Zhou Qingmu's eyes were indifferent, and his white hair was spread over his shoulders, but he looked miserable.

I saw him pull out the Immortal Burial Sword stained with his blood, leap into the air, and instantly arrive in front of Jiang Chen on Dragon Soul's head, and said indifferently: "It's enough if I can kill you!"

At this time, the passage of vitality was quietly slow, and his cultivation reached the ninth level of the Yuanshen Realm at this time!

"It's just a matter of exchanging one's life for cultivation. I'm a genuine eighth-level Yuan Shen realm, so I'm not afraid of a weakling like you!" Jiang Chen said with a ferocious smile.

Zhou Qingmu did not speak, but raised the long sword in his hand that was stained with blood, and thrust the sword into the head of Dragon Soul at Jiang Chen's feet!

The red dragon soul instantly started roaring and wailing. Upon seeing this, Jiang Chen brazenly raised the spear filled with fighting spirit in his hand and shot Zhou Qingmu's head down with one shot!

Zhou Qingmu said calmly: "You have been able to fight with me for so long just because your realm is higher than mine. Now that I am above you, how can you deserve to fight with me!"

As he spoke, Zhou Qingmu just raised his hand slightly, turned it into a palm, and a zhenqi palm print appeared, instantly blocking the spear head that contained the rolling dragon's power.

Then, Zhou Qingmu focused his gaze on the fearful and frightened eyes, and his true energy surged like a wave in his hand, and he instantly knocked out the overbearing spear!

And Jiang Chen's body was instantly knocked back several feet with this brazen palm!

Zhou Qingmu didn't care what happened to Jiang Chen, he just pressed one hand violently on the long sword inserted on Dragon Soul's head!

The torrential sword energy tore apart instantly!

I saw that the red dragon soul began to roar instantly after being torn apart by the sword energy.

The soul power it has accumulated over the years in the Yuanlong Spear is now being taken away bit by bit by this sword!

The next moment, the red dragon soul actually shrank several times in this instant, and finally turned into a residual red light and flew back into the body of the battle spear Yuanlong!

Immediately, Zhou Qingmu looked at Jiang Chen indifferently on the ground, held the sword in his hand tightly, turned into a rainbow light and headed towards Jiang Chen's figure.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chen also felt a little heavy. He didn't dare to hesitate. He raised his spear and swung it out. A black dragon shadow instantly hit Zhou Qingmu's figure!

However, just as the black dragon phantom hit him, it was instantly torn apart by the sword energy of the sword in Zhou Qingmu's hand!

Jiang Chen's expression also began to become serious. He did not dare to neglect, his body trembled, countless black energy surged on his body, and he crashed towards Zhou Qingmu!

Zhou Qingmu immediately stabbed him with his sword. He never thought that Jiang Chen would take the sword with his body!

After the sword penetrated Jiang Chen's body, Jiang Chen did not stop at all. In an instant, he raised his fist and punched Zhou Qingmu's head!

"Since you want to kill me, then you must die with me!" Jiang Chen said ferociously!

Zhou Qingmu, however, always looked indifferent, not caring at all about his crazy behavior!

Instead, he raised one hand, like an immortal stroking his head, and slapped Jiang Chen on the top of his head!

It’s still the regretful mountain that destroys the element!

boom!

Zhou Qingmu and Jiang Chen's bodies fell heavily to the ground at the same time, but Jiang Chen's look was even more miserable now!

Jiang Chen forcefully took the blow from Zhou Qingmu, who was at the peak of the Yuanshen Realm! He also blocked the space-rending sword with his body!

At this time, blood began to ooze from the top of his head, and the place where Zhou Qingmu's sword penetrated his body was bleeding even more!

This life and death battle is really tragic!

But Zhou Qingmu, who had a slight advantage in realm, dodged the punch at the last moment, but was still hit on the shoulder by the punch!

At this time, although Zhou Qingmu was burning his vitality and forcibly reaching the peak of the Yuanshen realm, his physical body was still the same as before!

Therefore, in addition to the unstoppable blood flow, the entire bone on his shoulder was also shattered!

How does the human body compare with monsters?

Besides, the residual energy after that punch was still tearing his arm apart!

It can be said that if he had not been treated in time, his arm would have been useless!

Both of them were in miserable condition now, but Zhou Qingmu, who had the will to move forward, was the first to stand up while enduring the huge pain in his arms and the dwindling vitality.

After Jiang Chen was "touched on the head" by Zhou Qingmu's "immortal", it can be said that his soul and body have been severely damaged!

At this time, he was no longer able to stand up from the ground, or in other words, it was no less difficult than climbing to the sky.

It is even difficult to burn vitality and forcibly improve the strength like Zhou Qingmu did before!

Watching Zhou Qingmu holding the sword and slowly walking towards him step by step, he felt pain and panic in his heart. Jiang Chen suddenly regretted why he had not burned his life to seize the inheritance like Zhou Qingmu did before.

If we can get the inheritance, it may not be impossible to recover the lost vitality, right?

Jiang Chen suddenly felt annoyed in his heart.

But, unfortunately it was too late.

Zhou Qingmu's figure had already arrived in front of him, his eyes as cold as ice, he raised the sword in his hand without hesitation and stabbed Jiang Chen!

Jiang Chen closed his eyes in despair. At this time, he couldn't even say anything to beg for mercy.

In the end, he just sighed: "God is unfair!"

Bloody light flashed, covering their eyes.

A ray of moonlight came from the clouds, and the heaven and earth did not dare to make an uproar.

In the end, the figure in black clothes with disheveled white hair continued to walk forward, and behind him, in the vast desert, there was only a standing spear.

The man who was obviously young but had gray hair early just walked and never looked back, but his breath became weaker and weaker in this miserable paleness.

The mountains are high and the road is far, how long is the road ahead?

However, Zhou Qingmu had not walked for too long. Just as the morning sun was about to rise, a pitch black lake appeared in front of him that was almost the same as the sea of ​​​​underworld in the Swinging Cave Sky.

This is the black pool.

After hearing the angry roar of the dragon, the lake began to surge, and a water column rose out of thin air.

On top of the water column, stood a middle-aged man in black robe. He did not pay attention to Zhou Qingmu, but cast his gaze thousands of miles away behind Zhou Qingmu. He saw the solitary spear, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Sunk to the bottom.

Immediately, he finally focused his gaze on the young man in black robe, whose vitality was like a candle in the wind, and said in a trembling voice: "Did you kill Jiang Chen?"

Zhou Qingmu slowly raised his head and looked at the stalwart figure, looking at it indifferently, but the result was already revealed.

The middle-aged man did not directly focus his so-called hatred on Zhou Qingmu, but looked at the desolate scene thousands of miles away and said sadly: "Why are you so persistent!"

Zhou Qingmu didn't care at all whether the middle-aged man would take action against him. He stepped on the lake and walked forward slowly and numbly.

With every step he took, the life in him seemed to lose a little more.

The rising sun slowly rising over the lake seemed to be in stark contrast to the gloomy look of the man approaching.

The man walked very slowly, as if he would be unable to hold on any longer and sink into the lake. He faced the rising sun, his white hair fluttering.

But the white-haired man still didn't stop, his eyes seemed to sparkle with some indelible faith, supporting his last breath.

When he was about to die, with tears in his eyes, he kept mumbling: "Miss Lin, wait for me."

...

Far away in the clouds outside Beiming, the figure of a young man in Taoist robes passed by like the wind.

And at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped and stood there dumbfounded.

Yang Zhao tremblingly took out a token with the word "zhou" engraved on it from his sleeve robe. This was one day many years ago, when the three of them were separated, they made tokens engraved with each other's soul marks.

But now, this token from Zhou Qingmu is stained with a layer of darkness, and the remaining soul imprint is like a fallen leaf in the wind, which may fall to the ground at any time and never come back.

Yang Zhao held the token in his hand tightly, his eyes turning red from unknown moment.

The young man who had never fallen into the wind and snow in his life felt as if he had fallen into the wind and frost for the first time in ten thousand years. He raised the token in his hand high and shouted loudly: "Wait for me, brother will come to take you home soon. You must

wait for me......"

...

In a small city outside the Dragon Emperor's Palace, the most noble palace in Beiming.

On the street, a woman in plain clothes was walking home when her heart suddenly trembled.

She subconsciously picked up the jade pendant hanging from her waist that was given by someone.

The color of the jade pendant has become much darker today for some unknown reason.

Immediately, the woman suddenly felt that the origin that was in someone's body but was closely connected to her was actually in some decay.

The woman looked at the newborn sun and murmured to herself subconsciously: "Don't you keep saying that you want to work hard to become stronger and avenge your parents? How could you die like this..."

But as she spoke, the woman felt a little aggrieved, and her beautiful face was full of sadness.

The woman suddenly realized something: "No, why the origin and my induction have become so much stronger. Could it be..."

"Fool, how can you come to my house alone? Did you agree that I would bring you here?"

Only the poignant voice is still echoing, but the woman's figure is no longer where she was, relying on the meager connection with the origin, heading somewhere!

...

In the eastern region of Tianqian, Xiu Shuang Cities.

Without those so-called immortals who once caused trouble, the Demon-Broken Mountain has become an excellent and beautiful place.

Beside a pool called "Yanlianchi".

The man in green clothes was still sitting on the bluestone. She subconsciously looked to the north, as if across thousands of rivers and mountains, she saw the miserable appearance of the person in her heart.

A head of loose white hair covered the girl's eyes.

And in the long eyes of autumn water, there are thousands of sorrows, but compared with the gloomy dusk of that person, they seem to be weak.

In the eyes of the girl who was clearly no longer a "mortal", when the life of that person gradually disappeared like a candle, she finally could not suppress the pain in her heart.

In an instant, the man in green clothes appeared above Duanyao Mountain, intending to head towards the north.

The thick smoke blocked the girl's figure, but the old man who suddenly appeared just said calmly:
Chapter completed!