Chapter 89: Defeat (Summoning readers to keep reading this chapter!)

Yue Muzhou gritted his teeth and swung a sword strike with all his might. "Heaven and Earth share the same force" was still there, and the Immortal Lord's broken body was slashed and knocked away again.

Then he swayed, leaned against a tree, and slowly slumped down, relying on the remaining Qi in his body to pant.

The Immortal Lord also crashed into a tree. The skeleton-like body, full of hollows, slid down, the bones and flesh moving to adjust the center of gravity and support, stitching Himself into a shape that could stand.

The body after the sword Qi had passed through was as if it had been scorched by hot molten iron. His head was ugly and incomplete, almost only a skeleton remained, and only a pair of golden pupils remained high and indifferent.

The arm holding the bright bead was even more like melting and dripping flesh and blood. Black scales, deep blue, and blood red were smeared into a colorful mess, and the sharp bones pinched on the bead, like an evil ghost.

Just like Yue Muzhou was almost crushed by a punch just now, this powerful body of the Immortal Lord had now truly fallen into the line of life and death.

But Yue Muzhou no longer had the strength to throw any sword strike.

Yue Muzhou had undoubtedly achieved victory in this fight, but he had lost to his own decaying body that had been lingering on for eighteen years.

And although the Immortal Lord had lost in this battle, His purpose was never to defeat or kill the person in front of Him, but to destroy this thorn in His life sense.

Now it was gripped in His claw.

This bead was clear and bright, still stained with bright red, carrying warmth.

Inside, there was a faint, brilliant light like coral, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but looking with dragon pupils, the coral appeared tender and fragile, just like the tender stamen in a flower bud.

Because it had just been taken out of the previous owner's abdomen, the surrounding energy had not yet dissipated, but it had immediately entered a dormant state.

In this state, it was immortal and indestructible, and could be preserved for thousands of years, waiting for the next owner to activate it.

A layer of hard and transparent substance wrapped it, like a glazed amber. This was the protective shell it had formed with all the energy it could control at the moment of encountering danger.

The Immortal Lord first extended His other hand and beckoned toward Fenghuai City.

At the same time, this bone claw holding the bead tightened slowly. The scene when infecting Zhanxin Liuli reappeared. Dragon blood formed sharp frost flowers, slowly crawling onto this bright, moist bead.

The defense condensed on the outermost layer suddenly emitted a sound like quenching fire, and the frost and Qi clashed again.

But this time, the dragon blood frost flowers were much weaker than the last time, not possessing the momentum of thousands of poisonous dragons crazily biting and attacking like the last time. This time, the heavy damage to the Immortal Lord was visible to the naked eye.

But the dragon blood still advanced firmly and slowly. Gradually, the frost blue all wrapped around it. The "hissing" sound disappeared. After a moment of silence, this wrapped bead made a light "crack" sound, and the shell formed by frost flowers and Qi fell off piece by piece, like an eggshell.

Exposing its bright, clean, and pure body.

Next, not only sharp dragon blood but also frost fire wrapped around it. In the hundreds and thousands of repetitions of high temperature and rapid freezing, the bead finally cracked a tiny fissure.

For the first time, something that could be called "emotion" appeared in the Immortal Lord's eyes.

It was a kind of satisfaction that the goal had finally been achieved.

He tightened His fingers, and all the power He possessed focused on this fissure—the body suddenly became completely disobedient!

Including those dragon blood and frost fire, they also slowly receded.

In the forest, a fox walked out from under a rock, closed its eyes as if asleep, and looked up, staring coldly at Him.

The Immortal Lord lowered his head, and the flesh at his neck condensed into a dragon-like head, which bit down on the pearl before tossing it in front of the black cat.

The black dragon, also possessing 【Quail Head】, had carefully hidden itself within the flesh of the Qiongqi until now, finally revealing its existence at this moment without any concealment, like an undercover agent who only strikes at the most fatal point.

The moment this soul was revealed, the Immortal Lord's consciousness pressed over violently. Even though it had been erased by Zhanxin Liuli until only half remained, and He had been broken by Yue Muzhou, crushing it would only take a few breaths.

And the Black Dragon bit the control of the body tightly, never letting Him act freely.

A white shadow was like a startled swan!

Zhanxin Liuli beheaded the Immortal Lord with one sword strike.

But before the head could fall to the ground, it turned into liquid and flowed back into the body.

And the real damage was to the mind. The Black Dragon immediately felt that the consciousness biting it was significantly weakened by a chunk.

"Not enough!" the black cat shouted with closed eyes and raised brows.

Zhanxin Liuli was already emitting a painful tremor. Ming Qitian swung her second sword extremely quickly, piercing into the Immortal Lord's chest.

This time, a wisp of flowing fire lunged at her. Ming Qitian didn't dodge or evade, relying on her Qi to take this burning head-on, and swung her sword again.

The Black Dragon had told her long ago that its restraint on the Immortal Lord was very limited, and the most precious thing was time.

"Again!" The power attacking its consciousness was cut away by a large chunk again, and the Black Dragon's own consciousness was also about to collapse.

Ming Qitian pierced through that divine seed with another sword strike. This sword strike had an excellent effect!

The Black Dragon felt the pressure on it almost reduced to nothing, and it launched a counterattack with its last strength.

"Stab here again!"

The Black Dragon's soul collapsed completely, but in its last glance, that high and indifferent consciousness was also flickering like a candle in the wind.

"Just one last sword strike!" it shouted at the last moment.

Ming Qitian thrust her sword calmly.

But this sword strike failed to pierce in.

As if an iron curtain had suddenly descended from the sky.

The forest darkened for a moment, and something flew to the top of the head, as if a flock of birds had obscured the light.

The black cat, which had lost its restraint on the Immortal Lord, opened its eyes and raised its head, looking at the sky, its cat body suddenly stiff and cold.

It wasn't a flock of birds.

It was deep blue liquid, or more accurately, dragon blood.

Large patches of dragon blood, a huge amount of dragon blood, fell like a waterfall, drowning the Immortal Lord's broken body.

Ming Qitian was already injured, and although the sword strike she thrust had exhausted all her strength, it still failed to break through this torrent. She gritted her teeth to hold the end of the sword hilt, pushing forward with all her might, and the white Qi exploded like a lotus flower.

However, the sword didn't advance an inch. Instead, something surged in the waterfall, and in an instant, the boiling dragon blood blew her entire person away.

Ming Qitian staggered two steps beside the black cat and stopped. She raised her head and looked with it at this magnificent scene that made people's hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.

It was the living creatures in the city that had been eroded by the rain of dragon saliva.

Cats, dogs, pigs, cows, donkeys, horses... of course, and people.

A feast.

The Immortal Lord's broken body was like a bottomless pit, and the falling dragon blood surged into it completely. At the same time, His weak aura was climbing section by section. Although far from returning to His peak, He was no longer someone Ming Qitian could deal with.

Only one last Heart-Slashing was missing.

Even if His body was powerful again, under the condition that the divine seed was broken, His consciousness had nowhere to be repaired.

In this reshaped body, that wisp of consciousness must still be flickering weakly like a candle in the wind.

Just one sword strike!

However, in front of the dragon body that had returned to strength, who could still add this last sword strike?

"I will."

An aged voice said.

Ming Qitian turned her head, and a withered, shrunken palm rested on her shoulder.

Not resting, but supporting, as if the entire body was about to collapse.

Just walking over had exhausted all his Qi.

"Sword, Qi, give them to me," Yue Muzhou panted weakly, his lungs like a broken bellows. "The sword strike I said I would teach you this morning, watch carefully." ===== CHAPTER 90 =====