Chapter 1168 The Fall of the Golden Immortal

Zhong Yuan's [body], the iron-blooded beads turned, and immediately, the immeasurable iron-blooded gas escaped from the blood and wound of the black-robed monk. After transformation, it was injected into Zhong Yuan's [body].

The iron-blooded spirit on the real golden fairy is really extraordinary. Just a wisp of it makes it have a clear and incomparable sense of growth.

However, this extraction only lasted for a moment, and then the black-robed monk regained consciousness. After waking up, as soon as he woke up, he controlled his own injury. Even if it was an iron-blooded pearl, he could no longer directly extract a trace of iron-blooded gas from it.

"It turns out that everything just now is an illusion!"

After the black-robed monk wakes up, he really feels that his current body is not only a problem of injury, but also his own mana and meridians, which have also been greatly affected. Now, he can only barely exert the strength of the realm of the first golden immortal king, and with the passage of time, his own fear I'm afraid that I can play it, so I can only have half a step of golden fairy power.

"You used poison!" The black-robed monk opened his mouth and asked.

"That's good. What, isn't it allowed?" Zhong Yuan replied in his spare time.

"Xu, of course, but your poison seems to be not a natural poison, but a human synthesis, which should be a unique means of the human race!" The black-robed monk said again.

"Not bad." Zhong Yuan also didn't say anything and replied directly.

"Don't you think you should say something?" The black-robed monk asked again. Although his cultivation has declined. However, the demeanor has never been weakened.

"So what do you want to know?" Zhong Yuan also asked.

"Your identity, what the hell are you? It's still Zhong Yuan, or both of them!" The black-robed monk did not hesitate at all, and immediately asked.

"I'm a tagger!" Zhong Yuan looked quite solemn and said, "Look, you are also a Jinxian Zhenjun. I'll let you be a sensible ghost, Zhong Yuan, who has been beheaded by me before. Everything about him has been taken for me!"

"The Taoist friend is really a genius! Even the emperor chosen by the Red Emperor himself is not your opponent!" When the monk in black robe heard this, he immediately said again.

"You can't say that, it's just hard work. It's just a little bit of opportunity!" Zhong Yuan smiled faintly and replied, "Okay, now. You already know that you should be able to go with peace of mind. For the sake of you being a golden fairy. I give you the respect you deserve.

You, cut yourself! Although you and I are not the same. But in the end, your death is also the loss of my Shura!"

"In that case, I would like to thank you for your generosity!" When the monk in black heard this, he replied, "In addition, I also want to say that I hope you can let go of the third prince. He is definitely not your opponent!"

"It's up to him, no longer with me, but with him!" Zhong Yuan did not agree, but said, "If he knew each other after your death, I would naturally not have done too much." However, if he is stubborn and thinks that he has a birth of the third king's direct son, he can do whatever he wants, then I will not be polite at all.

"In this case, everything is determined by God's will! I, an old servant, have already been the third prince, and I have reached the last effort. Under the nine springs, it is enough to see the ancestors of the Wuxiang king's vein!"

While talking, the black-robed monk raised his hand and was about to pat over his head.

At this moment, the palm of the black-robed monk was about to hit his head. Zhong Yuan moved abruptly. In an instant, he came to the front of the black-robed monk. A faint light flashed in his hand, and the Taichu invisible sword was in his hand. Suddenly, a split, in a moment, the black-robed monk was cut into two halves from top to bottom, extremely average, blood spring like an arrow, soaring in all directions.

However, before the blood arrow landed, it was attracted by the iron-blooded beads in Zhong Yuan's [body], turned into iron-blooded qi, and integrated into Zhong Yuan's [body].

Although the bodies of the two black-robed monks that had been cut off were impacted by the peerless murderous intention of Taichu's invisible sword, they still did not die immediately, but shook each other and wanted to move to the middle and combine them into one again. At this time, the long sword in Zhong Yuan's hand suddenly shook, and the sword was full of light, like a sword lotus blooming in the void. In an instant, the body of the black-robed monk was dismembered into countless pieces.

At this time, above Zhong Yuan's head, a spiritual light suddenly rose to the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a big clock. This clock is the magic power of life - the three holy bells.

"When--"

The three holy bells suddenly shook. On the body of the bell, a huge sky-swallowing green lion suddenly appeared, squatting on it, with a big mouth, and the endless black-robed monk's body was swept up by the strong wind and submerged into his big mouth. Only one head remained in the void.

At this moment, the head of the black-robed monk is motionless, his two eyes are wide open, and there is unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"Isn't this senior unwilling? But I can't help it if I'm unwilling. I'm sorry. You and I fight for life and death. Either you die or I live. I really have no choice! You want to sacrifice Shouyuan to plot against me, but you don't know that I, a junior, have to go through a dangerous experience, so it's reasonable for you to die. After all, who made me better!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuan paused for a moment, and then continued, "Since you are dead, don't think about resurrection, so it's better to give me your real name to the real soul!"

While speaking, the five fingers of Zhong Yuan's left hand were slightly bent, and the claws of the silent god moved. He suddenly grabbed it. In an instant, an illusory light and shadow were forcibly extracted from the head of the black-robed monk.

At this moment, the black-robed monk finally closed his eyes. No, he is really dead, but in his heart, he is really desperate. Because Zhong Yuan didn't give him a chance to turn over.

"You won, but you have to be ready to welcome the anger from the third king's pulse!" On the true soul of the black-robed monk, he did not show any figure, but just one sentence came out.

For this last threat, Zhong Yuan came without hesitation. It was urged by the ten kinds of soul search methods and began to extract the memory of the black-robed monk. After an instant, Zhong Yuan's face showed a satisfied smile.