He brought half of Ding Huan's pressure alone.

Together with the sound of the drum, the reincarnation thorn in Qu Yuan's hand was a sudden slam.

In the drum sound, he seemed to have returned to the past, standing alone on the edge of a village where only the afterglow was left.

The smoke rose up, the farmers came back late with farm tools on their backs, and the children were playing outside the village...

A softness flashed in Qu Yuan's eyes.

The sunset gradually sets in the distance, and the birds fly up and rush into the depths of the forest. The pines by the forest float slightly in the breeze, and everything is so beautiful.

Dongdong!

The drum sounded again.

The scene in front of Qu Yuan changed suddenly.

The curling smoke disappeared, and the farmers, the sunset, the afterglow, and all the children disappeared.

In front of him was a village full of ruins, a corpse from a land.

Those are his masterpieces.

The first vital village where he practiced the fusion of astral arts was also the place where he lived for a while.

A sad mood inexplicably filled his heart, and Qu Yuan began to feel panic.

Bang!

The blood mist covered his eyes.

Qu Yuan looked down at his exploded chest.

That is the way of killing that is the way of killing that has completely exploded.

I felt that my soul was gradually dissipating, and even the soul split could not be retained.

A kind of sadness surged in Qu Yuan's heart.

After practicing planetary art for a million years, he has destroyed many villages, cities, and planets...

As a result, before we are about to enter eternal life, dust returns to dust and soil.

Dong!

The drum sound did not let him go.

Qu Yuan looked back and looked at the rest of the people. Countless Qu disciples had already fallen.

The Qu clan members who did not fall were as if they were half crazy. They rushed into the depths of the sword that teared open the planet Avenue City, and then disappeared without a trace.

The only person who can stand here by the Qu Saint beside him.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

The sound of the Taoist rhyme and drum sound is like the moment when it never stops.

It continued to bombard the depths of his mind.

Qu Yuan's hand holding the thorn of reincarnation trembled slightly. He looked at the beautiful universe in the distance and sighed a long time...

The new soul is buried in the evening, and I am sending my head full of snow on earth. Let’s see, the evening is also drizzling, and the drum is drizzling!

Broken body, broken Taoist city, broken space, broken avenue...

The desolation and despair of the Taoist rhyme filled Qu Yuan's entire body and mind with these drum sounds.

Qu Yuan threw away the skull in his hand, and fell down, and his soul and soul were both destroyed.

Just like a chain reaction, countless people fell outside the broken Planet Avenue city, their bodies were torn apart, turning into blood mist.

Qu Ge, who was covered in blood, was confused by Taoist rhyme, stared at everything in front of him in a daze, muttering to himself: "I know, I know..."

boom!

Guan Huan punched him again.

He didn't hold back at all. Just now, the combat power of Qu Ge and his men seemed to have been affected by something, and their strength decreased.

(Good night fellow Taoist!)
Chapter completed!