Two figures kept interlacing.

Not far away, some monks looked at each other.

Then, everyone stopped blinking.

Because, blood was constantly dripping from Huai Yunfeng's chest.

His blood seemed to be unable to flow, and it seemed to collapse at any time.

Left rib, three points!

Su Xun spoke lightly.

You...how do you know my fatal hole?

Huai Yunfeng looked at Su Xun in amazement.

The more you fight, the more flaws you will have.

But the most deadly thing is that your vitality comes from the true energy and dead energy.

But you don’t know, and you will be back from the lost path. My mental power is much stronger than yours.

I've completely seen through the mechanisms of your body.

Killing you is not difficult for me, Su Xun spoke lightly.

The next moment, a ray of dead energy merged into Huaiyun Peak's chest at the sword light of the Chixiao Sword.

Huai Yunfeng's face suddenly became a little hideous.

The continuous infusion of dead energy makes the spider web thicker.

But those true qi wanted to gather together, but found that it was like a wall.

Su Xun stabbed the sword deeper.

This time, Huaiyun Peak's qi and blood withered rapidly.

In an instant, under the gaze of countless people, Huai Yunfeng's face quickly dried up.

His face twitched slightly.

The next moment, a mummy fell to the ground.

At this moment, Su Xun saw Huaiyun Peak lying on the ground and showed a complex look on his face.

The real Huaiyun Peak was afraid that it would have died a long time ago, and it was these dead spirits that occupied his body and mind.

The dead energy condenses into will, controlling the dead Huaiyun Peak.

At this moment, Su Xun suddenly remembered something.

Everything here is composed of dead energy.

Including the head of the tyrant.

So, just find their fatal holes and cut off the spider web that keeps their vitality.

Then, they will die completely.

You will always sleep with the battlefield of immortal relics.

Because dawn had already arrived, Su Xun's eyes showed a firm look.

The existence of the battlefield of immortal relics has always been a mystery.

And Su Xun's appearance will eventually break the answer to this mystery.

Su Xun took a step forward.

Finally, he walked to the door of the warehouse.

In an instant, everyone who had originally fought stopped.

Everyone's eyes were all turned to the warehouse door at this moment.

They all know what it means to open the warehouse.

Everyone was nervously watching the scene in front of them.

Even the leader of the Wansha Sect and the leader of the Tiance Mansion looked at the sect with bright eyes.

Even further away, the monks were the same.

With the eyes of everyone gathered, Su Xun stepped into the door.

Walk!

At this moment, everyone did not fight each other, but rushed into the door.

No one knows what will happen next.

The door slowly closed.

In the darkness, it gradually becomes brighter.

The blazing flames kept burning.

On the ground, magma continued to gush out.

Hissing ~

Some monks who touched the ground all changed drastically.

There is no treasure here.

All that is magma.

Su Xun stared ahead and found that the head of the tyrant was also staring at him.
Chapter completed!