Peerless Tang Sect: Becoming a God Through Medicine.

Chapter 215 The Fall of Long Xiaoyao

Black flames ignited on Long Xiaoyao's body, turning him into a human torch in the blink of an eye.

This is the life force that erupted from his own origin, which is essentially still an extremely concentrated dark power. He used everything he had as fuel.

Soul power, vital energy, and even the soul.

The soul cores scattered in his two dantians collided with each other in his body like stars chasing the moon, causing an unparalleled explosion. This explosion that occurred inside his body completely severed all his life force, but it also gave him unparalleled power.

Three breaths.

He only had three breaths left.

His body, on the verge of collapse, could not sustain him for long, and his exhausted state was not enough to keep him burning for too long.

However, in those brief three breaths, Long Xiaoyao was able to briefly cross the demigod realm by using everything he had burned, barely managing to unleash the power of a quasi-god with his quasi-demigod cultivation.

"That's enough." A relieved smile appeared on Long Xiaoyao's cracked face.

In that brief moment, although it wasn't enough for him to take a few more glances at Ye Xishui, it was enough for him to safely escort her away from there.

In the blink of an eye, Long Xiaoyao's body had disappeared, and his seventh soul ring released a deep black light. With a loud and domineering dragon roar, a black dragon, whose size was not much smaller than the Evil Emperor's original body, appeared out of nowhere.

Martial Soul True Form: Dark Holy Dragon.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao's aura was even comparable to that of the Evil Emperor, allowing him to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

However, what did not match Long Xiaoyao's powerful aura was that his life force was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. The huge dark holy dragon body was also burning with fierce black flames, and its surface was covered with hideous cracks like broken porcelain, like a toy that was barely glued together.

Just as Ye Xishui was recovering from her anger, she was met with the Evil Emperor's deadly gaze. And just as she was about to fight to the death, Long Xiaoyao burned himself before her.

By the time she realized what was happening, the evil emperor's piercing gaze had already been completely absorbed by the enormous black dragon with its wings spread wide.

She was like a tiny ant hiding under a leaf during a downpour, staring blankly as the equally fragile leaf stubbornly and steadfastly sheltered her from the wind and rain.

"Free and unrestrained—" Ye Xishui murmured hoarsely, tears streaming down her face in an instant.

As a fellow Limit Douluo, she understood all too well what Long Xiaoyao was doing at that moment.

Is Ye Xishui selfish?

The answer is yes. There are hardly any normal people among evil spirit masters. Ye Xishui was the most eccentric of all during the Douluo Continent II: The Peerless Tang Sect era. It is undeniable that she was very intelligent and was able to devise a plan to manipulate Mu En and Long Xiaoyao at will.

Perhaps the shrewd Moon guessed something and saw through something, and withdrew in time to cut his losses.

Even without Mu En, Ye Xishui still managed to make a Limit Douluo look like a monkey for his entire life.

Even on her deathbed, she didn't forget to test Long Xiaoyao's attitude, trying to drag him to the underworld with her.

It's certain that she's mentally unstable; there are too many of her behaviors that can't be explained by normal thinking. But in her own words, Ye Xishui also loves Long Xiaoyao.

How much of it was true or false is unknown, but when she saw Long Xiaoyao burn everything to shield her from a fatal attack, Ye Xishui broke down.

There are two breaths left.

The crimson eighth and ninth spirit rings shone brightly. Relying on the power of the two 100,000-year spirit rings, Long Xiaoyao unleashed his self-created spirit skill with all his might, launching a hastily released but still powerful attack at the Evil Emperor.

Attack where the enemy must defend.

Long Xiaoyao unleashed his full power, not only to shield Ye Xishui from an attack, but also to safely deliver her to safety.

Only by launching an attack and blocking the Evil Emperor for a period of time can he tear open space and safely send Ye Xishui away.

There is only one breath left.

The black dragon that Long Xiaoyao had transformed into glanced back at Ye Xishui, its golden vertical pupils filled with endless reluctance and longing.

This look pierced Ye Xishui's heart even more deeply. She opened her mouth as if to say something, or as if to let out a painful roar, but in the end, no sound came out. All that remained were short, uneven, violent breaths, like a broken bellows.

"Xi Shui, live on." Long Xiaoyao's gentle voice echoed in her ears.

Then, the enormous dragon claw tore through space, and the massive dark soul power swept up Ye Xishui, throwing her into the spatial rift.

During this process, Ye Xishui had very little ability to resist.

The Evil Emperor's Light of Time and Space not only deprives people of their life force, but also causes a terrifying depletion effect. Long Xiaoyao broke through this depletion effect by using his own life as fuel.

The price was that he only had three breaths left.

During her third breath, Ye Xishui also wanted to accompany Long Xiaoyao to the Yellow Springs in the same way.

But she was facing Long Xiaoyao, a quasi-god level being. He was burning himself, not to watch Ye Xishui die with him. The power of the quasi-god level completely suppressed her, preventing her from igniting the flame of life like Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao, exhausted, couldn't suppress her for long, but in that brief moment, he could still manage to send her away from the battlefield.

The last moment before the spatial rift closed.

Ye Xishui only saw the dark holy dragon disappear into the world like ice and snow melting away.

Compared to Mu En, who died a very unsatisfying death and whose death was even unknown to anyone, Long Xiaoyao's death, though equally unsatisfying, was ultimately not as unsatisfying as Mu En's.

At least he witnessed that the Limit Douluo level was not the end, and there were still realms above level ninety-nine.

Even if it was just a brief dance, he ultimately possessed the pinnacle power of a human soul master, a power that did not belong to this era.

He also successfully rescued the woman he loved.

Dragon Emperor Douluo has fallen.

the other side.

The Evil Emperor brandished eighty-one tentacles, and the small pupils at the tips of the tentacles simultaneously erupted with blood-red energy beams, completely shattering the black dragon head.

Long Xiaoyao's final attack still caused the Evil Emperor some trouble. After all, it was an attack from a fellow Quasi-God realm cultivator, and the Evil Emperor couldn't ignore it. By the time the Evil Emperor shattered Long Xiaoyao's self-created soul skill, the spatial rift had already closed.

One against two, one dead and one seriously injured—this record is enough for the Evil Emperor to be proud of.

After all, it was facing two Limit Douluos.

But the Evil Emperor was not happy at this moment; his fluctuating aura spoke volumes about his anger.

Despite having the advantage of striking first, they still managed to let one of them escape. Normally, the Evil Emperor wouldn't care, since even if Ye Xishui had a few more lives, she still wouldn't be able to beat him.

If she dares to come, I dare to kill her.

But it's not just on its own now; there are people watching it from behind.

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