Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 1948: Torrent Sword Intent

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Seeing the black fingerprints pressed down, the black dragon seemed to feel the overbearing pressure. He twisted his body and wanted to get back into the soil.

Yang Chen suddenly caught it in the air.

The time around the black dragon stopped for an instant.

It is like suddenly falling into a cage of time and space.

In an instant, time flew by, and the black dragon's body gradually became weak and aging, and its scales fell off the surface of the body, exposing the iron gray old skin under the scales.

And its skin became loose and dry in a flash, and its body was like a dry tree root that had lost all its moisture.

The fingerprint of Ji Mie Xuan passed through the time cage, pressing on its body.

An explosion sounded like glass shattering, and its body instantly shattered into countless pieces.

Yang Chen wiped out the black dragon in a blink of an eye, but in fact had already used almost all of his power.

He was afraid that Mu Lingyun couldn't bear the cold hurricane spewed by the black dragon.

Yang Chen quickly walked into the depths of the cave with Wood Lingyun on his back. In the innermost part of the cave, a thick sacred tree root was exposed between the cave walls, and it was scarred by the black dragon bite, countless green. The juice oozes from the wound and emits a bright green light.

And the rich breath of life radiated from this wound.

The black dragon bit the roots of the sacred tree and kept sucking its sap, causing the sacred tree to wither, and the floating sky also observed the emergence of spiritual veins under the sacred tree.

For the same thing, Di Yan saw the withering of the sacred tree on the surface, and felt the surging of the spiritual veins under the tree in the air, while Yang Chen killed the black dragon.

Yang Chen placed Mu Lingyun under the tree roots, and then picked up the sap from the tree roots to feed her to drink.

But the sap contaminated his body, but he felt a sense of numbness.

The vitality and medicinal properties in the juice of the holy tree are too strong to allow Mu Lingyun to take it directly.

He thought for a while, suddenly bit his wrist, and then dripped the blood into the sacred tree sap he held up in his other hand.

After the blood and the sacred tree sap are neutralized, the color becomes a little black, just like the color of the black dragon's body.

The black dragon should not have been in this color when it was born. It was only because it often ate the sap of the holy tree and mixed with the blood in the body, the body gradually became pitch black.

After the blood and juice were neutralized, the medicinal properties were no longer too strong. After Mu Lingyun drank it, she slowly woke up.

Seeing the wound on Yang Chen's wrist, she was moved to tears.

Yang Chen smiled at her, then gently shook her head, beckoning her not to speak, and take a break.

At this moment, there was a sudden icy breath in the air.

Different from the cold current of the black dragon, this breath seems to have an indescribable sense of loneliness and depression. While making people feel this breath, it seems to be behind countless flowers falling. The garden, the forest where the wood industry has fallen.

A rift suddenly appeared in the air, and two figures suddenly flew out of the rift.

The bright red robe, the beautiful face with a trace of indifference that ignores everything, and the narrow and beautiful eyes, the eyes are cold without a trace of emotion.

The Red Queen!

Behind her is Ling Yuyao, who has not been seen for a long time!

She is dressed in white clothes like snow, as if not stained with a trace of dust, and with an indifferent and lonely expression on her white cheeks, when she looked at Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun, there seemed to be no throbbing in her eyes.

"Yaoyao!"

Yang Chen yelled, but Ling Yuyao's face was still as calm as water, and there was no trace of fluctuation.

The Empress Hong Chen sighed, with a disappointed expression on her face, and said quietly: "Xingdust, I didn't expect you to have not become stronger for so long, but weaker!"

Yang Chen snorted without speaking.

"This worldly emotion is like mud, the more you sink into it, the more unable to extricate yourself, but unfortunately, you sink deeper and deeper!"

Yang Chen sneered: "You mean I have to be as ruthless as you to become stronger, right?"

The Red Queen nodded and said quietly: "You know, you know, but you just don't want it!"

"How ruthless like you, even if you become stronger than you?"

The Empress Hongchen laughed, her slender eyes with a hint of arrogance, her arms spread out, and she grasped the space in front of her with a pair of fine white hands.

"Be stronger than me, you can control everything!"

"All the great worlds, all the planes, will crawl under your feet, no power can stop you!"

Speaking, there was a trace of sneer on her face: "And you, now you can't even win against such things as Demon Lord!"

Yang Chen smiled at her suddenly: "Do you remember that little monk?"

"What little monk!" Empress Hong Chen was suddenly furious, pierced with a finger, and instantly pierced a hole in the space near Yang Chen's ear, and countless turbulence roared in his ear.

"I told you that no more monks are allowed!"

Yang Chen smiled, shook his head, looked at Empress Hongchen with a complicated look, and sighed: "From the beginning, I was different from what you pursued!"

"You killed me for two lives, but still can't change me!"

"I am me, and you are completely two worlds!"

The Empress Hong Chen showed a furious look on her face, and a raging fire suddenly appeared in her eyes.

She grabbed her hand volley, and a hole immediately appeared in the space beside her, and then she stretched her hand into the black void.

Countless turbulent turbulence seemed to have encountered the flood of the reef, and instantly retreated at her fingertips, forming two turbulent but orderly rivers on both sides.

The Empress of Hongchen opened her palms, and the torrents gathered in her palms, instantly condensing into an almost transparent long sword.

Senhan's sword intent diffused from the sword body, radiating into the surrounding space, criss-crossing and flying.

Yang Chen stared at her, a sword intent also emerged from his palm, the colorful sword aura radiated colorful light, and the chaotic cyclone was spreading to his side with the sword aura.

Hong Chen sneered: "You are not my opponent! Stardust, you are too weak!"

Before speaking, her body suddenly came to Yang Chen's face, and the torrent of sword intent in her hand pierced Yang Chen's heart with her palm.

"Ah!"

Mu Lingyun and Ling Yuyao exclaimed in unison.

Yang Chen's body seemed to be nailed to the wall of time and space in an instant. As time went still, he lost all his power, and could only let the torrent of sword intent flood into his body.

The Empress Hongchen looked back at Ling Yuyao and smiled faintly: "You too, too weak! Although you are by my side trying to imitate me, but your heart is with him!"

Ling Yuyao suddenly shed a drop of tears in her eyes, looked at Empress Hong Chen silently, and suddenly said leisurely: "Why are you?"