While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Zhao Muyang stopped speaking sharply.

He spread his hands to show that he was speechless about the past grudges between Feng Ye and Thyme.

"As expected of a human emperor..."

"Fifth senior brother, you have a bit of a scumbag in your bones."

Song Zhi drove the spirit fire to peel a colorless fruit for himself, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly while commenting casually.

She ate and listened, but she never mentioned the fire.

The Alchemy Furnace Spirit, who had been acting like a cow for a while, suddenly gave up.

"Ahem, Sister Zhi, do you think you have any other instructions?"

"Xiaoyang and I can help you greatly!"

He was obviously furious, but Qi Ling still chose to endure it.

He glared at Zhao Muyang angrily, and changed his long hands from hammering to pinching, with just the right amount of strength.

Song Zhi enjoyed it so much that he felt a little drowsy.

"There are no other instructions."

"Xiaolu and senior brother have worked hard."

"Here, let me give this piece of spiritual fire to my senior brother."

"Because there is a serious lack of ground fire fire, and senior brother only built the fifth floor of the foundation."

"Senior Brother may be sucked dry during the Earth Flame Fire tonic period. Let's adopt the method of moisturizing things silently and feeding the fire little by little."

"When the time comes, I will help senior brother to completely make up for the lack of earthly flames!"

*

After Song Zhi finished speaking, he waved lightly to signal the Alchemy Furnace Spirit to stop.

She seemed to feel something, and stood up from the chair suddenly. The golden light flashed in her phoenix eyes, and she looked at the place a hundred miles away.

Zhao Muyang didn't know what was going on, but the Alchemy Furnace Spirit beside him frowned with a solemn expression.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

Why do everyone look so heavy-hearted?

The puppy is curious, the puppy is scratching its head.

Zhao Muyang scratched his head and ears, while Song Zhi sat down slowly on his chair.

She frowned and looked at the Alchemy Furnace Artifact Spirit, and asked softly: "Has a great power fallen?"

Qi Ling let out a breath of compassion and nodded lightly, looking very worried.

"The color of heaven and earth changes, and everything mourns."

"The spiritual energy content of Desert Continent has suddenly increased."

"The luck is three points weaker."

"If Zhuang Youxuan, the ancestor of the Zhuang family, did not fall, it is very likely that the true monarch of the Yuan Dynasty in the Desert Continent fell."

The Alchemy Furnace Spirit is the first furnace of the ancient ninth grade. Regardless of his strength, his knowledge is higher than that of many monks.

Hearing what he said, Song Zhi immediately felt like the dust had settled in his heart.

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, deep in the yellow sand desert, the Weishui Pavilion where Zhuang Youxuan lived was shattered by Sang Yan's palm.

This Weishui Pavilion is actually an eighth-grade spiritual weapon, connected to Zhuang Youxuan's heart and soul, and is his natal magic weapon.

After the eminent monks of the Yuan Dynasty of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and the great casual cultivators of the Yuan Dynasty of the Desert Continent sacrificed their lives to compensate, Zhuang Youhan, who was in the middle stage of becoming a god, saw his cultivation level plummet to the early stage.

This also allowed Sang Yan to find an opportunity to take advantage of.

Sang Yan was killed once by Zhuang Youxuan.

At this time, she reunited with the demon soul and came back, and her attack was a critical hit.

On the other end, Zhuang Youxuan, who was facing Ji Yan, screamed sadly, and the white feathered Dharma Prime swept towards Sang Yan.

Even in this situation, the pink blood vessel is still tightly adhered to Zhuang Youxuan.

*

Sang Yan's eyes flashed coldly.

She wielded the energy of the devil's source and relied on the powerful turbid energy of heaven and earth to finally resist the attack of the Dharma.

Just when she couldn't hold on any longer, a faint message light suddenly lit up in the air.

"Master."

"The sinkhole is done."

It was Shui Yixin's voice.

Before Zhuang Fei came to see Zhuang Youxuan alone, Shui Yixin was sent by Sang Yan to the sinkhole of the West Desert Yan Lithium Mine.

Relying on Shui Yixin's hidden demon properties, several other empresses who were good friends with Zhuang Pi entered the underground palace hand in hand.

They did it in secret, and when Sang Yan and others restrained Zhuang Youyan and drew his attention away, they destroyed the incomplete heart on the altar without hesitation.

The heart exploded into slag, and the pink blood vessels could no longer provide spiritual energy and vitality to Zhuang Youxuan.

Zhuang Youxuan was already nearing his end of life and his combat power was declining.

The two fallen True Lords of the Yuan Empress had consumed part of his spiritual source.

As long as the supplies are cut off, the three Yuan Queens may not be able to defeat Zhuang Youxuan who is in the middle stage of becoming a god. However, things always take an unexpected turn when things are going smoothly.

*

"Do not……"

"You guys, you can't destroy Taotie's heart!!"

"If you want to survive, don't come here!!"

Sang Yan was still happy that he and Shui Yixin had come true, and was about to step forward with Ji Yan and the others to continue besieging Zhuang Youhe.

Zhuang Youhan, who was in a state of manic attack, suddenly used a ray of light to clear the area hundreds of miles away from him.

Seeing Zhuang Youxuan, who was suspended in mid-air and stroking the pink veins hoarsely, Sang Yan stopped escaping the light rationally.

Zhuang Youxuan didn't look like he was panicking because his spiritual source supply had been cut off.

Instead, it seemed like he was helpless and determined.

"Ancestor!!"

Zhuang Fei, who was left outside the battle circle, forced his way through the barrier and flew in.

Looking at the high-flying Zhuang Youyi, his cheeks suddenly shriveled up quickly, his hair turned back to silver, and his cultivation level declined inch by inch.

Zhuang Fei was immediately shocked.

As the supreme god-incarnation, the ancestor should not be so weak!

"Ancestor!!"

"But the evil things in the sinkhole are deceitful?"

Zhuang Fei couldn't turn a blind eye to his ancestor.

He flew up and wanted to get closer and ask for details in person.

Zhuang Youhan, who suddenly shouted to stop, suddenly fell to the ground and his body trembled slightly.

*

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha, retribution."

“Whatever harms others will eventually harm you.”

"My retribution has finally come."

"Xiao Zhuang Fei, lead the bankers well and go further and more steadily."

"Ancestor will no longer be able to help you."

"Don't blame the ancestor. The ancestor has done his best."

"That evil thing has long been connected to my heart and soul."

"Taotie's remaining heart is just a carrier."

"You can't destroy it."

"Unless I die, it will revive."

"I thought that as long as I was a high-ranking monk, I could suppress it."

"But I underestimated evil immortal things too much."

"That evil thing is devouring my source of vitality and even trying to take away my body."

The original purpose of injecting this evil into the body was to resist destiny and save the entire banker.

That person said it.

I want to completely eliminate the remaining souls of the Tiantian Pot fragments.

Only become one with it.

If I die, it will die.

"I die..."

"Evil things perish..."

Everything I do is to save the entire banker.

"There will be no afterlife."

"Xiaozhuang Fei, my ancestor has no regrets or complaints."

"Qianhu Xiaojie, take care."

No one expected that Zhuang Youhan, who had been domineering and brutal before, and was a complete villain, would suddenly hold the pink blood vessel in his hands after muttering to himself, and explode himself with a bang.

Before he blew himself up, he used his remaining spiritual power to create a barrier for himself.

In this way, even if a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god self-destructs, under its huge power, people such as Zhuang Pi, Sangyan and others can still be safe and sound.

Seeing the violent collision of spiritual powers and the area shining with golden light, the veins on Zhuang Wei's neck bulged, but no sound came out of his throat.

Ancestor...

Ancestor! !

"Zhuang Youxuan fell."

"In the world of Qianhu Cultivation, after all, it is hard to violate the destiny. It is difficult to violate the destiny."

From an unknown place, a male voice sighed faintly.