This sentence made the curse spirit's expression change slightly.
Because only the people it kills with its own hands can become the nourishment for him to become stronger.
It wanted to stop Gao Li, but unfortunately it was too late.
A terrifying energy burst out from Gao Li's body.
The skull spell spirit felt a strong sense of crisis, and he hurriedly let go of Gao Li's neck, trying to avoid the explosion of energy.
However, Gao Li had decided to die with the curse spirit, and he released the energy in his body without flinching.
A huge explosion sounded, and a dazzling light overwhelmed the sun's brilliance. Everyone closed their eyes in unison.
When the explosion subsided, the entire battlefield was reduced to chaos.
The cursed spirit was blown hundreds of meters away, and its body was seriously injured.
His bloody iron chain was also blown apart, and in an instant, the bloody iron net covering the sky dispersed.
"metropolitan!"
Everyone had tears in their eyes. They didn't expect Gao Li to use such a tragic way to open up a way for the disciples of Taixuan Sect to survive.
No disciple stayed any longer, and they all quickly fled in all directions.
Staying for a moment longer at this moment would be betraying the sacrifice of the sect leader Gao Li.
At the same time, the monks from Taixuanmen also took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.
The monks of Taixuanmen were distraught, and they all used their strongest moves to launch a final charge against the cursed spirit.
They must hold back the curse spirit and find a way out for the disciples of Taixuan Sect.
The curse spirit was extremely angry by Gao Li's self-destruction, and when he saw the Taixuanmen monk's suicidal attack, he became even more furious.
"A bunch of ants, do you really think you can do anything to get me after I've been hurt?"
The sickle was swung mercilessly, and in an instant another rain of blood fell.
Gao Lie had a gloomy face, ignoring the injuries all over his body, and his eyes were full of death.
The only person he cared about in the world died, and he lost the idea of living.
Gao Lie exuded violent energy and rushed towards the curse spirit.
He also wanted to self-destruct like Gao Li, causing the curse spirit to be severely injured.
However, Curse Spirit, who had already suffered a loss, did not give him another chance this time.
Raising his hand, an iron chain pierced Gao Lie's soul.
Gao Lie fell to the ground, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
Over the years, he has pretended to be indifferent and arrogant, which made him too tired of acting.
Dying now is a little easier.
After killing Gao Lie and so many Taixuanmen elders, the curse spirit absorbed a lot of power and its body was repairing quickly.
This is the most terrifying thing about the curse spirit. As long as it kills, all injuries can be restored.
In an instant, only Fang Laogui and a few elders were left in the sky.
They looked at the restored curse spirit with complete despair in their eyes.
The recovery power of the curse spirit is too abnormal and cannot be defeated at all.
Old ghost Fang felt much more relaxed when he saw that many disciples had successfully broken out.
Then, he looked in the direction of the Six Jue Tian of Ming Dao, recalling every moment he had with Zhou Qiankun over the years in his mind.
There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.
He thought he would be able to see the day when Zhou Qiankun crossed the Holy Spirit Continent, but he didn't expect that the white-haired man would send the black-haired man away in the end.
Maybe, he really is the disaster star.
What if he hadn't broken through?
Will all this not happen?
"Oh, that's all, Zhou Qiankun, when you get down there, I will definitely introduce you to my incompetent disciple. The two of you will get along very well."
Old ghost Fang sighed heavily, fully drew the thunder bow in his hand, and poured all his power into this arrow.
This was his last ditch effort. Although it was a mantis trying to beat a chariot, he had no regrets.
"Haha, you are the only one left, ant. Try your best to struggle. I hope your resistance can interest me."
The curse spirit looked at Old Ghost Fang with disdain.
Old Ghost Fang's expression didn't change, he just let go of his hand lightly.
In an instant, a thunder arrow shot out, tearing the sky apart.
The curse spirit shook his head in disappointment.
Swinging the black sickle, the thunder arrow exploded in an instant.
The sickle flew down quickly and landed on Fang Old Ghost, who had no power to resist.
Old ghost Fang was relieved, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.
"boom!"
A loud noise spread, and the black scythe was knocked away.
Old Ghost Fang opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the white-clothed figure in front of him.
Zhou Qiankun's eyes were cold, and he calmly glanced at the ruins of Taixuan Sect. There was shocking anger hidden in his cold eyes.
After the will of the Six Juetian of the Underworld invaded the Zhou Qiankun Divine Mansion, Shen Xi cut off its connection with its true body.
After losing the power of the main body, only the top 250 in the Shenfu Celestial Ranking are left, which is not very powerful.
Zhou Qiankun's soul relied on the power of the six avenues to fight fiercely with it, and finally obliterated it, refining the Six Juetian of the Underworld.
When he came out, the outside world had become like this.
Old ghost Fang's mouth trembled and he looked excited.
He didn't expect that Zhou Qiankun was still alive.
"Boy Zhou, are you okay?"
Zhou Qiankun nodded, and then blamed himself: "Old ghost Fang, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Fang Laogui was in tears at this moment. He stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and laughed: "It's not too late, it's not too late. As long as you are still alive, it's not too late."
Looking at the blood-stained ruins, Zhou Qiankun clenched his fists and said, "Old ghost Fang, go down and comfort the others. Leave the rest of the battle to me."
Old ghost Fang nodded and walked down.
Zhou Qiankun was extremely sad and angry, his eyes filled with fierce murderous intent.
He wanted to avenge his dead comrades.
"Six Juetian of the Underworld, suppress it!"
Zhou Qiankun raised his hand, and the Six Jue Tians of the Underworld appeared at his feet.
Six gates to the avenue appeared, and the sound of the avenue filled the sky.
Under the sound of the avenue, the curse spirit looked horrified.
It found that its strength was rapidly regressing, from being infinitely close to the gods to the level of two hundred on the list of gods in the gods.
It looked at Zhou Qiankun and said in a reluctant tone: "Damn it, those weapon spirits from the Six Jue Heavens of the Underworld are really useless. They didn't succeed in taking your body."
Zhou Qiankun ignored him and just raised his hand to kill him with a sword.
This sword was extremely bright, and the sword energy pierced the sky, making the curse spirit's hair stand on end.
It looked at Zhou Qiankun, gritted its teeth and said: "Hmph, so what if you come out alive? First, you experienced two battles with Chen Chen, and then the evil god's projection played the trump card of the immortality method. Just now, you had to fight against the will of the sixth level of the underworld. Fighting, after so many battles, how much strength can you still have?"
The curse spirit sneered. Zhou Qiankun was extremely powerful before, but now that he has obtained the artifact of the Six Jue Tian of Ming Dao, his power is not even as good as before.
One can imagine how weak he was from the many previous battles.
Now let go and fight, it may not lose.
The curse spirit's words made Old Ghost Fang feel a little worried.
Yes, Zhou Qiankun has been fighting without a moment's rest.
Now facing the complete curse spirit, can we really win?
