Nine suns stepping on the sky

Black clouds gushed out of nothingness and intertwined with each other to form a curtain that covered the sky.

Between the heaven and the earth, it was pitch black, as if... Yin and Yang had been reversed!

The unimaginable terrifying breath, like invisible cold hands touching the face, made the body stiff.

The magic sword unsealed the third layer, as if pulling this land of living beings into an endless area... only destruction and death!

The black robe on Mo Yu's body suddenly turned blood-colored, so bright red and glaring, as if it had just been torn from the blood.

His face became pale, but this paleness was not the bleak paleness of fright or blood loss, but the color that was naturally formed when he was buried deep underground for countless years without light.

In his hand, the originally pitch-black magic sword is now almost pure blood, with dense blood textures, densely criss-crossing.

It vibrated slightly, as if it had come alive and breathed.

Mo Yu raised his hand, raised the magic sword high, and a "rumbling" thunder exploded in the black clouds of the sky.

Red as blood!

The splashing thunder, like a torrent of blood, was about to wash away the world.

The super corpse puppets killed by the thirteen statues seemed to have lost their hold at this moment, and they all froze in mid-air, their eyes widened in horror, but they lost control of their bodies.

Swah——

The magic sword fell!

Many, many years later, Xiao Dongwu and others who stayed in the city did not forget today's sword.It looks ordinary, just a light swipe in the void, but in the perception of everyone, it looks like a black horse running through the sky!

Everything is in front of it, divided into two.

The sky curtain made of black clouds was separated from the middle, revealing the original sky, but there was a very thin black line in the sky.

On the ground, silently, a long crack appeared, straight as if drawn with a ruler, from Mo Yu's feet, through the city, and spread to a place out of sight.

Wu Hazan's mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but before it could make a sound, the look in his eyes was like a candle in the autumn wind, and it was extinguished suddenly.

click-

An extremely subtle sound came out, and a bloodstain appeared between its brows, and then its huge body of two hundred feet split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

As if a chain reaction had started, the remaining twelve super corpse puppets, following it, split in half with the center of their eyebrows as the boundary.But what is quite strange is that the cross-section of their wounds seems to be covered with a thin film invisible to the naked eye, and no black blood flows out.

There was a burst of painful wailing, and the sound wave formed, like a tsunami, swept across the world. More than 5000% of the army of [-] million corpse puppets fell to the ground directly. They were all controlled by thirteen super corpse puppets. At this moment, they died together with them.

This sword beheaded thirteen black witches and golden armors, and also killed an army of twenty-five million corpse puppets... the world was dead silent.

Even in the city, the needle drop could be heard, and everyone was completely frightened by what they saw.

Mo Yu's palm was trembling, he slowly retracted the magic sword little by little, raised his other hand, and brushed across the sword.

"Magic sword, surrender!"

On the sword body, the crimson bloody veins disappeared all of a sudden, and at the same time, all of Mo Yu's energy disappeared!

As soon as his body softened, he half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily between his mouth and nose, his voice was like a broken bellows, sweat dripped down the corner of his clothes like a brook, wet the ground, his head was full of black hair, unexpectedly Snow white at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Mo Yu!" Adès screamed, breaking through the colorful bubbles, "How are you, how are you?"

When she came to Mo Yu and grabbed his hand, her face was instantly filled with panic.

Mo Yu held her hand, glanced vaguely around, and said softly, "I'm fine."

"you……"

"Clear the battlefield first, I won't die, don't worry." Mo Yu smiled slightly, "Go, don't waste the corpses of these super zombies."

Seeing his calm and composed appearance, Adess calmed down a little, but she still lowered her voice and whispered in his ear: "Are you all right?"

"Ah."

"Well, you can take a rest here, I will accompany you, and leave the rest to Xiao Dongwu." Adès said seriously.

After saying a few words, Mo Yu's face became more tired, and he nodded and closed his eyes.

Since he killed thirteen super zombie puppets with one sword, this war has ended.

The four super corpse puppets who were entangled by Abu, Alu and two summoned demon apes were successively attacked by witch-eating insects during the siege, and were devoured to death.

The entire battlefield was silent, and everyone's eyes were on the center of the battlefield. On Mo Yu's figure sitting cross-legged, his eyes were filled with awe and admiration, apart from worry.

……

On the altar, Mo Yu exhaled lightly, then opened his eyes, looked at the sunlight falling from the corner of the window, and was silently thinking about something.

Today is already the eighth day after the end of the war, and until now, he barely suppressed the tendency of his body to collapse.

As long as a period of time, with the operation of the cultivation base, this injury will gradually heal.

But that's not the point...

Mo Yu sighed, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The magic sword's unsealing of the third layer has far exceeded his tolerance limit, forcing him to activate it can only be at the cost of his own lifespan.

Killing thirteen super corpse puppets with one sword, splitting the sky and splitting the ground seems to be a glorious sight, but it almost exhausted the vitality in his body.

The current state of Mo Yu is like a pond that is about to dry up. When the last remaining vitality is exhausted, he will "die of old age".

To be honest, he never thought that one day, he would face such a fantasy-like death method.

"Die of old age" - I really think it is ridiculous and sad when I think about it!

The door was pushed open from the outside, Mo Yu's wry smile disappeared instantly, and turned into a gentle smile, and he looked up.

The only one who can come in here now is Adès.

"how is the situation?"

Mo Yu smiled, "The injury has stabilized. With the many treasures you have prepared, recovery will not be troublesome."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Ades looked into his eyes, "How much vitality is left in your body?"

Mo Yu coughed and said in embarrassment, "There are not many left."

"Just tell me how long you have to live, don't lie to me, really, I want to know."

"Well... about half a year or so."

Adès was silent, and she raised the corners of her mouth after a long time, "I told you a long time ago that longevity is extremely limited, and you can't use any means to deplete your vitality at will. You regret it now. But fortunately, there are still more than half a year, sister, I will Help you find some treasures to replenish your vitality, and I won’t just watch you die of old age!”

Mo Yu smiled a little forcedly.

Ades' complexion changed, "What else are you hiding?"

Mo Yu lowered his head, "The magic sword draws too hard, my pond seems to be broken."

call--

Adès stood up abruptly, watched him grit his teeth, turned around and left, "Mo Yu, you bastard! I won't let you die, don't even think that I owe you such a big favor, don't even think about it!"

Seeing her leaving back, Mo Yu chuckled, "Stupid woman, if there is another way, I don't want to die either."