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Time passed minute after minute, in order to survive, this man and devil quietly engaged in a tug of war. Nangong Yu first used the light chain to wrap around the ghost eye, and the ghost eye did not want to be weak.

After a long time of confrontation, Nangong Yu was already exhausted, but the Headless Horseman was not much better. As the Dark Power and Soul Power spread out, his own energy was reduced to less than half, compared to the Jade Cultivators, it was not even comparable to the Dark Stage.

But who would win and who would lose, he did not know how much the old man on the side wanted to help Nangong Yu. However, he was restricted by the restrictions and he could not move at all. Seeing that, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"You're really stubborn. Cough cough, damn it, why are you so many tricks. If this goes on, I'm afraid ?" In the end, he had not expected the Ghost Eye to resist like this. Up until now, Nangong Yu had only seen it as a killing machine, but from the moment it lost control, Nangong Yu had seen its terrifying side.

Nangong Yu clenched his teeth, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was killed by this thing. If it wasn't for the fact that his soul had already been injected into the sariras, he would have suffocated to death just from the breathing state in front of him. Helpless, he said self-deprecatingly, "I originally wanted to leave myself a complete corpse, it seems like I was overthinking it.

But in the next moment, the old man who was at the side was stunned. Following the change in the hand seal, cracks started to appear on Nangong Yu's body, his face also started to collapse, a blinding white light shot out from the crack, and in the next moment, with the last of his smile, Nangong Yu's entire body exploded.

No, no. Ah Niu, Ah Niu, ah ah ah ah ah." The old man cried out in pain. Seeing Nangong Yu's calm expression, his tears flowed like a spring water from the well, unable to stop.

After the golden light revealed itself, Nangong Yu's shattered body turned into dust, and built a blood colored barrier around the ghost eye. The seductive red light constantly flashed, and with an ear-piercing sound, it seeped into the ghost eye's body, bit by bit like magma burning countless tiny holes on its body, and slowly, the blood colored barrier began to shrink along the sides, and the space left for the ghost eye also became smaller and smaller. This was the last form of the Twelve Wheel of Heavenly Seal, the Heavenly Tomb.

The Ghost Eye roared in despair, holding the Demon Scythe and repeatedly waving it within the sealing array. Every time it touched the wall of light, it would bounce back with twice its strength, and gradually, the Demon Scythe's blade became more blunt, and its side became even more bent from repeatedly hitting the wall.

After that, the green mist seeped out from the lines. Under the nourishment of the mist, a bloody eye slowly opened at the center of the magic sickle. That's right, the ghost eyes had finally opened.

The plot always ended in a dramatic ending. The Ghost Eye that had opened its eyes slashed open the sealing barrier, escaping from the abyss of death.

The more soul force it had, the higher its level would be. After the confrontation before, its soul force was almost depleted, and from its figure, it could be seen that it was only as tall as an adult. If it wasn't for the fact that the Ghost Eye had opened, its strength might not even be comparable to a Yellow Rank Jade Cultivator.

The Demon Scythe, after a few "polishing" it, could be described as more suitable with the scimitar.

It stared with its blood-red eyes while fiercely searching for Nangong Yu's aura. Although its body had been broken, its soul force was still present and the Ghost Eye was a demon that relied on its soul to differentiate other people.

After suffering so much, the Ghost Eye would definitely not let this go easily. It searched around Nangong Yu's soul force and the Jindan on the ground attracted its attention. That was right, it was Nangong Yu's sariras.

The blade came down, and a vicious aura shot out from the surface of the sariras, sending their curved blades flying. The devil eye jumped, and the devil eye focused on the scythe. Instead of retreating, the devil eye advanced, and his body flew towards the sariras like a bird, slashing down again.

"Crunch."

In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, the sariras were actually completely unharmed, while a hole was missing on the blade. It seemed like even if the Ghost Eye opened its eyes, it would still be unable to take on the ancient divine object. It would only bear fruit after thousands of years, if it could be cut off within minutes, then what was the need to fight over it.

The Ghost Eye was slightly calm, and after a few fruitless chops, it dispelled the idea of splitting the sariras, and suddenly raised the scimitar. The deep black mist from the Blood Eye formed a circle around the sariras, and gradually adhered onto them. Not bad, the Ghost Eye actually wanted its own power of darkness to seep into the sariras, allowing Nangong Yu to protect his soul and fall into the abyss of darkness forever.

A long sigh came from the stomach. If a knight had a head, then he would look at them with disdain. The bloody eyes on the scimitar closed, and Ghost Eye took the sariras and sat on the ground paralyzed, not moving at all.

The old man cried until his tears dried. Although he still did not believe what had happened, but this illusion that was too realistic still touched the string in his heart. Nangong Yu had truly died and he would never see him again.

The old man's body flickered with a faint light, and the surroundings started to crack. With a long cry, the old man returned to his fire barrier. However, his body was still dripping wet, as if he had just gone through a sauna.

"You scared me. Old sir, you finally came back to your senses." Lingyun breathed lightly, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. Because he had stayed in the flames for such a long time, Lingyun's clothes were completely drenched in sweat.

The old man had been blinded by the black smoke for the time it took half an incense stick to burn. Afraid that something might have happened to him, Lingyun used his water elemental energy and poured it into the old man's body.

"It's you?"

"No, no, no, yes, ah, yes. I did not mean to offend you," Ling Yun thought that the old man wanted to blame him, and did not know what to say.