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Zhuo Yifan gave Qingxuan a painful look. He knew that the pure soul of this kind girl who was cold on the outside but lively and lovely on the inside had been imprisoned by Shen Moyun.

But he really can't compromise because of this.

No one understands the horror of the Qianji Clan better than Zhuo Yifan, even Mo Chen turns pale when talking about them, just like their creed, they will never tell the truth to others, if their words can be believed, sow I guess they can climb trees.

He was very sure that if he really agreed to her and gave up Feng Tianling, then everyone including himself would have no hope of surviving.

What's more, the devil's heart was integrated with his heart, and the Fengtian tablet was closely connected with his soul consciousness. It was impossible to separate any treasure unless Zhuo Yifan died.

"You blew up your avatar, but saved my trouble, so that I can be more sure of killing you completely."

"I'm still so stubborn when I'm dying, I'll let you see my determination."

Shen Moyun sneered: "In place, explode!"

Dodging on the spot, he jumped directly at Zhuo Yifan and started to blew himself up.

"Nest, this old hag is really ruthless, labor and management's property!"

Zhuo Yifan's heart was bleeding, and with a thought, another third-rank spiritual vein began to burn, turning into a huge force to serve as the Xuanwu armor.

The Xuanwu Divine Armor is indeed one of the greatest masterpieces in the refining world. The greater the strength of the main body, the stronger the effect it can exert.

The power generated instantly by the burning of the third-grade spiritual veins is comparable to a blow from a real fairy, but there is no discomfort in swallowing the Xuanwu God Armor, but it perfectly radiates this huge power to form an indestructible defense.

Even the self-destruction of a Mahayana master can't move him in the slightest.

The explosion on the spot caused the entire barrier to shake violently, and Shen Moyun spurted several mouthfuls of blood continuously.

This counter-shock force is not a small burden on her.

With the help of the master's self-destruction, Shen Moyun seemed to have the upper hand again, suppressing Zhuo Yifan to the point of collapse.

Zhuo Yifan looked very distressed with a sad face.

His pain is not fake, but genuinely distressed.

What a precious third-grade spiritual vein!

Zhuo Yifan only has 6 third-rank spiritual veins, which are very rare. Even the Immortal Spirit Sect only planted a few second-rank spiritual veins.

But every time Shen Moyun's clone exploded, one of Zhuo Yifan's would be consumed.

Zhuo Yifan was really thankful that he had gained a lot in Three Immortals, otherwise he would have become a corpse at this moment.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was still alive, Shen Moyun was almost numb from shock.

Every time the self-detonation of the avatar stimulates power, it is also a big burden on her. If possible, she really wants the remaining two avatars to explode at the same time, killing Zhuo Yifan.

But she couldn't, if the two clones blew themselves up, Zhuo Yifan would certainly not be able to survive, but her enchantment would certainly not escape the fate of collapse.

Now it's like she's taking a gamble.

Bet how long Zhuo Yifan can hold on.

Will it fall down before its clone completely self-destructs.

But the ending disappointed her once again.

Zhuo Yifan persevered again, and the energy in her enchantment was insufficient again, and it seemed that Zhuo Yifan could not be trapped anymore.

boom!

Another avatar dedicated all his strength.

With a mournful face, Zhuo Yifan also burned a third-grade spiritual vein, and the two were still at a stalemate.

boom!

The four original brothers died.

Zhuo Yifan still stood tall.

"How is it possible... How is it possible! What kind of monster are you?" Shen Moyun almost collapsed, looking at Zhuo Yifan and hissing loudly.

Zhuo Yifan was really proud of being able to push a member of the Qianji tribe to the brink of collapse.

Looking at the rest of Qingxuan, Shen Moyun's eyes were complicated, as if he was in the final struggle.

"Zhuo Yifan, you forced me to do this." Shen Moyun yelled frantically: "You monster must not be a simple human being, no human being can do this in the Mahayana period, I will put all my eggs in one basket today. "

Looking at Shen Moyun, Zhuo Yifan felt a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, Shen Moyun rushed directly at Zhuo Yifan.

She opened her hands, her arms extended infinitely, and embraced Zhuo Yifan fiercely.

Zhuo Yifan's eyes froze, what does Shen Moyun want to do?Could it be that she still doesn't want to stop now?

Didn't it mean that the people of the Qianji clan will always leave behind in everything they do, and will never put themselves in a desperate situation?

Shen Moyun's body is like a plastic that can be spread infinitely, turning into a big ball, wrapping Zhuo Yifan.

Chi Chi!

Zhuo Yifan seemed to be swallowed by her, but the stomach suddenly ignited and turned into a melting pot.

The temperature that erupted at this moment was comparable to that of Sanwei Zhenhuo.

"Zhuo Yifan, I don't hesitate to destroy this most proud body, just to kill you, you are proud enough. The materials used in this body are all products of the fairy world, which was enough to support me to ascend to the fairy world, but for you, now I It can only destroy him."

Shen Moyun's voice was full of hatred: "Zhuo Yifan, if you can survive, I will make you suffer the most cruel punishment in the world forever."

"I am the opposite of you. If you can not die, I will definitely kill you."

"Zhuo Yifan, you will never kill me in your life." Shen Moyun looked extremely confident.

Zhuo Yifan laughed and said, "You are at the end of your rope. I really want to know where you will live without this clone."

When these words came out, Zhuo Yifan's heart flickered coldly, and his whole body was icy cold.

He suddenly understood why Shen Moyun said that!

Qingxuan!

That was a clone that Zhuo Yifan would never have the heart to kill, nor could he kill him!

Whoosh!

The flames continued to roast Zhuo Yifan.

Under the roasting of the Sanwei Zhenhuo, Zhuo Yifan groaned in pain.

Shen Moyun quacked and said with a strange smile: "The flames that come from the materials that come to the fairy world are not much stronger than the three-flavored real fire. No creature in the lower world can withstand such a calcination. Zhuo Yifan, this is my last resort. You If I am still alive, it will only prove that I am the most unlucky member of the Thousand Machines Clan in history."

"You are not only the most unlucky member of the Qianji clan, but also the most stupid." Zhuo Yifan sneered disdainfully: "You didn't even know the details of your opponent, so you played all your cards. You lose from the start."

"No... no, I don't believe it, you are just a super lucky person from a lower plane, how can you resist the attack of the fairy world?"

Shen Moyun let out a terrified cry, unwilling and angry in every way.

Although Zhuo Yifan was uncomfortable, the defensive power of the Xuanwu God Armor, supported by a large number of spiritual veins, was extremely amazing.

Sanwei Zhenhuo may be fatal to ordinary monks, but in front of Zhuo Yifan, it is greatly reduced.