The dragon wanted to immediately get away from the attack of the mosquito spirit man, but his life expectancy had greatly decreased, and his strength inevitably dropped. Feeling his power was insufficient, he fiercely stomped his foot and used his own divine powers to control the geological veins to enhance himself.
He reacted quickly, but the mosquito spirit man was faster.
The putrid aura around the Mosquito Spirit Man grew heavier, and the Black Sword turned into streaks of ink, slashing repeatedly. In an instant, it sucked away all of the Dragon's vitality. This dragon, with true dragon skin now dry and cracked, looked dazed. His eyes expressed a last glimmer of attachment to the world before his body collapsed with a resounding thud, shattering into pieces.
The wife of the Panlong, the Red Chi, and her two sons launched a fierce attack as if mad. The elder son was struck another sword, and his youthful face suddenly seemed mature. It was thanks to the help of his uncle Kui Long, who managed to pull this nephew back with his single arm.
"For the revenge of the Lord Panlong!" The elites of the dragon tribe rushed forward to fight, some instantly slain by the mosquito spirit man, some having their vitality stolen, stumbling away from the battlefield.
Seeing this scene, Fenghuang completely extinguished the plan to compete with the Mosquito Spirit Man. What a joke, how much money did heaven give me? To go to death? No!
Similarly thinking, there was Taibai Xingjun, the old man kept urging his subordinates the celestial soldiers and officers to fill in the gap and prepare to drag out this thirty breaths of time. Taibai Xingjun himself automatically understood the essence of "space step", which appeared to be moving forward but in fact was moving backwards. In the end, he retreated to Fenghuang's side, and both smiled tacitly.
Fenghuang is definitely a worthy opponent. She possesses the ability of rebirth, and the method of reducing her lifespan has a relatively weak impact on her.
Can Taibai Xingjun fight? He himself says he can't, but it's actually hard to say for sure.
Nowadays, the stronger ones, the faster they die.
The two commanders watched the fight from the sidelines with great interest.
The mosquito spirit man had stolen a great deal of vitality. He had originally tried to use the power of time to transfer his legs and eyes from past moments to the present. The power of the "Heaven Questioning" formation far exceeded his expectations. His half-hearted ability in the realm of time was doomed to fail, so he had to settle for second best. That was to use the instantaneous teleportation method he called "an inch of time" to replace the disabled high-speed movement ability, first kill the host of the grand formation, and then break through it.
Facing a relentless and determined great divine being, Yang Zhaojiang and Huanglong Zhenren, the wounded ones once again took the field. The dragon tribe also risked its life for glory, setting up a nine-dragon formation within the Heaven Questioning array, not seeking to kill enemies, but merely to delay time.
Kui Long tightly held onto the Mosquito Spirit Man, his lightning didn't need to connect with the external heavens, the divine thunder was all cultivated within him. At this moment, countless divine thunder kept squeezing the Mosquito Spirit Man's movement space, forcing him to tear open his chest. Within his body, there existed a mysterious realm filled with countless insects; an endless number of bizarre insects climbed out and diverted away nine-tenths of the divine thunder.
Fenghuang continuously communicated with the "Heaven Questioning" talisman. At first, the first ten or so breaths passed quickly, but after Panlong's death, the rate of time flowing in the grand formation began to slow down.
This Mosquito Spirit Man is truly resourceful, managing to find a weakness. He turned all of the Dragon Clan's vitality into forces of time, risking immense expenditure to use millions of years of life to delay one breath, making the flow of time within the grand formation slower and slower, almost coming to a halt.
After all, it's the Dragon Clan's lifespan, and he uses it without a hint of reluctance.
He specifically targeted those from the Dragon Clan, paying little attention to human-born immortals like Yang Zhaojiang and Juelingshen.
Human beings are favored by the cosmic fate and possess the potential to achieve enlightenment at an extremely rapid pace. However, their own life spans pale in comparison to those of dragons.
The immortality and indestructibility of the Honghuang immortals are relative. Ordinary people can only live for a hundred years, and after becoming immortals, their appearance remains unchanged for tens of thousands of years. Compared this way, the immortals of the human race can claim to be eternal and indestructible. However, there is still a limit to it.
Dragons have much longer lifespans than humans, and the lifespan of dragon immortals is even higher than that of human immortals.
The Mosquito Spirit Man would also have to pay a price to steal light years, and he was unwilling to waste his lethal moves on a few "short-lived souls".
Fenghuang, seeing that prolonging the situation was unfavorable to their side, communicated again with the Heaven Questioning talisman.
She slightly changed some small rules and again asked, "Is there a head in heaven?"
The Mosquito Spirit Man thought she was running out of tricks and still chose to remain silent.
She did not make a sound; instead, Fenghuang spoke, which inadvertently revealed her own position.
At this time, he had already seen Fenghuang.
Playing tricks and being mysterious? Is that you? Just a gold spirit? I can slay gold spirits with ease!
The Mosquito Spirit Man moved with agility, pushing his ability of an inch of time to its limit. He used the lifespan he had stolen from the Dragon Clan to activate the teleportation ability, rapidly closing the distance between himself and Fenghuang.
Suddenly, Juelingshen burst out from the side, raising his chariot-sized battle axe, and shrieking at him, he delivered a heavy blow with the axe.
The Mosquito Spirit Man was unwilling to waste time on such a brute. Without hesitation, the dark sword light flashed, cleanly cutting the great axe in two from its center, like slicing through bean curd.
Although Juelingshen's great axe was cut in half by a single blow, even the weakest metal still makes a sound when it collides with another metal.
The crisp sound of "dang" was heard by Fenghuang.
Fenghuang laughed and pointed at the Mosquito Spirit Man, "You're wrong, there is a head in heaven!"
The Mosquito Spirit Man was momentarily stunned, "How could it be that I answered wrong? I didn't even make a sound!"
He suddenly realized that it was the sound of metal collision? But earlier, he had been fighting with the Dragon Clan and Yang Zhaojiang for quite some time. There were numerous sounds of weapon clashes.
Fenghuang's side was openly working under the radar and wasn't about to explain: "Answer wrong, cut off its head!"
Juelingshen, feeling like he had been granted divine assistance, suddenly felt his strength surge to an alarming level. He let out a loud scream and used the remaining chariot-sized battle axe to strike the Mosquito Spirit Man's head.
Having roamed the primordial chaos for countless epochs, how could he have been slain by such a brute? Impossible!
Fuming with anger, the Mosquito Spirit Man ignored the dizziness in his head, and kicked Juelingshen over. Just as he was about to deliver another strike, Yang Zhaojiang appeared silently behind him, taking advantage of Fenghuang's spatial abilities.
Yang Zhaojiang held the Heaven-Cutting Sword, which had been abandoned by the Mosquito Spirit Man.
"The master! The disciple has avenged you!" With a heart full of hatred, he delivered a murderous strike, wielding the most killing blow of his life!
The Heaven-Cutting Sword had killed many immortals in the hands of the Mosquito Spirit Man over the years. Now, with the activation of celestial and heavenly power, all the souls within the sword rapidly regained their consciousness, their thoughts converging into one. As the blade was sheared out, it darkened the heavens and earth, and the sword light contained a pure and decisive intent. It even locked down all possible evasive angles of the Mosquito Spirit Man's 'an inch of time' ability.
In a critical moment, the Mosquito Spirit Man raised his Black Feng Jian to try to defend himself. The two swords clashed, and the Black Feng Jian was instantly crushed. The Heaven-Cutting Sword faintly appeared to have the figure of Yuding Zhenren on it. The speed of the Heaven-Cutting Sword increased threefold abruptly, and it quickly cut across the Mosquito Spirit Man's neck. A head flew high into the air, and on his face was a look of complete disbelief.
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