In Zhong Yuan's body, the iron blood Yuan bead turned, and instantly, an infinite amount of iron blood energy evacuated from the blood of the black-robed monk and the wound. After it was transformed, it was injected into Zhong Yuan's body.

The iron-blooded aura on the real Golden Immortal is really extraordinary. Just a trace of it makes it feel extremely clear and growing.

However, this extraction lasted only for a moment. Immediately after the black-robed monk recovered from his consciousness, he immediately controlled his injuries. Even with the Iron Blood Yuanzhu, he could no longer directly draw a trace of iron blood from it.

"So everything just now is an illusion."

After the black-robed monk woke up, he felt extremely clearly that his body was not only a problem of injury, but also his magic power and meridians were also greatly affected. Now, he can only barely exert his strength as the realm of the Jinxian True Lord. As time goes by, he may only be able to exert his power as half a step.

"You used poison," the black-robed monk opened his mouth and asked.

"No, why, no?" Zhong Yuan replied with great care.

"Hmm, of course, yes, but your poison seems to be not a natural poison, but a synthesis of human power. This should be a unique method of the human race." The black-robed monk said again

"No," Zhong Yuan didn't hide anything and replied directly

"Don't you think you should say something?" The black-robed monk asked again, his cultivation aura. Although his aura was declining, his aura had not weakened at all.

"Then what do you want to know?" Zhong Yuan asked, too.

"Your identity, are you Lishe or Zhong Yuan, or both?" The black-robed monk asked immediately without a single hesitation.

"I am Lishe" Zhong Yuan looked quite serious and said, "Since you are also a true King of Golden Immortals, I will let you be a wise ghost. Zhong Yuan, who has been killed by me before, has been taken for himself by me."

"Fellow Taoist Lishe is really a genius. Even the emperor's son chosen by Emperor Chi himself is not your opponent." When the black-robed monk heard this, he immediately said again.

"You can't say that, it's just a little effort to add a little opportunity." Zhong Yuan smiled faintly and replied, "Okay, now you already know it, you should be able to go there with peace of mind. For the sake of you being a Jinxian True Lord, I will give you the respect you deserve.

Although you are not the same as you and I, you will be the same clan. Your death is also the loss of my Shura.”

"Since that's the case, I'll thank fellow Taoist Lishe for being generous." The black-robed monk replied at the time, "In addition, I want to say something, please don't want to let go of the third prince, he is definitely not your opponent."

"Whether he is let go of me or not, but with him." Zhong Yuan did not agree, but said, "If he knows what happened after you die, then I will naturally not do too much. But if he is stubborn and thinks that he can do whatever he wants with the third son of the royal lineage, then I will not be polite at all."

"Since this is the case, everything will be decided by God's will. I, the old servant, have already done my last effort for the third prince. Under the nine springs, I can see the ancestors of the Wuxiang King's vein."

While speaking, the monk in black robe raised his hand and was about to slap his head.

At this moment, the black-robed monk's palm was about to hit his head. Zhong Yuan suddenly moved. In an instant, he came to the black-robed monk's eyes. A sudden faint light flashed in his hand. Taichu's invisible sword was suddenly slashed. In an instant, the black-robed monk was cut into two halves from top to bottom. It was extremely average. The blood fountain was like an arrow, and it was rushing from all directions.

However, before the blood arrow landed, it was activated by the iron blood Yuan bead in Zhong Yuan's body, turning into iron blood energy and integrating into Zhong Yuan's body.

Although the two black-robed monk's corpses were attacked by the peerless murderous intent of Taichu's Invisible Sword, they did not die immediately. Instead, they shook themselves and wanted to get in the middle, and overlapped with two into one. At this time, the long sword in Zhong Yuan's hand suddenly shook, and the sword light was as bright as a general, like a general blooming in the void. In an instant, the black-robed monk's corpse was dismembered into countless pieces.

At this moment, a sudden spiritual light surged above Zhong Yuan's head, and it turned into a big bell. This bell was the magical power of the birth of the Three Holy Bells.

"when--"

The Three Saint Bell suddenly shook, and a huge sky-swallowing lion suddenly appeared on the bell's body. It crouched on it, with a big mouth, and the endless body of the black-robed monk was swept up by the strong wind and sank into his mouth. Only one head was still in the void.

At this moment, the head of the black-robed monk was motionless, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with unparalleled shock in his eyes.

"Are you very unwilling to accept this senior? But you can't help but be unwilling to accept it. Sorry, you and I will fight for life and death, either you die or I live. I really have no choice but to sacrifice your life to plot against me, but I don't know that I, a junior, have experienced dangers, and you don't have to die. Therefore, you should die at ease. After all, who made me better plan?"

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuan paused for a moment, and then continued, "Since you are dead, don't think about resurrection, so it's better to leave your real name to me."

While speaking, Zhong Yuan's left five fingers bent slightly, and the divine claws activated. He grabbed it suddenly. In an instant, an illusory light and shadow were drawn out from the head of the black-robed monk.

At this moment, the monk with black robe opened his eyes and finally closed it. Not that he was really dead, but, in his heart, he was really desperate because Zhong Yuan did not give him a slight chance to turn over.

"You won, but you have to be prepared to welcome the anger from the third king's vein." The black-robed monk did not show any figure on his natal soul, but just a sentence passed it out

Zhong Yuan did not know this final threat. Without hesitation, the four generations and ten kinds of soul searching methods were activated and began to draw the memories of the black-robed monk. After that, Zhong Yuan showed an extremely satisfied smile on his face.

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