But the harm caused by the burning power in the body finally manifested itself.

Under the superposition of negative states everywhere, he could not activate his spiritual energy for a while, so he was half a breath slow.

Half interest.

Enough to be fatal!

With the last stubborn wave of the whip, Zhang Chongmou was finally overwhelmed by endless fear as the white flames overturned.

"ah--"

A miserable scream came.

It smells sad and makes the listener cry.

Xu Xiaoshou's whole heart was overwhelmed by ecstasy.

"bingo!"

A quick scan of "Perception" showed that this old guy could only cover his body with spiritual energy subconsciously after he couldn't use that weird magic skill.

But isn’t this an act that will set you on fire?

The terrifying white inflammation melted less than half of his body in an instant.

This is not over yet.

Zhang Zhongmou, overwhelmed by fear, once again discovered that the white skull had appeared behind him at some point.

"boom!"

After a double punch.

The face of the white-bone giant showed the incomparable satisfaction of finally hammering the real thing.

It's like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder was instantly cured.

At that moment, even the struggle from the strength in his hands was so weak.

The White Skull also stopped attacking, fell to the ground, and chose to dance.

"Huo Huo~"

"Huo Huo~"

…

"Whoosh——"

Meteors are destined to be unable to return.

Zhang Zhongmou, who originally escaped from the Tianji Formation, was hammered into the center of the Spirit Formation again after this back attack.

He was completely unable to resist.

Even if he saw the white skull and wanted to attack, the white flames had already burned his body and spiritual essence to pieces.

With such a degree of injury, I'm afraid it would be a problem to sit still and recuperate.

How can he fight back?

"Chance!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the old man and shot him in the side.

Isn’t this a God-given opportunity?

Zhang Zhongmou, who was seriously injured and had no power to resist the throne, how could he resist his famous sword?

"need help?"

Yu Zhiwen took the time to ask.

Even at this moment, she knew that her plan didn't make much sense.

Xu Xiaoshou had a grudge against the old man and wanted him dead, and Xiaoyu had already figured it out.

Now this guy has entered the center of his heavenly formation.

Even if he is the throne, his death is only a matter of two steps.

1. Isolate the way of heaven.

Second, spatial dislocation.

Even the throne-level recovery power, the extraordinary ability to temporarily prevent death even if the head is decapitated, cannot continue to function after being cut off from the way of heaven.

Therefore, Zhang Chongmou refused to die...

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

"No need, you continue to set up the formation."

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiaoshou refused.

He slowly drew out his famous sword.

Zhang Mansion's old man could have died, but this guy's appearance, due to his carelessness, did not cause much harm to the White Skull.

A lose-lose situation has never occurred.

Then, Xiaoyu's Tianji Formation still has the meaning of its existence.

Murder is just a matter of the famous sword Ichiheng, why should others take action?

"despair!"

The famous sword returns to its sheath.

The crisp sound was completely negligible under the sonic boom fired by Mr. Zhang.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have not even made a move.

He only slightly let go of Xiaoyu's thigh, held the sword in his hand, and returned it.

The one Zhang Chongmou that shot out of the void turned into two and shot away.

Separation of body and head!

"Huo?"

The dancing bone giant was stunned.

Why did this prey separate on its own before I even started to torture it?

A sudden fire of rage appeared in its eyes.

Isn't that fleeting faint sword spirit the smell of the sword spirit that the guy I chased before often used to harass me?

In other words, that ant is still here.

He even stole his own toys!

"Roar!"

The thundering roar raged in all directions.

A spurt of white flames shot out from the foot of the white-bone giant, and his figure exploded instantly.

This time, Xu Xiaoshou immediately panicked.

"Exposed?"

He subconsciously pinched Yuan Fu.

"no……"

The confidence on Yu Zhiwen's pretty face gradually disappeared as the big man shot forward, "Should..."

Xu Xiaoshou's feet were weak.

After seeing the true combat power of this furious white skeleton, he had no idea of ​​a duel.

And now...

"wrong!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly stopped thinking.

The trajectory of the white skull seen by "Perception" does not seem to be directed at him, but more like it is rushing towards the two halves of Zhang Chongmou that flew out from his side!

"Whoosh!"

Sure enough, a huge head passed by beneath his feet.

White Skeleton indeed did not discover the whereabouts of Xu Xiaoshou at all.

Its goal is just to catch Zhang Zhongmou, who is not completely dead, and to completely vent his inner anger and hatred.

That’s all!

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhongmou, who still had some consciousness left, watched in despair as his lower body fell into the white skull's right hand.
To be continued...