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"Is it over?"

"Although Lord Frostwood is powerful, he is still too immature compared to Lord Shadow Dragon."

"Legends rise and fall too quickly."

"The glory of Frostwood Lord is short-lived after all."

Countless abyssal beings looked at Lord Frostwood who was drowned by the dragon's breath, and sighed from the bottom of their hearts. If Lord Frostwood continued to practice for a while, he might really have a chance to become the new Lord of the Abyss.

"Shuangmu, you are a respectable opponent, what a pity."

The Shadow Dragon Lord also sighed, but there was no slack in the fierce attack.

The challenge begins.

Only one party is destined to survive.

In the haze, Zhang Mu saw that the eight sections of reverse growth marks on his body were fading away bit by bit, and death was eroding his soul.

This time, he failed to reverse the situation between life and death.

He felt that his body functions had been completely lost, and his final consciousness would also dissipate.

Just when the life force was about to be completely cut off, the shattered body was suddenly lifted up by something, which actually spliced ​​the spilled life force bit by bit.

"The power of Third Junior Sister?"

The figure of the girl emerged in Zhang Mu's mind, the junior sister who always wore a lab coat and wire-rimmed glasses and tinkered with various alchemical substances all day long.

The chicken soup that once frightened the entire sect had become his life-saving water today.

He remembered that his teacher and his fourth junior brother both said that although Junior Sister Qingqing's chicken soup was terrible to drink, it was a life-saving medicine. The chicken soup was really bitter, and only by exchanging one's life could one taste its sweetness.

At this moment, Zhang Mu finally felt it.

But this power is still not enough.

Under the dragon's breath of destruction, it cannot last long.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhang Mu's heart was beating. At that moment, he seemed to feel that he was a person in a distant time and space. His girlfriend, who shared the same sentiments as him, was looking forward to his return.

"I can't die yet!"

"What should Xiaoshuang do if I die?"

Zhang Mu, whose pupils were already dilated, suddenly woke up, and his will to survive became much stronger.

The power of his heart stirred up the blood in his body, and with the help of the little vitality provided by Junior Sister Qingqing just now, he was barely able to put up some defense.

"ah!!!"

He used all his strength to activate the Dragon Divine Bones, which had a restraining effect on the Shadow Dragon Lord, to block the blow.

It's just that his mental strength has long been exhausted.

The demon body is also eroding his inner consciousness.

At this moment, a lotus flower bloomed in his mind, instantly sublimating his spiritual power.

"It's Master!"

Zhang Mu was overjoyed.

The master took action and gave him a chance to make a comeback.

The Dragon Divine Bones erupted with bright golden light, and a huge dragon head rushed out from the dragon's breath.

"What?"

The Shadow Dragon Lord was startled.

He actually felt a fatal threat.

Lord Frostwood had already fallen into death just now, so why did he suddenly burst out with such powerful power?

He would never have imagined it.

In his eyes, the struggling representative Frostwood Lord also has several off-field aids.

One of the off-field aids was even more powerful than him.

The abyssal beings who were watching the battle erupted into cheers that made the entire thirty-two levels of the abyss tremble. They seemed to have seen this scene before, but they had never been so excited as at this moment.

A drama of reversal between life and death!

Is it going to happen again?

"Shuangmu, you really did not disappoint me!"

The shadow dragon was full of fighting spirit and launched a more violent attack on the frost tree.

"Not enough!"

"It's not enough to defeat the Shadow Dragon Lord!"

Although Zhang Mu received short-term assistance, he knew that external forces were still external forces, and no matter how powerful his master was, he could not help him produce qualitative changes.

Only rely on yourself!

Only by transforming again can we defeat the Shadow Dragon Lord.

"We must never let Master down!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Zhang Mu was covered in blood, and the reverse growth pattern on his body grew again, but this time there was a dark pattern, which was a sign that the ninth pattern was about to be born.

Nine turns of reverse life.

The ninth turn is the true transformation, like a chrysalis turning into a butterfly.

"The ninth pattern!"

"open!"

Zhang Mu used all his strength to continuously stimulate the growth of the ninth pattern.

The ninth pattern continuously sucks the source of his life.

But he didn't care anymore.

Because he could feel the power of the origin of chaos calling to him. It was a sign of the demigod realm and the only chance to defeat the Shadow Dragon Lord.

Gather!

Regroup!

When the ninth pattern fully bloomed, Zhang Mu was finally able to clearly feel the power of the origin of chaos.

Nine wanderings between life and death.

Any failure at any point could lead to his death.

But he succeeded!

It is courage that supports luck!

Uh-huh!

Zhang Mu broke through the dragon's breath, punched out, and the nine dragons roared in unison, sending the Shadow Dragon Lord flying.

For the first time in this fight he had the upper hand.

But Zhang Mu didn't dare to relax at all, even if his ears were full of voices calling his pseudonym, he knew that this was the moment when the battle really began.

He came up step by step.

The same is true for the Shadow Dragon Lord.

It's not that simple to defeat the Shadow Dragon Lord.

"Shuangmu, you have brought a surprise to this monarch."

The Shadow Dragon Lord laughed wildly. He had not fought so happily for a long time. This is the real happiness, this is the fun of living in the abyss.

"Shadow Dragon Lord, thank you."

Zhang Mu also fell into the pleasure of fighting.

The two sides once again entered into a fierce battle, the battle was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the mountains and rivers of the 32nd layer of the abyss flowed backwards.

The battle between the two monarchs made the entire layer of the abyss fall into a carnival, and even the monarchs of other abysses could not help but come to watch the battle.

This battle lasted for a full ten days.

The two sides fought from the throne of the abyss to the end of the abyss, and countless abyss lives risked their lives to watch the battle.

The constant battle finally made the two sides tired, but the fighting spirit of both sides became more and more crazy. They could enjoy such a refreshing battle, even if they died, they would have no regrets.

Boom!

The Shadow Dragon Monarch finally seized the opportunity, and his sharp tail directly pierced into Zhang Mu's body, and the scales burst out, trying to tear Zhang Mu apart completely.

And Zhang Mu was even more ferocious.

He remembered the scene when Long Aotian died in the battle, and directly pulled the Dragon God Bone out of his spine, threw it fiercely, and pierced it directly into the huge head of the Shadow Dragon Monarch.

Both sides fell to the bottom of the abyss at the same time.

"Who won?"

"Will they all die?"

"Impossible, if one of the two challengers dies, the other will be baptized by the abyss immediately, and it is impossible for them to die."

The rules of the abyss are like this, and the winner will be baptized.

So there is no phenomenon of picking up leaks in the abyss. Whoever wins wins. If other abyss creatures want to gain status, they must challenge openly.

Because the monarchs of the abyss will be stronger than one another.

The bottom of the abyss.

The Shadow Dragon Monarch and Zhang Mu fell to the torn ground at the same time. Neither of them had the strength to attack again. They could only hold on to their lives and wait for the other's death.

The two sides looked at each other and stared at each other closely.

No resentment!

Only respect!

No matter who wins, the loser will only be grateful for the opponent's full effort!