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The Yin and Yang death curse obliterates human life and devours human flesh and blood.

In just a few breaths, Ye Zichuan's arms shrank completely, withered like branches and ghost claws.

Ye Zichuan grabbed a handful of thousand-year-old elixir from the space, ignoring the others at all, and stuffed his mind into his mouth.

The majestic medicinal power dissolves, and the rich vitality surges in the body.

But the death curse is like a bottomless pit, there is no limit at all, the majestic medicine power has been swallowed.

"Asshole!"

Ye Zichuan's face was gloomy, and his breathing became difficult.

Because his five internal organs began to change, if even the internal organs were swallowed, he would not be able to survive for thousands of years of elixir.

And at this critical juncture, the godhead fragments moved again.

It felt the crisis, and the lines on the fragments flowed like water waves, making a sound like a breakthrough.

In a daze, Ye Zichuan seemed to see another world.

In the fragments of the godhead, there seems to be a universe, the heavens and the world, the endless dimensions, dotted around, and vast.

The magnificent and mysterious aura surged, and the Yin-Yang Death Curse seemed to have been greatly frightened, panicked, and wanted to escape from Ye Zichuan's body.

But it was too late, the godhead fragments turned into a black hole, and even the sun, moon and stars were swallowed in, and annihilation was in it. How could the death curse be an exception?

Seeing the death curse being swallowed, there was no more abnormality in the body, Ye Zichuan let out a sigh of relief.

A hanging heart was let go, and he sat on the ground with a cold sweat on his head.

At that moment, he felt the smell of death again, and watched death approaching, but he could not do anything.

His strength is very strong, strong enough to pervert.

But he couldn't control his life.

Looking at the fragments of Godhead in his mind, his eyes became extremely deep.

When can I take the initiative to control it?

You can't rely on it to attack passively every time, right?

And he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that there seemed to be another consciousness in the fragments of the godhead, and this consciousness would only respond when he felt the real danger.

"I hope I think too much."

After taking a bite of ginseng for a thousand years, Ye Zichuan sat down and began to digest the medicinal power.

The shriveled arms gradually filled up, the flesh and blood grew again, and the blood began to flow.

After sitting for more than an hour, his arms looked normal. Although they have not fully recovered, they are almost there.

With a spit of breath, Ye Zichuan grew up.

Looking around, this mountain range has been completely destroyed.

There was a huge deep pit at his feet, and he stood in it as if it was a little bit, it was charred, with blue smoke, and many places were red with terrifying temperature.

This was bombarded by Lei Ying.

In the distance, several mountain peaks broke, collapsed, and collapsed. Some were only half left, some were flattened, and some split from the middle, like a landslide.

Especially the damage caused by his space, the huge five-kilometer deep pit, seen from the sky, is completely square, all collapsed.

Only the place where the old Taoist is still intact.

I don't know what his power is. Having something in a similar field can offset the influence of the power of space.

"Have you seen enough?"

Ye Zichuan turned to look to the other side.

Song Yuqian hid behind a big rock, fluttering with big eyes, and peeping at this side secretly.

"You...you can't kill people, do you?"

Ye Zichuan was a little bit dumbfounded, and then said fiercely: "You saw what you shouldn't see, now it seems that there is only murder.

Song Yuqian was startled, her small face was a little pale: "Hey, hey, you can't mess around, my sister and your sister are good sisters, so we are also brothers and sisters, you can't do this."

Ye Zichuan almost laughed out loud, usually looking at the strange spirits, how could this be so stupid?

"I am teasing you, to see how scared you are." He said with a smile.

Song Yuqian patted her chest and stuck her tongue out: "I thought you really wanted to kill me."

Ye Zichuan rolled his eyes: "Am I that scary?"

"It's not terrible, it's absolutely abnormal!" Song Yuqian has no sour tone now. This gap can be made up for by not being sour.

"Look around, this is a good thing you did."

Ye Zichuan touched his nose: "No way, this old man is too powerful, I can only use big tricks."

Song Yuqian looked at the pool of blood and sighed with an old-fashioned sigh: "Hey, after so many years of cultivation, it's gone."

Ye Zichuan's face was calm and did not speak.

If you don't kill the other party, then he is the one who died.

This world is so cruel, whoever has a big fist makes sense.

"But I was really right. There really is such an old monster jumping out of the coffin."

"Crow's mouth." Ye Zichuan gave her three words.

"Who has the crow's mouth?" Song Yuqian glared at him: "This is what I heard from my master. These sects have existed since ancient times. How can they not have any cards and background? In the most turbulent times, they were not destroyed by war. , Enough to explain everything."

Indeed, if you don't have enough strength, how can you survive in troubled times?

"Who is your master? I have been listening to you." Ye Zichuan asked curiously: "It's also a god?"

Song Yuqian narrowed her mouth: "Anyway, she is not as strong as you, she belongs to Mount Emei."

"Mount Emei?" Ye Zichuan was a little surprised.

Su Peishan studied under Mount Emei, but some of her skills were not good enough. When Ye Zichuan asked her if she had been driven out of the mountain gate, she seemed a little bit angry.

But Su Peishan's master is the 9th grade, not as good as Song Yuqian's master.

"Practitioner, what can you teach mutant people?" Ye Zichuan was puzzled.

"My master both cultivates both Buddhism and Taoism, self-cultivation and self-cultivation. She taught me to tap the power to control myself. She always said that all principles are connected and that existence makes sense. Since practitioners and mutants exist in this world at the same time, there must be some similarities."

"Facts have proved that her old man is right. Buddhism and Taoism have been passed down to this day, there are many mysterious places, and my spiritual power is much stronger than before."

Ye Zichuan stroked his chin.

What the old Taoist said to him before made him a little surprised.

The gods and gods of Buddhism and Taoism are actually ancient gods that have existed before.

And the methods they practiced were all obtained from ancient miracles.

What is the ancient miracle in his mouth?

This world is really mysterious. As the strength gets stronger, some things seem to gradually surface.

"Let's go back to Qingcheng Mountain."

"Are you really going to wipe out the whole school?" Song Yuqian's eyes widened.

"If they are willing to persuade and compromise, naturally they don't have to kill the door. I am actually very easy to get along with. I hate fighting and killing.

Song Yuqian looked around.

She really didn't see where she got along well.