The corpse dove even split its hands.
Two black dragons composed of Buddhist swastikas burst out from the fingertips, directly locking Yang Shen.
The Sanskrit chants calling for life stopped at the same time.
All of a sudden.
A group of people stood up in the audience.
A look of confusion and surprise.
"let me go!"
Without the life-demanding Sanskrit sound, Long Zhantian's Yang Shen began to resist.
Unexpectedly, the more he struggled, the tighter the black dragon's restraint became.
In the end, Yang Shen's waist was actually reduced to half a foot in diameter.
It was difficult to move an inch.
Xie Huaiwei nervously clenched her fists and said: "The Yangshen has been destroyed, and it is impossible for Senior Brother Long to reincarnate."
After hearing this, Mu Nan was also worried about Long Zhantian.
With the behemoth of the Nine One Sect, if Long Zhantian can still be reincarnated, the arrangements will be made properly.
In the next life, you will either be rich or noble. Even if you want to practice cultivation again, it is not impossible.
But the premise is to at least give him a chance to reincarnate.
The current situation on the field does not seem optimistic.
Fight to the death.
"Dragon Donor, you can shout the word "admit defeat" like a bereaved dog, and the poor monk will let go."
Shi Jiushi seemed to be persuading, but in fact he wanted to arouse Long Zhantian's bloody passion.
The intentions are indeed a bit cruel.
And the reason why he said this was just to torture him.
"Don't even think about it!"
Long Zhantian said two words fiercely from his lips.
"That's very good. Amitabha!"
Corpse Jiushi stood up and grabbed one of the black dragons in the air with his right hand.
The black dragon circled back into his hand and turned into a long whip.
"Snapped!"
A whip struck Long Zhantian's Yang God.
Tear off large pieces of skin.
It splashed on the ground like lava and turned into blood mist.
Long Zhantian couldn't bear the pain.
Wailing and struggling, the sound was extremely shrill.
It's not that Long Zhantian can't bear it, these methods of tearing Yang Shen apart are painful to the soul.
"unacceptable!"
"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
"The Qunying Sect did this just to humiliate the Jiuyi Sect!"
While everyone was indignant, no one expected that Long Zhantian's mother would regain her consciousness in an instant after hearing her son's wailing.
He stumbled into the martial arts arena.
"Son!"
A cry of pain made Long Zhantian's Yang Shen desperately turn his head.
"mom!"
How can Corpse Dove still have a trace of compassion?
Smiling evilly, with a cruel look on his face: "Since mother and son have a deep love, let's go on the road together? Amitabha!"
The cultivation level of Long Zhan Tianhua Shen could not withstand his life-threatening Sanskrit sound.
What's more, a woman without any cultivation?
The soul left the body in an instant.
Shrouded in a black energy, the Buddha's light was positioned directly in front of Long Zhan Tianyang God.
Mother and son face each other.
"dare!"
The crowd was furious.
Those monks who couldn't stand it would fly in.
The curses continued.
Zhao Sihai's strange voice reached everyone's ears:
"Daoshou Zhang should explain the rules of fighting to the death to his disciples more, and don't make our Qunying Sect laugh at them."
Zhang Xian's face was ashen and he said nothing.
Zhao Sihai's voice reached the ears of everyone present, stopping everyone's eagerness to try.
Fighting to the death is different from fighting to the death.
Can click to stop or stop in time.
There is a default rule: those who trespass are equivalent to directly participating in a death duel. Regardless of the outcome, they are regarded as the loser.
If the trespassers are lucky enough to survive, they will be punished at least, or their souls will disappear at worst.
What's more, Zhao Sihai unknowingly elevated this deadly fight to the sect's face, so who would dare to act rashly.
Seeing Zhao Sihai speaking out to support him, Shijiu Shi raised the corners of his mouth.
A more energetic performance began.
The black dragon transformed into a finer shape, and it looked just right when it hit the body of Long Zhan Tianyang God.
While it made him tremble all over, it didn't kill him immediately.
Enjoy the painful torture all your life.
Due to the old woman's soul being tied aside, Long Zhantian refrained from wailing.
He even squeezed out a few ugly smiles and looked at the old woman.
"Mom! It doesn't hurt."
The old woman's soul seemed to be sobbing and crying.
But not a single tear could be shed.
He just kept twitching his body and howling.
"Hit me, hit me! Don't hurt my son."
Pleading.
"What a loving mother and filial piety! It's really touching!"
Shi Jiushi's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.
The female nuns in the audience were crying.
The male cultivator turned his head away and couldn't bear to look directly.
"What, you don't dare to look?"
Shijushi's psychology seems to have been distorted.
With a little more strength in his hands, he roared like an angry wolf: "Scream! Scream!"
Long Zhantian gritted his teeth.
She shivered and turned away, not daring to look at her mother.
"Please, I beg you, I will kneel down for you!"
The old woman was still pleading.
But Shi Jiushi licked his lips and started to enjoy it: "Continue, don't stop! Beg me, beg me quickly!"
At this moment, everyone was looking forward to Long Zhantian's early death.
Forget about the insult.
It also saved the old woman's heartache.
Finally, Mu Nan couldn't bear it anymore.
"Xiao, I can't even protect you, so why should I cultivate the Tao?"
He has forgotten that he is just a monk in the Dan-formation stage, and he has also forgotten that Corpse Dove is a powerful god-former.
The difference is huge.
He had only one thought.
End all this and send the mother and son to reincarnation.
With a clear conscience.
Worthy of the Tao.
The measuring ruler was raised silently.
His steps were firm.
One step at a time.
He slowly walked down the auditorium and stared at the two black dragons with almost hatred.
That bullwhip.
He raised the measuring ruler high and swung it down hard.
"If you ask me, how long will God live!"
At the tip of the ruler, a ray of light flashed.
"boom!"
The black dragon broke off in response.
The whip broke into several pieces.
It turned into unwillingness on the ground, twisted its body twice, and dissipated.
The old woman's spirit and Long Zhantian's Yangshen fell to the ground at the same time.
With this blow, everyone was shocked and stared at the field in unison.
Doubtful, yet pleased.
Corpse Jiu was stunned on the spot.
He was not surprised by the power of the blow.
He just couldn't believe that an ant in the Dan Formation stage dared to challenge a powerful person in the God Transformation stage!
Is life too long?
"The earth and heaven are connected, and the decree is reincarnation! Six Paths!"
While Shi Jiushi frowned and had not yet made any reaction, Mu Nan opened the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
"Long Zhantian, reincarnate quickly!"
Long Zhantian was also stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect that the person who saved him from being humiliated was a monk in the alchemy stage, the "faceless man" whom he once laughed at.
He didn't even remember his name.
It wasn't until a thunderous roar that he could calm down.
He picked up the old woman's soul and threw it into the whirlpool.
"Dare you ask me your junior brother's name!"
Mu Nan took one step across, blocking the whirlpool of reincarnation, and cursed: "You're still asking for your fucking name. If I don't reincarnate, I'll be here in vain!"
Corpse Dove also reacted and crossed his legs on the spot, like a bloodthirsty demon:
"If you dare to come in, you will have to bear the price! I will make you fall forever!"
Long Zhantian smiled miserably, his whole body glowing with light, he stood in front of Mu Nan and said:
"Brother, I will have no regrets in being able to share the blood with you today!"
Mu Nan knew that Long Zhantian chose to give up reincarnation at this moment. He couldn't control his tears and flowed down:
"My name is Mu Nan."
"Mu Nan, what a good name! Haha!"
Long Zhantian laughed loudly, and without waiting for Zhijiu Shi to sing Sanskrit chants demanding his life, he resolutely hit the morning and evening clock.
"boom!"
A loud noise echoed throughout the martial arts arena.
Mu Nan was wrapped up by a strong force, but was still thrown up more than ten feet in the air by the shock, and then fell hard to the ground.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Even though Long Zhantian gave him protection, the power of the God Transformation stage exploded, and its power was extraordinary.
He felt that all his internal organs were displaced.
There was a buzz in my head.
"court death!"
The corpse's clothes were torn and his face was covered in blood.
He staggered and looked extremely angry.
Long Zhantian's soul was shattered, and Yang Shen exploded.
If he hadn't been tortured before, now, it would be more than just a broken morning and evening bell.
It should have been a sure win, but it ended up in such a mess because of an ant in the pill formation stage.
How could he bear it!
"I want you to die, I want you to die!"
Shi Jiushi was almost crazy, and he clasped his hands together again without caring: "Put down the butcher knife..."
Mu Nan grinned, a little miserably.
Long Zhantian, who was in the state of transformation into gods, only uttered three life-demanding Sanskrit chants before Yang Shen left his body.
I just formed the elixir myself, so I'm afraid my soul will be broken immediately.
Do you regret it?
No regrets.
However, he didn't want to give up.
With trembling hands, he took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, put it on the measuring ruler, and shouted: "Surrender! Give up!"
