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At this moment, the beast bone knife suddenly turned into a blurry phantom in the hands of Jumian Jumian. in its body.レ? Burning? Documents? Libraryレ

The body of the God of Death trembled, and it opened its arms, completely blocking Yuan Futu behind, revealing an aura of seeing death as home.

boom!

As the vague knife shadow gradually became clear, the golden skeleton covered with magic patterns on its chest began to shatter, spreading all over the body in an instant, and the two huge chaotic wings behind it were completely shattered.

The god of death has lost any ability to defend or attack. Its body is cracked and mottled, like countless broken bones spliced ​​together, and it will be completely destroyed if touched.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of the boy's mouth.

The powerful power contained in the knife that wiped out all directions just now is completely beyond the imagination of the god of death. The reason why the shadow of the knife is blurred is because in an instant, tens of millions of swords were swung with extremely stable speed and strength. As a result of this time, who can resist the strongest blow of this god and demon whose strength is close to that of the peak of Huatian.

"The next step is up to you!"

As soon as the words fell, the huge golden skeleton fell to the ground, as if it had been broken into thousands of pieces, and even the head was scattered.

Shi Fang Ju Mie raised his head slightly, and cast his eyes forward through the half of the dog-head mask, but suddenly, he felt an invisible crushing force coming, and this force was impossible to resist, because What it attacks is not the body, but the soul.

The Yuanshi Xuanjie is a small thousand world created by the Chaos Clock. The gods and demons derived from it have all the spirit stones differentiated from the Chaos Clock. This touch of spiritual knowledge is the soul they depend on for survival However, for gods and demons, the differentiated spiritual consciousness is not complete, and it is not even as good as the innate perfect soul of ordinary mortals.

Therefore, at this moment, the destruction of all directions felt a strong threat to life. Once the spiritual consciousness perished, no matter how many high-level gods and demons it swallowed, it would not be able to be reborn again.

The young man's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice, "Soul attack...it's actually a soul attack!"

This is the essence of Yijian Baishikong, infusing one's own soul and soul into the sword to achieve the state of the unity of human and sword. In addition to the extremely strong physical attack, it also has an unimaginable soul attack.

The moon-white light on Tianque Sword is getting brighter and brighter, indicating that the power of the soul is constantly rising. Right now, all the strength and spirit of Yuan Futu seem to have been completely emptied, and the only thing left for him is to swing this sword The strength to stab out.

"Die! One Sword Hundred Worlds!"

Yuan Futu's face was ferocious, and he finally burst out of his long-prepared momentum. He rushed forward a few steps, stepped on the pile of golden bones that had not disappeared, and stabbed fiercely with the Tianque Sword in his hand.

The moon-white light on the edge of the sword circulated endlessly, seemingly extremely soft, but it caused an almost destructive pain to the annihilation of all directions.

The most powerful god and demon instinctively raised the animal bone knife, wanting to make a final resistance, but before it could be lifted to his chest, the blade was blown to pieces with a bang, and the Tianque sword sank into his chest without obstruction. But the moonlight suddenly dimmed.

All directions can be felt, the moon-white light that contains the power of the soul does not disappear, but enters the body, crushing the trace of spiritual consciousness differentiated from the chaotic clock.

Compared with a complete soul, this touch of spiritual consciousness is extremely fragile.

Plop!The young man sat down with a slumped face, as if he didn't think that everything would end so soon.

Yuan Futu let go of the hand holding the sword, and half-kneeled on the lake, gasping for breath as if he was suffocating. He felt very tired, not only physically tired, but also from the sluggishness of the soul. It is difficult to recover.

Ten Fangjue took two steps back as if drunk, stretched out his hand to take off the dog-head mask, and looked at the sword on his chest in disbelief, but his bloody eyes suddenly dimmed, and he became lifeless in an instant , and then fell on his back.

The most powerful god and demon in the suffering area finally died, and it had no way to revive after losing its spiritual consciousness, and its body began to degenerate into the most primitive chaotic matter. In the end, only the Tianque sword was inserted obliquely on the ground.

Yuan Futu felt very painful. With the help of the first suzerain, he mustered up enough courage to swing this sword of destiny, but the negative impact it brought was too great. The physical body can be recuperated quickly with the help of demon power. Recovery, but the time spent on the soul is hard to estimate.

hum!

The young man's index finger was slightly bent, and he tapped the body of the clock lightly with his knuckles, but the huge chaotic clock vibrated violently, emitting bursts of majestic and majestic sounds.

The sound of the bell sounded in Yuan Futu's ears, and Yuan Futu's spirit was immediately revived. He only felt that his soul was like a dry riverbed, but the sound of the bell was like a soft and warm spring rain, instantly rejuvenating his spirit.

"This bell actually has the effect of healing the soul." Yuan Futu was extremely shocked by this. There are not many things in the world that can heal the soul, but they are all extremely precious, just like the holy water of the earth fairy.

"Do you feel better?" There was a sunny smile on the boy's face.

Yuan Futu straightened up, pulled out the Tianque sword and walked in front of the young man, said in a deep voice, "Why do you want to help me recover? Don't you want me to leave here?"

"If you don't have enough strength, letting you leave is tantamount to death, and I don't want you to die, but...you have proved that you have the strength to leave here now, so I don't have to stop you." The boy said.

Yuan Futu stared at the face that became more and more familiar the more he looked at it, and said, "Chaos Clock, is it mine now?"

The boy nodded and said, "Even this world is yours now."

Yuan Futu desperately wanted to leave here, without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and put it on the Chaos Clock.

hum!

The sound of the bell came back to Yuan Futu's mind, and his eyes went dark, and he felt the stars around him shifting, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

At this moment, all the memory fragments hidden in his mind for many years brightened up, and all the mysteries of the Chaos Clock were recorded in it.

The amount of information was so large that Yuan Futu's head almost exploded, but for him, even if his body was smashed to pieces, he still wanted to get this treasure of Chaos Spirit Treasure.