd.
"Hmph, how dare you provoke your grandpa!"
At the same time, Zhao Chu's figure also appeared behind the eleventh prince's soul.
At this moment, the eleventh prince felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Not dead?
The soul that I took away from me is not dead?
Still alive?
How is this possible?
This kind of situation has never happened in the history of the Leaf Ghost Clan.
"Damn it, the soul of the weak does not deserve to live!"
Out of instinct, the eleventh prince wanted to destroy Zhao Chu's soul.
pity.
The confrontation with the Ghost Emperor Tree just now had exhausted all the strength of the eleventh prince.
He could only roar weakly.
Then, the eleventh prince saw the most shocking scene so far.
He saw that Ye Guihuang's curse was completely stripped away from his body.
This means that even if he loses, he can escape and no longer need to be controlled by the Ghost Emperor's Dragon Chair.
But before the Eleventh Prince could be happy, his soul felt an unprecedented terrifying suction force.
The source of suction is the gourd in the child's hand.
"You... what are you... wuwu... let me go wuwu..."
Finally, with a glimmer of hope, the eleventh prince ignited his desire to live.
He wanted to escape from Zhao Chu's physical body at all costs.
Even if the chance of survival is a narrow escape, it is still better than being beaten to death by the Ghost Emperor's dragon chair.
However, the child in front of him had a calm expression and that contemptuous smile seemed to be sneering at his childishness.
That's right.
The eleventh prince also realized his naivety.
Under the suction of the gourd, he had no ability to resist.
Without the curse, theoretically the Eleventh Prince can self-destruct.
But it's a pity that now he doesn't have the strength to even self-destruct!
"You...damn...oooooo!"
Finally, the eleventh prince's soul was sucked directly into the purple gourd with an unwilling roar.
"You bastard, you smashed my head into pieces, you beast!"
"it hurts……"
Zhao Chu regained control of his physical body.
Then, a destructive level of pain almost caused Zhao Chu to faint.