This was followed by Zhao Xiong's roar full of pain, anger and unwillingness: "No, my Dantian!!!"

Fighting for his life again and again, attacking regardless of his own injury again and again, tearing the wound with precision again and again.

Finally, the Qijue Sword in Muyan's hand pierced Zhao Xiong's Dantian fiercely.

Zhao Xiong's eyes bulged, and when he looked at the girl who was close at hand with a lazy and cold smile, he felt that the blood in his body was cold.

Is this the Lord of Six Stars and the descendant of Medicine King Ye Liangchen?!

How terrible!

Her toughness, her talent, her swordsmanship, her talents are all so terrifying!

Is Zhao Xiong going to die at the hands of such a little girl and a golden elixir monk today?

The unwillingness in Zhao Xiong's eyes turned into a crazy ferocious look: "No, I will not die in the hands of a golden elixir."

"Even if I die, I will definitely bury you with me!!"

"Hahahaha, Ye Liangchen, just go to hell with me!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiong suddenly picked up the soul-stealing sword and stabbed it into his Dantian, which had been injured by Muyan.

The next moment, a powerful suction force came from the soul-stealing sword.

The remaining spiritual energy in Zhao Xiong's dantian rushed towards the soul-stealing sword crazily.

Even Muyan felt that her spiritual power was about to move, as if it was about to flow out with the Qijue Sword that pierced Zhao Xiong's abdomen.

Muyan's heart trembled, she made a decisive decision, endured the pain on her body, and quickly retreated.

When she stood still and looked at Zhao Xiong, she was suddenly shocked.

I saw that Zhao Xiong's body, which was still somewhat plump and fat just now, was reduced to only skin and bones in an instant.

A painful gasping sound came from his long mouth.

Two bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

But after a few breaths, a large amount of black energy suddenly surged out of the Soul Seizing Sword, wrapping Zhao Xiong like a mummy.

The black energy slowly dissipated, leaving behind a face uglier than a ghost, and red, irrational eyes filled only with the desire to kill.

"Ho ho ho, Ye Liangchen, your death day has come!"

Muyan's pupils shrank and she said slowly: "Demon cultivator!"

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"Mother, you promised that Xiaobao would not die... wuwuwu... mother... mother, you are lying..."

"Jun Muyan, bastard, let me out!!"

"Jun Muyan, forget me...I beg you, you will die if you continue like this..."

"Mother, Xiaobao is scared, don't abandon Xiaobao..."

Muyan shook her head and forced her thoughts to concentrate.

The hand holding the Qijue Sword was covered in blood and cold, as if it no longer belonged to him.

Zhao Xiong, who had become a demon, soared in the sky, playing with her like a cat and a mouse, torturing her, while making harsh laughter from time to time.

But in the laughter, in addition to being cheerful, there is more of a deep-seated unwillingness to resent.

"Ye Liangchen, it's all because of you, a bitch, that I had to expose my identity as a fallen devil, and I can never look back!"

"Kong Yuanjiu will be here soon. From now on, I will be like a rat crossing the street with no place to stay... All of this, all of this is caused by you, a bitch."

"I'm going to torture you to death bit by bit, and then I'm going to break your son's bones inch by inch, and I'm going to swallow his flesh and blood one bite at a time... Hahaha, just wait for the little bastard to join you in hell.

Bar!"

Swallow his flesh and blood one bite at a time!
Chapter completed!