Like a beast at bay on a deserted road.

  The surrounding dust and mist still carried a heavy momentum, flowing and turning, his figure also involuntarily drifting with the flow of dust and mist.

  The woman paused, lifted her blood-soaked face, glanced at Lemo who had pulled away from her again, and continued to move towards him. Her perfect, unblemished bare feet stepped on the eerie purple flames, slowly advancing through the heavy, murderous fog.

  Liu Donghua's face turned as white as paper.

  He didn't expect the two of them to be so stubborn! The first time he used the Nine Revolutions Xuan Tu Pan, he underestimated the speed at which his spiritual power was being consumed. At this point, he was also in a precarious situation, with his spiritual power almost exhausted, while the two of them were still struggling to hold on.

  Damn it, where did such a terrifying guy come from?

  He initially thought that the female cultivator was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that the dark-skinned man's strength would exceed his imagination. To say nothing of others, among all the fellow disciples in their sect, not a single one could withstand the force of nine turns of Xuan Tu Pan for so long! Not even Huang Zhuo Guang could achieve this!

  What kind of monsters were they? He felt an inexplicable sense of terror in his heart.

  He forced himself to calm down, knowing that at this time, there was no other way but to persevere. The dark-skinned man seemed to have no combat power, but the female cultivator, although covered in blood, should not have suffered serious injuries. Once he retracted the Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan, with the abilities of his two junior brothers, they would absolutely be unable to withstand this strange and mysterious female cultivator!

  That purple flame was unusually powerful, but Liu Donghua guessed that its consumption shouldn't be low either.

  Both sides are now locked in a stalemate, waiting to see who can outlast the other.

  The feeling of spiritual energy depletion made Liu Donghua feel weaker than ever before, his face as white as paper. But knowing that this was the time to fight for his life, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he took out another spirit pill, stuffing it into his mouth without hesitation.

  A surge of spiritual energy suddenly burst open inside him, and a flush of red suddenly rose to his pale face.

  The two junior brothers' faces changed dramatically. With this Spirit Origin Pill, Senior Brother's cultivation would be damaged for at least three years. Senior Brother was going all out!

  The two of them held their breath, and neither had expected that what was originally thought to be a sure-win situation would turn into a desperate one. But they knew that the outcome of this desperation would directly decide whether the two of them lived or died.

  "Senior brother, pass it on to us!"

  Originally planning to end this battle and head to the Tian Shui Realm, his junior brother suddenly spoke up in a loud voice, while another junior brother turned around, looking at him with some confusion.

  "Junior brother, let's pass our spiritual energy to senior brother!"

  The young monk gritted his teeth and nodded: "That's right, we'll fight to the death together!"

  Liu Donghua was overjoyed, and hastily activated his technique. In a flash of light, the two appeared beside him. At this point, he no longer had the strength to speak. The other two disciples saw the situation and didn't waste any words; one stretched out a hand and placed it on his back.

  The three of them cultivated the same mental method, with the same spiritual energy properties.

  Spiritual energy poured endlessly from the arms of the two into Liu Donghua's body, and Liu Donghua felt an unprecedented surge of spiritual energy within him, his confidence greatly boosted, and the light on his Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan shone brightly!

  Zuo Mo was like a beast on the brink of collapse, instinctively howling in rage. His body suddenly surged with threads of black air, and the brown earth mist remained as solemn and murderous as ever, but these fine threads of black air did not tremble in the slightest when faced with the earth mist that could crush everything.

  They slid silently over the undulating surface of Lem, but soon they all dived into his body and disappeared.

  Just now, chaos reigned within Zuo Mo's body.

  Now there are only two colors left, red and black!

  Deep crimson flames danced like a dancer's twisting waist, while black fog was as still as ink. The two were clearly distinct, like two greedy monsters that swallowed all the fragments of power they encountered along the way.

  In an instant, all other powers that had been rampant in Zuo Mo's body were swept away.

  In the sea of knowledge, Pu Yao sat cross-legged, his originally pale and beautiful face now even paler. Beside him, the black clouds that had always lingered by the tombstone also vanished into thin air.

  Dark clouds and evil fire were like two ferocious beasts, coiled inside Zuo Mo's body, staring each other down.

  Zuo Mo's body quieted down, and his consciousness also slowly returned. Although his body was still unable to move, he couldn't feel the terrifying pressure of the earth mist outside. Zuo Mo, who had just managed to save his life, hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he discovered that the two opposing forces of red and black within him were on the verge of another fierce battle.

  He knows it's serious.

  The deep red flames should be the power of the Pú Yāo, before the endless sea of fire in the Sea of Consciousness seemed to be another world, later it is unknown whether the power of the Pú Yāo was damaged or what happened, the sea of fire disappeared.

  Hei Yun was also familiar, the black cloud that lingered by the tombstone year after year. Compared to Pu Yao who claimed to be a heavenly demon, the origin of the tombstone was even more mysterious, and Pu Yao seemed reluctant to mention it.

  The relationship between the demon and the monument is quite subtle. They are both enemies and yet very familiar with each other, making it difficult for him to understand clearly.

  Two forces of violence and brutality, every detail is unreservedly exposed, Zuo Mo, who survived the disaster, once again fell into a hair-raising situation.

  What made Zuo Mo feel fortunate was that the two did not collide. The ghost fire suddenly transformed into a very fine thread of flame, and without warning, it drilled into Zuo Mo's brow. The black cloud was like water poured into sand, quickly drying up and sinking down, but Zuo Mo could see clearly, it sank into his own bones.

  What are these two doing? Luo Mo was somewhat angry.

  Before he could even express his anger, overwhelming pressure came from all sides, squeezing in on him!

  Damn it!

  Zuo Mo suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise, the pressure was still irresistible, but it didn't feel as unbearably painful as before.

  It seems somewhat bearable...

  Zuo Mo quickly realized that this was not an illusion, and his body had undergone some kind of change again. This thought flashed through his mind, but before he could examine himself, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure shrouded in purple flames.

  All of Zuo Mo's thoughts came to a sudden halt!

  He stared blankly.

  The woman was just a short distance away from him, her entire body shrouded in a shadow of flames, slowly moving closer to him. What shocked Zuo Mo was that face, the face covered in fresh blood. The woman's face was completely smeared with blood, making it impossible to discern her features, except for those slightly dim eyes.

  Watching the nun-like woman move towards him as slowly as a wooden puppet, Zu Mo suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to call out to her.

  Who are you?

  Why?

  Zuo Mo stared blankly at the female cultivator, for the first time, the purple light in his eyes didn't have even a hint of malevolence or eeriness. Although he couldn't understand why, although there were too many doubts, Zuo Mo suddenly understood that she had no ill intentions.

  No, looking at that blood-soaked face, with a slow pace like a snail, this is definitely not without malice!

  She must have some connection with herself... perhaps they knew each other before?

  He didn't know anything, but at this moment, a certain string in his heart was suddenly touched.

  His gaze fell on the female cultivator's blood-covered face, watching as the blood trickled down her chin and into the dusty air, before being strangled into a bloody mist that dispersed into the dust. As he looked, the anger in his heart suddenly surged up for some reason!

  It's Fa Bao!

  An indescribable anger surged through Zuo Mo's chest, his eyes immediately turning a deep red as two flames seemed to dance within them.

  His body was unable to move, pressure like a tidal wave, making people desperate!

  Zuo Mo began to stir up his spiritual energy, and it surged into his arms, starting to circulate at an astonishing speed.

  One day in a week... Two days in a week...

  Ten Heavenly Stems... Eleven Heavenly Stems...

  Eighteen Heavenly Cycles... Nineteen Heavenly Cycles...

  The wildly rotating spiritual power didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and the flames of anger surged like a flood, as a strong destructive desire suddenly rose up in Zuo Mo's heart!

  Slowly swirling, the mighty dust storm was so annoying to him, so disgusting, and made him want to destroy it! From the moment he opened his eyes, for the first time, he had such a strong urge to destroy something!

  Twenty weeks!

  Happy 21st birthday!

  The flames in Zuo Mo's eyes were fiercely trembling, all of them mad.

  Twenty-three weeks pregnant

  His arms were torn open, with crisscrossing bloodstains all over them.

  Twenty-four solar terms!

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  Her crystal-like arms burst out a puff of bloody mist!

  The flames danced wildly in Zuo Mo's eyes, like a deep and profound sea of fire.

  His face was twisted into a ball, every blue vein bulging, every muscle trembling, and every bone creaking!

  "Get up!"

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and roared in anger, using all his strength to lift his arms with a desperate effort!

  Caw caw caw!

  He heard his bones crackling, his eyes turned blood red, like a madman.

  "Get up!"

  His arms shook violently with a burst of blood mist, slowly rising upwards.

  In the depths of his left eye, that vast expanse of flames surged violently, filling every corner of his eyes! He was like a furious beast, tearing apart with a frenzied roar: "Get up for me, damn it! Ahhhhhh!"

  Both arms lifted up rapidly, as if suddenly freed from earthly restraints!

  Crossing blood stains densely distributed on the crystal-like arms, the raised arms slightly bent backwards.

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with fury as he summoned the last vestiges of his strength. He was like an ancient, malevolent deity, his fists crashing down with incredible force.

  "Damn it to death!"

  Two fists that seemed to be carved out of crystal emerged! On the surface of each fist, a stern and solemn ancient face could faintly be seen.

  Liu Donghua's face changed drastically!

  Two fists fiercely plunged into the misty earth, shooting out three feet, and suddenly bursting open!

  Heaven!

  It was as if someone was muttering in a low voice, like muffled thunder, like beating a heavy drum, making one's heart tremble!

  The originally slow-moving dust suddenly surged up. Liu Donghua and the other two let out a simultaneous muffled groan, with blood flowing from their mouths and noses, their faces deathly pale! The three of them were like they had been struck by lightning, stiff as wooden boards, not moving at all.

  Twenty-four weeks of Lapis Lazuli Sky Wave!

  The swirling dust and sand suddenly vanished into thin air, and that terrifying pressure that seemed to penetrate every pore also disappeared.

  Stardust once again sprinkled down on Zuo Mo's body. The three people in the distance were like wooden stakes, their heads buried downward.

  A female cultivator who had broken free from her restraints took a stride and appeared beside Zuo Mo.

  Zuo Mo's entire body was drained of its strength, his eyes were empty and hollow, and he fell to the ground limply. The female cultivator picked him up with one hand.

  That face covered in blood was blurry, Left Mo's eyes were getting darker and darker, he struggled to lift his eyelids, opened his mouth, and his voice was like a mosquito.

  "Who the hell are you..."

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