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If one wanted to compete, they could only compare the mountain chicken and phoenix. Of course, the mountain chicken was the fire phoenix's Demon Emperor.

It has to be said that in the Demon clan, the larger the body, the stronger the power. The fire phoenix Demon Emperor was a perfect stage Demon Emperor, and this Seven-color phoenix was even larger than it, proving that this Seven-color phoenix was at least an existence at the level of the Eighth Order Demon Ancestor.

The instant he saw this mountain of corpses, the blood vessels slumbering inside Ling Yun's body due to the seals suddenly flared up. Faintly, a resonant phoenix cry came out from his body and a phoenix image flashed behind him, enveloped by a tower shaped illusion.

The bloodline that had been awakened from its boiling state was once again sealed. Ling Yun felt the blood in his chest tremble, and a trace of scarlet blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

However, after this ruckus, he felt that the bloodline seal seemed to have loosened a bit and become weaker.

His eyes seemed to be in a trance for a moment, he seemed to have seen the seven colored multicolored light on the Seven-color phoenix's corpse. When he looked again, he saw that there was nothing abnormal, as if it was really an illusion.

The night wind was stronger, causing sand to fly and stones to fly. red sand covered the sky, and the blood-red star in the sky flickered with a strange light.

Ling Yun's injuries were tragic and his entire body was drenched in blood. He was completely unharmed, lying down on the ground, calmly looking at the starry sky.

At this moment, his heart was abnormally tranquil. His face even revealed a faint smile, as if the endless pain had already disappeared, and the desperate situation before his eyes had been forgotten.

Although he didn't have any experience with it, he knew very well that once midnight arrived and the moon reached its zenith, a disaster that would shatter his body would arrive. He still didn't have any strength to fight back.

Ling Yun had naturally been unwilling before, but what use was there to be unwilling? He had already done everything he could, and had tried his best, but he was still in such a situation, he had no choice but to face it.

The spirit energy had dried up, his body was severely injured, the Strong qi was exhausted, and the smooth and smooth acupoint had shallow cracks appearing. There was a crisis of collapse, and his spirit energy was also dried up.

He let out a faint sigh that was filled with too many emotions and too many unwillingness to give up. It was as if misty clouds were drifting past in front of his eyes, as scenes of the past appeared in his mind.

He mocked himself. What was the point of thinking so much about a dying person? Could it be that even if he died, he would still carry the pressure with him?

However, he really did not want to forget the scenes from the past.

He thought of Master, whose white hair was like snow, whose long beard was floating in the wind, who had a saintly appearance but was somewhat dark, unreasonable. He thought of the bare-chested man, who was as sturdy as an iron tower and carried a large blade on his shoulder.

Then there was the white-clothed Chi Yue, whose three thousand black hair was fluttering in the wind, and the infatuated woman, who was dressed in cyan clothes that seemed to have suffered a grievance but left without hesitation.

And there was also that young man, the only disciple he had in his previous life, the successor to his name, Yin Xiao …

Closing his eyes, two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks before falling to the ground with a plop. A bitter taste slowly surfaced on the cracked labial angle.

Time slowly passed by. The night fog remained hazy as the cold and evil Moon Goddess Star descended from the sky. The wind that carried endless killing intent, killing intent and resentful aura gradually became violent.

In the depths of the ancient battlefield, ghosts were floating as a sanguine storm slowly took shape …