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Chapter 348 The magician fell, the Yuan army was defeated
Chapter 348 The magician fell, the Yuan army was defeated
Hearing Sihanfei asking for help, Mo Yiming was speechless for a moment.
Damn, don't you see that even I can't hold it anymore?
Just a moment ago, he enveloped Yuhuatian with his demon-seeded domain, and wanted to consume Yuhuatian to death by relying on the ghosts of the demon-seeded in the domain.
His domain is quite special, it is condensed in conjunction with his Dao Heart Seed Demon Dafa, which can absorb the spiritual power of the dead and turn it into a ghost image for him to use.
Although the strength of ghost shadows is not strong, they are better in numbers.
As the saying goes, ants kill elephants more often.
In his opinion, no matter how strong Yuhuatian is, in the field of demon seeds, if the vitality cannot be replenished, the strength will eventually be exhausted.
But he didn't expect that Yuhuatian's domain was also terrifying.
As soon as the sky-filled sword energy came out, the demon ghosts in his domain were wiped out like flowing water, but Yuhuatian's power was hardly consumed.
If this continues, even if his demon-seeded phantoms are exhausted, Yuhuatian will not be damaged at all.
Therefore, after seeing that the domain could not achieve the purpose of consuming Yuhuatian, Mo Yiming took the initiative to withdraw from the domain in order to keep the demon ghost.
He never thought that he saw Meng Chixing killed just after he finished the battle with Yuhuatian.
Now, it was Si Hanfei's turn again.
Mo Yiming was not familiar with Si Hanfei, and Si Hanfei was from Dayuan, so he didn't have a good opinion of them.
But at this moment they are allies after all, and Mo Yiming can't just watch Sihanfei fall.
After pondering for a while, Mo Yiming wanted to fly down to save Si Hanfei.
"laugh!"
But at this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Mo Yiming's face changed slightly, and he immediately used his kung fu to resist, but in the next second, he was directly chopped off by the sword energy and flew tens of feet away.
"It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to save others? Do you think this seat doesn't exist?"
Yu Huatian held his sword and stared at him coldly.
Mo Yiming's face was gloomy, and he stared at Yuhuatian intently, his eyes full of fear.
At this moment, the contempt for Yuhuatian in his heart has long since disappeared without a trace.
Although he is the ninth heaven of heaven and man, he is only one step away from joining the Tao.
But now he had to admit that he could not do anything to Yuhuatian by himself.
The primordial spirit attack he is best at is ineffective against Yuhuatian, and his demon seed domain can't consume Yuhuatian either.
On the contrary, it was Yuhuatian's swordsmanship that was able to pose a threat to him and made him very afraid.
In such a situation, his plan to bring Yuhuatian back to plant demon seeds is doomed to fail!
Thinking of this, Mo Yiming's eyes showed a deep sense of unwillingness.
Xiang Yutian is his direct disciple, and it is also an important plan he made to step into the Dao realm.
He planted the devil seed on Xiang Yutian, and he only needs to wait until the devil seed matures to absorb it.
He originally planned to wait for Xiang Yutian to step into the Ninth Heaven Realm, then take the demon seed from Xiang Yutian's body, so as to step into the Harmonious Dao Realm.
For this day, he has waited more than 200 years.
But after Xiang Yutian was killed by Yuhuatian, his plan came to nothing.
Now, even in order to avenge Yutian, he can't even plant the devil seed in Yuhuatian, Mo Yiming is so angry that he almost wants to go crazy.
"boom!"
Just when Mo Yiming concentrated his mind on Yu Huatian, a huge roar suddenly sounded from below.
Immediately afterwards, Si Hanfei's screams sounded.
Mo Yiming's heart trembled slightly, he quickly lowered his head to look, and his pupils shrank immediately.
I saw that Si Hanfei was in the hands of the ancestor of the water god, and he had no strength to fight back at all. In just two rounds, he was beaten by the ancestor of the water god and retreated again and again, his body was bloodied, and he no longer had the majesty before.
Seeing Si Hanfei's miserable appearance, a group of Da Yuan masters hurried forward to rescue them, but no matter who stepped forward, they were all punched and exploded by the ancestor of the water god.
The entire Yuan army is like a Shura field.
No one can stop the rampage of the ancestor of the water god.
Soon, the ancestor of the water god dodged, rushed to Si Hanfei again, raised his hand and punched Si Hanfei, and Si Hanfei vomited blood again and flew backwards.
Just as the Water God Ancestor was about to continue his attack, a sword energy came through the air, pinning Sihanfei in the air and snatching the Water God Ancestor's head.
The ancestor of the water god stood where he was, raised his head blankly, and looked at Yuhuatian in the sky with a dazed expression.
With a calm face, Yu Huatian raised his hand and recalled the Skyfury Sword stuck on Si Hanfei's body, and the system's prompt sounded quickly:
[Luck from Si Hanfei +359888. 】
As the emperor of Mongolia, Si Hanfei enjoys the protection of the fortune of the Yuan Dynasty, and his luck is much more than that of Meng Chixing.
Yu Huatian nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the panicked Dayuan soldiers below, and shouted, "Yuan army commander Si Hanfei is dead!"
Immediately, more Dayuan soldiers discovered Sihanfei's body, and they immediately turned pale with horror, which disturbed the morale of the army.
"The prince is dead?!"
"It's not good! The marshal is dead!"
"The prince is dead, we will definitely not end well, avenge the prince! Kill!"
"My lord is dead, run away!"
The Yuan army was in chaos in an instant. Some people regarded death as home and wanted to avenge Si Hanfei, while others threw away their helmets and armor and began to flee towards the north.
On the other hand, the Ming army's morale increased greatly, and they rushed to the opposite Yuan army without fear of death.
"The commander of the Yuan army is dead!"
"Kill me!"
"Come on! Kill all these aliens!"
……
The two armies collided, and the battle situation took a turn for the worse.
Sun Chengzong and other generals went into battle in person, took the lead in the charge, and with the assistance of Ye Gucheng and other Ming masters, the soldiers of the Ming army were high-spirited and destructive, rampaging in the field like ferocious jackals, killing corpses bloody way.
However, the Yuan army had no leader and no morale, and the army was defeated like a mountain, and more and more people began to abandon their armor and flee.
Even Li Chimei, Feng Xinglie and others had died in the hands of Ye Gucheng and others.
No matter how many soldiers and tribal warriors are left, how long can they last without the protection of top experts?
This war was doomed from the moment Si Hanfei decided to go south.
This piece of land in the Central Plains can only belong to the blood of Yan and Huang, the descendants of Huaxia!
……
"The overall situation is set!"
Above the sky, seeing the situation at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Yu Huatian's mouth, then he turned around, looked at the ugly Mo Yiming opposite, and said, "It's your turn!"
Mo Yiming came back to his senses, his eyes turned cold when he heard the words, and said: "What? Do you still want to keep the old man?"
Do you really think he is a waste snack like Si Hanfei?
"If you don't try, how will you know?"
Yuhuatian was noncommittal and said indifferently.
Swah——
With a slight movement in his mind, the figure of the ancestor of the water god rose from the ground and appeared behind Mo Yiming, blocking his retreat.
The roiling corpse and death aura, accompanied by the overwhelming hostility, locked Mo Yiming.
A heavy pressure came to my face.
There was a trace of solemnity in Mo Yiming's eyes, but he was not too worried.
Although he couldn't do anything to Yuhuatian, it was not easy for Yuhuatian to keep him.
Is it true that the heavenly beings in the Ninth Heaven Realm are trash?
"The old man wants to leave, you can save one and try!" Mo Yiming said coldly with a cold snort.
"Just try it!"
A smoldering look appeared in Yu Huatian's eyes, and he waved directly: "Kill!"
"Roar!!"
The ancestor of the water god turned into a strange cloud of sky blue air, and lost his shadow in the bright sky, and when he appeared again, he had already come to Mo Yiming's side.
"Eighth Heaven Realm? Looking for death!"
Mo Yiming snorted coldly, and with a thought, he directly unleashed the soul attack.
He didn't dare to attack Yuhuatian with his primordial spirit, because Yuhuatian was guarded by a strange phantom of a holy beast in his sea of consciousness, and he suffered backlash before.
But other people don't have this privilege!
An ordinary celestial being, with his Yuan Shen attainments, can even suppress him directly with his Yuan Shen without taking any action, plant demon seeds and drive them for him.
Even an eighth-level celestial being like the ancestor of the water god would definitely not be able to withstand the impact of his primordial spirit.
In this regard, he has absolute confidence!
But in just a split second, Mo Yiming's face suddenly changed, his mind trembled, and he was shocked again.
His primordial spirit impact inexplicably failed, and it didn't hurt the ancestor of the water god at all.
This feeling is different from the previous one against Yuhuatian.
When targeting Yuhuatian, he managed to find Yuhuatian's Sea of Consciousness. After invading the Sea of Consciousness, he was injured by that strange white tiger monster, so he suffered backlash.
But facing the ancestor of the water god at this moment, his primordial spirit passed directly through the body of the ancestor of the water god, and he did not notice the sea of consciousness of the ancestor of the water god at all, and he did not even sense a trace of the primordial spirit of the ancestor of the water god .
"How could this happen?!" Mo Yiming turned pale in shock.
What he didn't know was that the ancestor of the water god was no longer a living being, and as the vitality of the year dissipated, the sea of consciousness was also exhausted, and there was no primordial spirit at all.
Later, after being transformed with dragon blood, the ancestor of the water god became a zombie with only the fighting consciousness of the master during his lifetime, but no self-awareness.
His appearance was originally aimed specifically at strong men like Mo Yiming who were good at attacking souls.
"Boom!"
Just when Mo Yi was stunned, the attack of the ancestor of the water god also arrived.
A force that glowed with blue brilliance swept over, with unparalleled power, just a single punch directly sent Mo Yiming flying, causing his muscles and bones to go numb.
Mo Yiming was horrified, and quickly used his skills to resist.
But the primordial spirit attack he relied on was ineffective against the ancestor of the water god, which immediately exposed the disadvantage of his fighting consciousness not matching his realm.
Under the pressing step by step of the ancestor of the water god, the light around Mo Yiming was swallowed up bit by bit, and the surroundings were filled with boundless death and corpse energy, which continuously corroded his vitality, and soon even his body was burning. Pain came.
Without the Yuanshen attack, just the ancestor of the water god, he seemed to be unable to deal with it.
"Peak celestial being? What a waste!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Huatian sneered disdainfully.
Mo Yiming's realm is indeed at the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm, and he is only one step away from breaking the shackles and stepping into the Way of Harmony.
However, the Dao Heart Planting Demon Dafa he practiced seems to use the power of depriving others to improve himself, and the refining is not pure enough, which makes the vitality in the body not pure enough, quantitative but not qualitative.
In addition, he has been majoring in Yuanshen these years, ignoring his own foundation and martial arts attainments.
So once the Yuanshen attack fails, his shortcomings will be exposed.
Without the blessing of Yuanshen's attack, his real strength is at most similar to that of ordinary celestial beings who have just entered the Ninth Heaven Realm, or even worse.
Meeting a battle puppet like the ancestor of the water god who is not afraid of the attack of the primordial spirit and the pain of pain is enough for him to drink a pot.
Of course, Mo Yiming is indeed terrifyingly strong if we only talk about the attack of the primordial spirit.
Among all the celestial beings that Yuhuatian met before, perhaps only Di Shitian could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Without the phantom of the holy beast guarding the sea of consciousness, under the impact of his primordial spirit, Yuhuatian might not be able to last long and would be defeated.
But in this world, where are there so many ifs?
"Today is destined to be the day of your downfall!"
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Yu Huatian directly joined the battle with his sword.
Boom boom boom...
The violent roar resounded through the sky.
Cooperating with the tragic fight between the armies of the two sides on the plain below, a tragic song was played.
This time, with the restraint of the ancestor of the water god, Yuhuatian didn't waste his vitality. After all, at this moment, the one-sword break ten thousand method that combines more than 70 kinds of martial arts, consumes a lot of vitality.
Even with Yuhuatian's skill at the fifth level of heaven at the moment, he still can't perform it continuously.
He stood on the edge, constantly affecting Mo Yiming with his weaker sword skills, making him unable to focus on dealing with the Water God Ancestor.
Under the siege of this one person and one corpse, Mo Yiming couldn't hold it any longer, his body was covered with scars, showing hideous wounds, blood gurgling and dripping into the sky.
Whether it was the corpse and death aura of the ancestor of the water god, or Yuhuatian's sword aura, they could break through his body-protecting stellar aura and injure his physical body. At this moment, he couldn't even defend himself.
"damn it!!"
Mo Yiming roared again and again, just as he was about to speak, he was slashed in the chest by Yuhuatian's sword again. The ancestor of the water god also took the opportunity and punched out. Almost uncontrollably, it spurted out from the mouth.
At this moment, a hideous sword mark appeared on his entire chest, and around the sword mark, dense cracks spread like spider webs.
If he continues like this, he is afraid that he will be blown up abruptly, and follow in the footsteps of Chixing and Sihanfei.
Mo Yi knew clearly that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he might really be in danger of falling today!
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the two bright sword lights that were fighting fiercely in the sky, and said in a low voice, "Fei'er, let's take a step ahead for my father."
"Roar!!" The roar of the ancestor of the water god came again, and the billowing corpse aura was like thick smoke, covering the sky and the sun.
This monster seemed to never get tired, and once he made a move, he would die.
Mo Yiming's complexion changed slightly, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he immediately stood up, turned into a black glow, and galloped towards the northern sky.
laugh!
However, at this moment, a terrifying sword surged above his head, and then turned into a familiar sword qi and slashed down.
Mo Yiming's pupils shrank, and he, who was more than half consumed, had no time to dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and resist the sword.
But just for a moment, the sword energy erupted, and the boundless sword intent fell violently. Mo Yiming let out a muffled snort, and fell straight from the sky, his breath fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.
Yu Huatian came over with a sword in his hand, and looked at him with a sneer: "I've been preventing you from slipping away, so I just want to leave now, isn't it too late!"
Mo Yiming's face was pale. After hundreds of years of cultivation, he felt weak for the first time, and felt the crisis of imminent death.
"Are you really going to fight the old man to the death?" he said angrily.
Yu Huatian's face was indifferent: "The fish is dead and the net is broken? You think too much of yourself!"
Mo Yiming clenched his teeth, trembling all over, feeling extremely humiliated.
Ever since he became famous, he has been a peerless figure in the Megatron side. How has he ever been looked down upon so high by a junior who he has never put in his eyes?
Looking at his humiliated expression, Yu Huatian said coldly: "People's beliefs will always change. If you didn't come to my Ming Dynasty this time, and didn't collude with Dayuan, it seems that you helped Ran Tianwang save my Huaxia For the sake of the common people, when I meet you in the future, I may still respectfully call you senior, but from the moment you entered the Yuan army, your end has already been doomed!"
Mo Yiming sneered: "It doesn't have to be so noble, it's just a different stance! From the moment you killed my descendant, your and my stance were destined."
"Well said! It's just a different stance!"
Yu Huatian nodded and said: "Then, don't blame me, senior, go all the way."
As soon as the words fell, wisps of sword energy quietly overflowed, covering all directions, and the invincible sword field was unleashed, locking Mo Yiming!
Mo Yiming turned his head and took a look, and knew that it was the end of the road. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he regained his previous indifference and majesty.
Taking a deep breath, the billowing black air spread out from him again, the shrill ghost cries sounded, and ghostly shadows of devil species emerged with their teeth and claws, which was extremely frightening.
Yuhuatian smiled lightly, calmly and fearlessly: "It's still the same old way!"
Mo Yiming remained indifferent, raised his hand and pointed: "Go!"
"Jie Jie..."
"Whoa, whoa..."
In an instant, thousands of ghost shadows swooped in with a terrifying aura.
This time, Mo Yiming didn't have any reservations, and all the demons were released.
Among the thousands of demon ghosts, Yu Huatian even saw the shadow of Xiang Yutian!
Yu Huatian was shocked, and finally understood why Mo Yiming cared so much about Xiang Yutian's death.
He actually, not even letting go of his own heirs, planted demon seeds on Xiang Yutian's body!
"It's really ruthless!"
Yuhuatian sighed in his heart, but the expression on his face became even colder.
At this moment, the last trace of kindness in his heart disappeared.
Perhaps the former Mo Yiming was indeed a famous martial artist worthy of respect.
But now, he is just a ruthless person who will do anything to improve his strength!
"kill!"
Yuhuatian gave an order to the ancestor of the water god, asking him to deal with those ghostly ghosts that were stronger and indelible in the sword field, while he held the sword to kill Mo Yiming.
锃!
The bright sword light shattered the void, and the sword energy surged. All the ghosts of the demon species along the way were wiped out by this sword.
Looking at the sky-splitting sword, Mo Yiming did not choose to evade or defend, but chose to be tough.
He mobilized all the remaining power, turned it into billowing black air, and swept away like a long dragon.
However, without the intervention of external forces, Yuanshen's attack would not be effective. Now that he is seriously injured, how can he block Yu Huatian's full-strength sword?
boom--
In an instant, the long dragon of vitality was torn apart by the sword energy, and Mo Yiming was directly cut into the air.
This time, during the flight, his body began to shatter inch by inch, like a broken porcelain bottle, quite strange.
Mo Yiming looked dazed, and at this last moment, his eyes were extremely complicated.
There was anger, regret, unwillingness, and nostalgia for this world, but in the end, all of them turned into a self-deprecating smile of relief...
"Swallow, here I come..."
Bang!
A cloud of blood mist exploded, and Mo Yiming's body completely disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, clusters of black air spread out from the blood mist, carrying a strong coercion.
However, Mo Yiming's will no longer exists in it.
Although after his body died, he could still be reborn with the help of his soul, but at the moment his body was broken, Mo Yiming voluntarily gave up this chance of rebirth and chose to die by himself.
Because after borrowing the rebirth, the realm will drop, and the strength will be less than one-tenth of the peak. This is no less than practicing again, and when the time comes, the body and soul will be damaged, and it will be impossible to practice to the original realm in the future.
In addition, he has cultivated for hundreds of years, but now he has lost to a junior who has cultivated for less than 30 years. He is tired and doesn't want to do it again. He is dying...
The most important thing is that he may not be able to escape with his remaining primordial spirit.
He witnessed how Meng Chixing died not long ago.
He didn't think Yuhuatian would let his primordial spirit escape.
As a generation of magicians, he has his own pride, even if the primordial spirit perishes, he doesn't want to perish in Yu Huatian's hands again.
Therefore, he finally chose to kill himself, taking the initiative to obliterate his will of the primordial spirit...
However, when the will was gone, his soul did not dissipate, but turned into a ball of the purest soul power, and it was ownerless.
If no one absorbs and refines it, it won't take long before it will gradually dissipate, turning into a kind of most original power, and returning to the world.
But Yuhuatian has never had the habit of wasting!
Looking at the huge primordial power, Yu Huatian's eyes suddenly showed a strong color of excitement, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it...
mine!
It's all mine!
(End of this chapter)
Hearing Sihanfei asking for help, Mo Yiming was speechless for a moment.
Damn, don't you see that even I can't hold it anymore?
Just a moment ago, he enveloped Yuhuatian with his demon-seeded domain, and wanted to consume Yuhuatian to death by relying on the ghosts of the demon-seeded in the domain.
His domain is quite special, it is condensed in conjunction with his Dao Heart Seed Demon Dafa, which can absorb the spiritual power of the dead and turn it into a ghost image for him to use.
Although the strength of ghost shadows is not strong, they are better in numbers.
As the saying goes, ants kill elephants more often.
In his opinion, no matter how strong Yuhuatian is, in the field of demon seeds, if the vitality cannot be replenished, the strength will eventually be exhausted.
But he didn't expect that Yuhuatian's domain was also terrifying.
As soon as the sky-filled sword energy came out, the demon ghosts in his domain were wiped out like flowing water, but Yuhuatian's power was hardly consumed.
If this continues, even if his demon-seeded phantoms are exhausted, Yuhuatian will not be damaged at all.
Therefore, after seeing that the domain could not achieve the purpose of consuming Yuhuatian, Mo Yiming took the initiative to withdraw from the domain in order to keep the demon ghost.
He never thought that he saw Meng Chixing killed just after he finished the battle with Yuhuatian.
Now, it was Si Hanfei's turn again.
Mo Yiming was not familiar with Si Hanfei, and Si Hanfei was from Dayuan, so he didn't have a good opinion of them.
But at this moment they are allies after all, and Mo Yiming can't just watch Sihanfei fall.
After pondering for a while, Mo Yiming wanted to fly down to save Si Hanfei.
"laugh!"
But at this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared in front of him.
Mo Yiming's face changed slightly, and he immediately used his kung fu to resist, but in the next second, he was directly chopped off by the sword energy and flew tens of feet away.
"It's hard to protect yourself, and you still want to save others? Do you think this seat doesn't exist?"
Yu Huatian held his sword and stared at him coldly.
Mo Yiming's face was gloomy, and he stared at Yuhuatian intently, his eyes full of fear.
At this moment, the contempt for Yuhuatian in his heart has long since disappeared without a trace.
Although he is the ninth heaven of heaven and man, he is only one step away from joining the Tao.
But now he had to admit that he could not do anything to Yuhuatian by himself.
The primordial spirit attack he is best at is ineffective against Yuhuatian, and his demon seed domain can't consume Yuhuatian either.
On the contrary, it was Yuhuatian's swordsmanship that was able to pose a threat to him and made him very afraid.
In such a situation, his plan to bring Yuhuatian back to plant demon seeds is doomed to fail!
Thinking of this, Mo Yiming's eyes showed a deep sense of unwillingness.
Xiang Yutian is his direct disciple, and it is also an important plan he made to step into the Dao realm.
He planted the devil seed on Xiang Yutian, and he only needs to wait until the devil seed matures to absorb it.
He originally planned to wait for Xiang Yutian to step into the Ninth Heaven Realm, then take the demon seed from Xiang Yutian's body, so as to step into the Harmonious Dao Realm.
For this day, he has waited more than 200 years.
But after Xiang Yutian was killed by Yuhuatian, his plan came to nothing.
Now, even in order to avenge Yutian, he can't even plant the devil seed in Yuhuatian, Mo Yiming is so angry that he almost wants to go crazy.
"boom!"
Just when Mo Yiming concentrated his mind on Yu Huatian, a huge roar suddenly sounded from below.
Immediately afterwards, Si Hanfei's screams sounded.
Mo Yiming's heart trembled slightly, he quickly lowered his head to look, and his pupils shrank immediately.
I saw that Si Hanfei was in the hands of the ancestor of the water god, and he had no strength to fight back at all. In just two rounds, he was beaten by the ancestor of the water god and retreated again and again, his body was bloodied, and he no longer had the majesty before.
Seeing Si Hanfei's miserable appearance, a group of Da Yuan masters hurried forward to rescue them, but no matter who stepped forward, they were all punched and exploded by the ancestor of the water god.
The entire Yuan army is like a Shura field.
No one can stop the rampage of the ancestor of the water god.
Soon, the ancestor of the water god dodged, rushed to Si Hanfei again, raised his hand and punched Si Hanfei, and Si Hanfei vomited blood again and flew backwards.
Just as the Water God Ancestor was about to continue his attack, a sword energy came through the air, pinning Sihanfei in the air and snatching the Water God Ancestor's head.
The ancestor of the water god stood where he was, raised his head blankly, and looked at Yuhuatian in the sky with a dazed expression.
With a calm face, Yu Huatian raised his hand and recalled the Skyfury Sword stuck on Si Hanfei's body, and the system's prompt sounded quickly:
[Luck from Si Hanfei +359888. 】
As the emperor of Mongolia, Si Hanfei enjoys the protection of the fortune of the Yuan Dynasty, and his luck is much more than that of Meng Chixing.
Yu Huatian nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the panicked Dayuan soldiers below, and shouted, "Yuan army commander Si Hanfei is dead!"
Immediately, more Dayuan soldiers discovered Sihanfei's body, and they immediately turned pale with horror, which disturbed the morale of the army.
"The prince is dead?!"
"It's not good! The marshal is dead!"
"The prince is dead, we will definitely not end well, avenge the prince! Kill!"
"My lord is dead, run away!"
The Yuan army was in chaos in an instant. Some people regarded death as home and wanted to avenge Si Hanfei, while others threw away their helmets and armor and began to flee towards the north.
On the other hand, the Ming army's morale increased greatly, and they rushed to the opposite Yuan army without fear of death.
"The commander of the Yuan army is dead!"
"Kill me!"
"Come on! Kill all these aliens!"
……
The two armies collided, and the battle situation took a turn for the worse.
Sun Chengzong and other generals went into battle in person, took the lead in the charge, and with the assistance of Ye Gucheng and other Ming masters, the soldiers of the Ming army were high-spirited and destructive, rampaging in the field like ferocious jackals, killing corpses bloody way.
However, the Yuan army had no leader and no morale, and the army was defeated like a mountain, and more and more people began to abandon their armor and flee.
Even Li Chimei, Feng Xinglie and others had died in the hands of Ye Gucheng and others.
No matter how many soldiers and tribal warriors are left, how long can they last without the protection of top experts?
This war was doomed from the moment Si Hanfei decided to go south.
This piece of land in the Central Plains can only belong to the blood of Yan and Huang, the descendants of Huaxia!
……
"The overall situation is set!"
Above the sky, seeing the situation at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Yu Huatian's mouth, then he turned around, looked at the ugly Mo Yiming opposite, and said, "It's your turn!"
Mo Yiming came back to his senses, his eyes turned cold when he heard the words, and said: "What? Do you still want to keep the old man?"
Do you really think he is a waste snack like Si Hanfei?
"If you don't try, how will you know?"
Yuhuatian was noncommittal and said indifferently.
Swah——
With a slight movement in his mind, the figure of the ancestor of the water god rose from the ground and appeared behind Mo Yiming, blocking his retreat.
The roiling corpse and death aura, accompanied by the overwhelming hostility, locked Mo Yiming.
A heavy pressure came to my face.
There was a trace of solemnity in Mo Yiming's eyes, but he was not too worried.
Although he couldn't do anything to Yuhuatian, it was not easy for Yuhuatian to keep him.
Is it true that the heavenly beings in the Ninth Heaven Realm are trash?
"The old man wants to leave, you can save one and try!" Mo Yiming said coldly with a cold snort.
"Just try it!"
A smoldering look appeared in Yu Huatian's eyes, and he waved directly: "Kill!"
"Roar!!"
The ancestor of the water god turned into a strange cloud of sky blue air, and lost his shadow in the bright sky, and when he appeared again, he had already come to Mo Yiming's side.
"Eighth Heaven Realm? Looking for death!"
Mo Yiming snorted coldly, and with a thought, he directly unleashed the soul attack.
He didn't dare to attack Yuhuatian with his primordial spirit, because Yuhuatian was guarded by a strange phantom of a holy beast in his sea of consciousness, and he suffered backlash before.
But other people don't have this privilege!
An ordinary celestial being, with his Yuan Shen attainments, can even suppress him directly with his Yuan Shen without taking any action, plant demon seeds and drive them for him.
Even an eighth-level celestial being like the ancestor of the water god would definitely not be able to withstand the impact of his primordial spirit.
In this regard, he has absolute confidence!
But in just a split second, Mo Yiming's face suddenly changed, his mind trembled, and he was shocked again.
His primordial spirit impact inexplicably failed, and it didn't hurt the ancestor of the water god at all.
This feeling is different from the previous one against Yuhuatian.
When targeting Yuhuatian, he managed to find Yuhuatian's Sea of Consciousness. After invading the Sea of Consciousness, he was injured by that strange white tiger monster, so he suffered backlash.
But facing the ancestor of the water god at this moment, his primordial spirit passed directly through the body of the ancestor of the water god, and he did not notice the sea of consciousness of the ancestor of the water god at all, and he did not even sense a trace of the primordial spirit of the ancestor of the water god .
"How could this happen?!" Mo Yiming turned pale in shock.
What he didn't know was that the ancestor of the water god was no longer a living being, and as the vitality of the year dissipated, the sea of consciousness was also exhausted, and there was no primordial spirit at all.
Later, after being transformed with dragon blood, the ancestor of the water god became a zombie with only the fighting consciousness of the master during his lifetime, but no self-awareness.
His appearance was originally aimed specifically at strong men like Mo Yiming who were good at attacking souls.
"Boom!"
Just when Mo Yi was stunned, the attack of the ancestor of the water god also arrived.
A force that glowed with blue brilliance swept over, with unparalleled power, just a single punch directly sent Mo Yiming flying, causing his muscles and bones to go numb.
Mo Yiming was horrified, and quickly used his skills to resist.
But the primordial spirit attack he relied on was ineffective against the ancestor of the water god, which immediately exposed the disadvantage of his fighting consciousness not matching his realm.
Under the pressing step by step of the ancestor of the water god, the light around Mo Yiming was swallowed up bit by bit, and the surroundings were filled with boundless death and corpse energy, which continuously corroded his vitality, and soon even his body was burning. Pain came.
Without the Yuanshen attack, just the ancestor of the water god, he seemed to be unable to deal with it.
"Peak celestial being? What a waste!"
Seeing this scene, Yu Huatian sneered disdainfully.
Mo Yiming's realm is indeed at the peak of the Nine Heavens Realm, and he is only one step away from breaking the shackles and stepping into the Way of Harmony.
However, the Dao Heart Planting Demon Dafa he practiced seems to use the power of depriving others to improve himself, and the refining is not pure enough, which makes the vitality in the body not pure enough, quantitative but not qualitative.
In addition, he has been majoring in Yuanshen these years, ignoring his own foundation and martial arts attainments.
So once the Yuanshen attack fails, his shortcomings will be exposed.
Without the blessing of Yuanshen's attack, his real strength is at most similar to that of ordinary celestial beings who have just entered the Ninth Heaven Realm, or even worse.
Meeting a battle puppet like the ancestor of the water god who is not afraid of the attack of the primordial spirit and the pain of pain is enough for him to drink a pot.
Of course, Mo Yiming is indeed terrifyingly strong if we only talk about the attack of the primordial spirit.
Among all the celestial beings that Yuhuatian met before, perhaps only Di Shitian could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Without the phantom of the holy beast guarding the sea of consciousness, under the impact of his primordial spirit, Yuhuatian might not be able to last long and would be defeated.
But in this world, where are there so many ifs?
"Today is destined to be the day of your downfall!"
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Yu Huatian directly joined the battle with his sword.
Boom boom boom...
The violent roar resounded through the sky.
Cooperating with the tragic fight between the armies of the two sides on the plain below, a tragic song was played.
This time, with the restraint of the ancestor of the water god, Yuhuatian didn't waste his vitality. After all, at this moment, the one-sword break ten thousand method that combines more than 70 kinds of martial arts, consumes a lot of vitality.
Even with Yuhuatian's skill at the fifth level of heaven at the moment, he still can't perform it continuously.
He stood on the edge, constantly affecting Mo Yiming with his weaker sword skills, making him unable to focus on dealing with the Water God Ancestor.
Under the siege of this one person and one corpse, Mo Yiming couldn't hold it any longer, his body was covered with scars, showing hideous wounds, blood gurgling and dripping into the sky.
Whether it was the corpse and death aura of the ancestor of the water god, or Yuhuatian's sword aura, they could break through his body-protecting stellar aura and injure his physical body. At this moment, he couldn't even defend himself.
"damn it!!"
Mo Yiming roared again and again, just as he was about to speak, he was slashed in the chest by Yuhuatian's sword again. The ancestor of the water god also took the opportunity and punched out. Almost uncontrollably, it spurted out from the mouth.
At this moment, a hideous sword mark appeared on his entire chest, and around the sword mark, dense cracks spread like spider webs.
If he continues like this, he is afraid that he will be blown up abruptly, and follow in the footsteps of Chixing and Sihanfei.
Mo Yi knew clearly that he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise he might really be in danger of falling today!
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked up at the two bright sword lights that were fighting fiercely in the sky, and said in a low voice, "Fei'er, let's take a step ahead for my father."
"Roar!!" The roar of the ancestor of the water god came again, and the billowing corpse aura was like thick smoke, covering the sky and the sun.
This monster seemed to never get tired, and once he made a move, he would die.
Mo Yiming's complexion changed slightly, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he immediately stood up, turned into a black glow, and galloped towards the northern sky.
laugh!
However, at this moment, a terrifying sword surged above his head, and then turned into a familiar sword qi and slashed down.
Mo Yiming's pupils shrank, and he, who was more than half consumed, had no time to dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and resist the sword.
But just for a moment, the sword energy erupted, and the boundless sword intent fell violently. Mo Yiming let out a muffled snort, and fell straight from the sky, his breath fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.
Yu Huatian came over with a sword in his hand, and looked at him with a sneer: "I've been preventing you from slipping away, so I just want to leave now, isn't it too late!"
Mo Yiming's face was pale. After hundreds of years of cultivation, he felt weak for the first time, and felt the crisis of imminent death.
"Are you really going to fight the old man to the death?" he said angrily.
Yu Huatian's face was indifferent: "The fish is dead and the net is broken? You think too much of yourself!"
Mo Yiming clenched his teeth, trembling all over, feeling extremely humiliated.
Ever since he became famous, he has been a peerless figure in the Megatron side. How has he ever been looked down upon so high by a junior who he has never put in his eyes?
Looking at his humiliated expression, Yu Huatian said coldly: "People's beliefs will always change. If you didn't come to my Ming Dynasty this time, and didn't collude with Dayuan, it seems that you helped Ran Tianwang save my Huaxia For the sake of the common people, when I meet you in the future, I may still respectfully call you senior, but from the moment you entered the Yuan army, your end has already been doomed!"
Mo Yiming sneered: "It doesn't have to be so noble, it's just a different stance! From the moment you killed my descendant, your and my stance were destined."
"Well said! It's just a different stance!"
Yu Huatian nodded and said: "Then, don't blame me, senior, go all the way."
As soon as the words fell, wisps of sword energy quietly overflowed, covering all directions, and the invincible sword field was unleashed, locking Mo Yiming!
Mo Yiming turned his head and took a look, and knew that it was the end of the road. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and he regained his previous indifference and majesty.
Taking a deep breath, the billowing black air spread out from him again, the shrill ghost cries sounded, and ghostly shadows of devil species emerged with their teeth and claws, which was extremely frightening.
Yuhuatian smiled lightly, calmly and fearlessly: "It's still the same old way!"
Mo Yiming remained indifferent, raised his hand and pointed: "Go!"
"Jie Jie..."
"Whoa, whoa..."
In an instant, thousands of ghost shadows swooped in with a terrifying aura.
This time, Mo Yiming didn't have any reservations, and all the demons were released.
Among the thousands of demon ghosts, Yu Huatian even saw the shadow of Xiang Yutian!
Yu Huatian was shocked, and finally understood why Mo Yiming cared so much about Xiang Yutian's death.
He actually, not even letting go of his own heirs, planted demon seeds on Xiang Yutian's body!
"It's really ruthless!"
Yuhuatian sighed in his heart, but the expression on his face became even colder.
At this moment, the last trace of kindness in his heart disappeared.
Perhaps the former Mo Yiming was indeed a famous martial artist worthy of respect.
But now, he is just a ruthless person who will do anything to improve his strength!
"kill!"
Yuhuatian gave an order to the ancestor of the water god, asking him to deal with those ghostly ghosts that were stronger and indelible in the sword field, while he held the sword to kill Mo Yiming.
锃!
The bright sword light shattered the void, and the sword energy surged. All the ghosts of the demon species along the way were wiped out by this sword.
Looking at the sky-splitting sword, Mo Yiming did not choose to evade or defend, but chose to be tough.
He mobilized all the remaining power, turned it into billowing black air, and swept away like a long dragon.
However, without the intervention of external forces, Yuanshen's attack would not be effective. Now that he is seriously injured, how can he block Yu Huatian's full-strength sword?
boom--
In an instant, the long dragon of vitality was torn apart by the sword energy, and Mo Yiming was directly cut into the air.
This time, during the flight, his body began to shatter inch by inch, like a broken porcelain bottle, quite strange.
Mo Yiming looked dazed, and at this last moment, his eyes were extremely complicated.
There was anger, regret, unwillingness, and nostalgia for this world, but in the end, all of them turned into a self-deprecating smile of relief...
"Swallow, here I come..."
Bang!
A cloud of blood mist exploded, and Mo Yiming's body completely disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, clusters of black air spread out from the blood mist, carrying a strong coercion.
However, Mo Yiming's will no longer exists in it.
Although after his body died, he could still be reborn with the help of his soul, but at the moment his body was broken, Mo Yiming voluntarily gave up this chance of rebirth and chose to die by himself.
Because after borrowing the rebirth, the realm will drop, and the strength will be less than one-tenth of the peak. This is no less than practicing again, and when the time comes, the body and soul will be damaged, and it will be impossible to practice to the original realm in the future.
In addition, he has cultivated for hundreds of years, but now he has lost to a junior who has cultivated for less than 30 years. He is tired and doesn't want to do it again. He is dying...
The most important thing is that he may not be able to escape with his remaining primordial spirit.
He witnessed how Meng Chixing died not long ago.
He didn't think Yuhuatian would let his primordial spirit escape.
As a generation of magicians, he has his own pride, even if the primordial spirit perishes, he doesn't want to perish in Yu Huatian's hands again.
Therefore, he finally chose to kill himself, taking the initiative to obliterate his will of the primordial spirit...
However, when the will was gone, his soul did not dissipate, but turned into a ball of the purest soul power, and it was ownerless.
If no one absorbs and refines it, it won't take long before it will gradually dissipate, turning into a kind of most original power, and returning to the world.
But Yuhuatian has never had the habit of wasting!
Looking at the huge primordial power, Yu Huatian's eyes suddenly showed a strong color of excitement, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it...
mine!
It's all mine!
(End of this chapter)
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