Xin Zhuo felt as if he was competing with him, and the most difficult thing to defeat in this world must be himself.
The figure transformed by the vine, no matter how agility, divine power, or calculation, is no less than him.
After two days of fighting, he became familiar with this way of fighting. Then he had time to look at others. When he saw that the fog was covered with shadows, all of which were flying branches. There was a figure on the branches, clinging to it and falling into a coma. Most of them were dead and were sucked in their entire body, leaving only skin and bones.
He suddenly realized that he had entered the illusion, and the purple dragon vine might... also be devouring the monks to repair their own weakness?
At this time, the figure ahead arrived again. He immediately moved away, his heart moved, letting the figure approach, and then all his strength was concentrated and exploded instantly!
"Boom!"
The figure seemed to have never expected him to do so, and in a hurry, he concentrated all his strength a little like him.
Unfortunately, one step slower.
"Ah——"
After a sour roar, the figure disappeared, the fog around it faded, and a huge withered branch appeared in front of me.
He fell a little under his feet and fell on the withered branches. Looking around, he saw that the branches like dense forests in the fog were covered with people. At this moment, some people broke through the illusion, but no one killed the branches like him, but just defeated them. .
On the huge trunk above the head, the eighth king and the trunk were trapped in nothingness, not knowing what they were doing, who won and who lost?
At this moment, it seemed that the attacks of countless monks made the purple dragon vine even weaker. Suddenly, a harsh and painful dragon roar resounded throughout the huge abyss. Just below, a huge vortex mouth appeared in the center of the purple dragon vine. Layer layers of pushing and exile power gushed out of the huge mouth, as if to drive out all the "ants" in their bodies!
On the branches all over the world, the undead people woke up one after another, including the nine kings, but most of them were instantly exiled to unknown places.
The violent push power is still continuing.
Xin Zhuo's feet sank, climbed tightly on the branches, and looked at the "Whirlpool Giant Mouth" with his eyes fixed on him. He had a premonition that the giant mouth was the root of the purple dragon vine, master Xuan Yu and Wu The Virgin of the Spring, maybe it's inside,
Moreover, an indescribable impulse arose in his heart. He felt that he should be able to try to merge with this terrifying purple dragon vine.
From entering the abyss to now, he tried to sense the full picture of this spiritual object that created the world, and had a wonderful feeling that... he could do it.
This should not be an illusion!
He thought he could take a gamble, first, to see if the two women were alive, otherwise the knot in this life would be difficult to resolve. Second, the so-called opportunity is to give up and live forever, not to mention, he doesn't think he will die!
Sometimes, many things only need one feeling!
But, how to continue?
He tried to move to the next step, but the force of pushing and exile was very terrifying, so terrifying that it was desperate.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Eighth King suddenly looked at him, his eyes were cold and without any emotion. He waved his hand and flicked a Tiansilk ribbon and tied him tightly.
Xin Zhuo was confused and felt sank in his heart. He was about to break free, but he found that the eighth king was sending him down.
Although I don’t know what he wants to do, but... I’m just right!
"Zhuo'er!"
The Eighth King said coldly: "Support you for eighty years for your father, and repay you for your father, today!"
Without waiting for Xin Zhuo to answer, he looked around and scolded, "Everyone, when will you wait until you don't take action?"
The "No. 1 King" in the distance laughed and said, "How wonderful, the Eighth King is killing his beloved son. How can we not help?"
The fifth king also smiled and said, "I'm willing to help you!"
The nine kings all used all their strength to tie Xin Zhuo up and send it down below.
Xin Zhuo was in a very complicated mood. He was really sleepy. Someone gave him a pillow. However, the feeling of being cheated still makes people feel a little uncomfortable. If you don’t say anything to express your dissatisfaction, wouldn’t you look like a fool?
So, while struggling angrily, he said angrily, "Entertainment Father, why do you treat me like this?"
His appearance clearly looks like a dead end, pessimistic and helpless! The young masters such as Jia Nanhu and the other eight masters of the Battle Island were inexplicably relieved and looked at them with a sarcastic look.
Only Bai Jinyu lowered her head and looked unanimous.
But at this time, the Eighth King might have discovered his conscience and sighed: "When I meet you, I will let you fill this eye of emptiness in the true essence. Don't worry, your subordinates will take good care of your father. ! ”
As he said that, he used force to send Xin Zhuo heavily into the vortex below.
They are not afraid of Xin Zhuo not working hard, because as a cultivator, they will not let the purple dragon vine slaughter. As long as he struggles, he will naturally achieve his goal.
...
The purple corrosive aura in the vortex is full of terrifying resentment, hostility and solemn aura, like hundreds of thousands of strangling powers.
As soon as Xin Zhuo entered, countless holes were cut out of his whole body, and his clothes fell with blood and flesh. Moreover, the strangulation power seemed to be extremely poisonous, and the pain was magnified a hundred times.
Even though he claimed to be strong in endurance, he couldn't help but shout out in pain, but then he subconsciously used his physical strength to block it.
However, blockades are like dropping the bucket. Here one has just recovered from injuries, and then there is a terrible loss.
It seems that this purple dragon vine needs to be completely crushed into nutrients to absorb, or it may have other uses.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
I wonder if the people above will benefit greatly because of their own "sacrifice"? Xin Zhuo had no time to think about these things. He was thinking about how to survive and how to integrate the purple dragon vine!
He has studied purple dragon vine many times in the past eighty years. In fact, every time the purple dragon vine is weak, the Nine Battle Islands will send a master to die. This rotation is like this, and it will be once every four thousand years.
If you want to really survive, you have the possibility of fusion of the purple dragon vine, and you need to consume the destructive power of the purple dragon vine and stay immortal.
Therefore, he can only guarantee that he will not die and have a chance!
...
I don’t know how long it took, all his physical strength was consumed, but the destructive power of the purple dragon vine was still in full swing.
A sense of despair surged in my heart!
Xin Zhuo understood why no one had ever merged with the purple dragon vine for countless years. Without mentioning the sense of fit, even the torture of life and death, few people could bear it.
Seeing that he was exhausted, he sighed. Fortunately, he had adapted to the rule of the destructive power of the Purple Dragon Vine. He tried to fall into a wonderful state, just like the moment when he was corrupted by the "scandal" for millions of years, although Now there is no "innate Xuanyang True Spirit", but I am afraid that no one in the world can stand up to the heavenly endurance and the way of wading pain time.
Sure enough, although the pain was still there and it was even more severe, he could bear it, and even consciously recover and fight slowly. As long as he ensured that a little true spirit was immortal, he would have a chance.
One year!
ten years!
Fifty years!
The faint whistling sound from above disappeared.
...
I don’t know if it’s a hundred years or hundreds of years later.
Xin Zhuo's pain slowly disappeared.
Where he was, there was only a fuzzy ball of blood, but a pair of eyes slowly opened from a bare head in the middle.
Nowadays, the hostility, resentment and murderous aura in the space have been extremely weak, and the purple space has become much clearer, all in all directions, full of red silk threads similar to nerves, endless.
Just below, under the abyss, there were dry bones piled up, but at this moment, a graceful figure was picking up something next to the dry bones.
Xin Zhuo's eyes lit up, it was her! (This chapter ends)