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"Is this the so-called God Regret Realm?" Jian Twelve's voice became difficult, as if his throat was blocked.

Qin Chuan said indifferently: "The disintegration of the demon is inherited from the twelve ancestor witches who lived in the chaotic period. They don't have a sea of ​​primordial spirits, they don't have any strength, they can't practice Taoism, and they don't have the chance to prove the Taoism. The tyrannical body that supports the heaven and the earth is an immortal body that can devour all things and manipulate feng shui, thunder and lightning."

Jian Twelve's face turned cold, and he listened with tense nerves.

"It is rumored that this "Tianmo Disintegration **" can be transformed into the body of the ancestral witch and achieve the true meaning of immortality after cultivating to the ninth level. However, none of the masters of the Tianmo sect has reached this level. Hundreds of years ago, I have discovered the method of the Eightfold Realm, and thus stepped into the Realm of Regret.” Qin Chuan’s indifferent tone seemed to contain endless majesty, and he said in a deep voice: “At this stage, although there is no such thing as the immortality of the ancestor witch, but in this world Nothing can hurt me anymore."

What he said was calm, but extremely domineering.

Jian Twelve had also heard about the rumors about Zu Wu, but he never believed that monsters from ancient times could be revived through a book of exercises, but at this moment, it seems that Qin Chuan's physical body is beyond his imagination .

The Wanwu sword was broken, and Sword Twelve had no other means. He only felt that the Wangjian in his hand was not as powerful as before, and it couldn't give him any confidence.

turn around!

Qin Chuan took a step slowly, but appeared in front of him in an instant, and threw out a punch.

Jian Twelve, who had been on guard for a long time, had already raised the king sword horizontally, resisting this fist mark, only felt an unimaginable force penetrate the sword body, and hit the chest on the right side hard.

puff!

The ground flesh and blood splashed out from behind him with a large cloud of blood mist, and Jian Twelve involuntarily retreated, like an arrow flying from the string, it had already passed a thousand feet away in an instant, crushing the devastated clouds into large pieces Clouds.

"what!!!!"

A shrill scream erupted from Jian Twelve's throat, and he saw the gap pierced through his chest, bloody and terrifying, and he could completely see the scenery behind him along the gap.

After all, Wang Jian was forged from the bones of real demons. No matter how powerful Ren Qinchuan was, he would not be able to destroy it, but it was quite easy to break Jian Twelve's body.

Turning around with one step, regretting with one punch, Qin Chuan's offensive did not stop at all, repeated three times in a row.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of flesh breaking, three shocking gaps appeared on Jian Twelve's body, and this body seemed to be dilapidated.

At this moment, the strength of Qin Chuan, the patriarch of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was fully revealed. It seemed that reaching the state of regret meant that no one could break his body and no one could stop his fists.

If there is anyone who can restrain Qin Chuan, I am afraid that only the old monk of the Six Paths or the Lord of Shushan can do it, and Jian Twelve, who has only reached the realm of transforming the sky, is obviously not enough.

After retreating quickly, Jian Twelve endured the pain of tearing his body. At this point, he no longer had any strength to fight back, nor did he have enough strength to cut Qin Chuan under the sword. Thoughts abounded in his mind, thinking Thinking about every possibility, otherwise, if this continues, as long as Qin Chuan punches him in the head or abdomen, he will perish in an instant.

The next moment, the most powerful Heavenly Demon Sovereign in history has come forward, and his blood-stained fist is about to fall again.

"The sword of all things!"

Jian Twelve steadfastly stabilized his figure, spat out a mouthful of blood with the last of his strength, and the blood with a fishy smell exploded as if in the air, shooting out dozens of extremely thin blood awns, stabbing hard at the Qin Chuan's body.

These blood lights are very thin, as long as they are thin enough, they will have enough penetrating power.

A few very thin lines of blood appeared on Qin Chuan's chest, but they healed themselves in a blink of an eye, but this offensive made his fist slow down by one-thousandth of his breath.

However, taking advantage of this gap, Jian Twelve manipulated Wang Jian to quickly dodge, but he did not escape, but flew towards the Tongtian Sword Tower.

Those eyes, as dark as night, fixedly stared at Yuan Futu in the crowd.

"As long as I eat you, I can have all the power of chaos, give me your power!"

This is Jian Twelve's strategy. He always believed that by swallowing Yuan Futu and integrating the chaotic spiritual treasure in his flesh and blood into his own body, he would be able to control this ultimate spiritual treasure that appears once every 10 years.

In this way, using the Chaos Spirit Treasure to deal with Qin Chuan would definitely lead to death.

Yuan Futu turned pale with shock, in front of Jian Twelve, he had no power to fight back at all.

"Don't think about it!"

As soon as the afterimage moved, Xiao Zhan came towards him like the wind, and he punched out, extremely powerful, and the demonic energy in the punch immediately exploded.

Jian Twelve swung the king sword, and the devilish energy dissipated immediately, and then spit out a mouthful of blood again, and the Wanwu sword hidden inside burst out, forcing back Ziye Canglong and Mei Ling'er who were chasing them.

And at this moment, he had already arrived in front of Yuan Futu, stretched out that white bony hand, and was about to grab his chest, as if he wanted to dig out the heart inside.

The chaotic spirit treasure has been integrated into Yuan Futu's limbs and bones. As long as Jian Twelve eats any part of his flesh and blood, the power of chaos will skyrocket. This is his last trump card.

"Give it to me, hahahaha!"

Jian Twelve smiled ferociously, and slowly opened his black mouth, with a few strands of real demon power flowing inside, which looked extremely frightening.

Yuan Futu wanted to retreat, but found that the whole space was as sticky as a quagmire, and it was difficult to even move his fingers, and the Gale Seal that was always held in his palm had no effect, so he could only helplessly look at the bone hand. It's about to penetrate his chest.

Desperate thoughts welled up in his mind. No matter what the process was, the ending seemed to be the same. He even closed his eyes and began to wait for the coming of death. At this moment, he also heard Qin Rongxian's terrified cry, and... a sound There was a startling muffled sound.

Yuan Futu didn't feel the pain, so he was very confused, but his heart twitched violently at this moment, he opened his eyes anxiously, and saw that sad figure rushing in front of him desperately, Let Jian Twelve's bone hand penetrate his abdomen, and then use his fingertips to leave a shallow bloodstain on Yuan Futu's chest.

"Wan'er!"

Yuan Futu couldn't believe the scene in front of him, but a sound broke out from his throat.

Always a step slower, Qin Chuan's turn had just settled, and he punched Jian Twelve's left arm with a cracking sound, and Jian Twelve's body slammed into the middle of the sword tower, smashing countless tile.

Lin Wan'er fell limply in Yuan Futu's arms, her face was pale and bloodless, but when she saw that Yuan Futu was safe and sound, a pale smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.