Chapter 947
Despite the crisis, Muyi never thought of using the power of the baby in the eternal coffin. Although he is him, Muyi knows better that once he depends on it, he may stop here in his life and can't break through the shackles of boxing all his life.
At present, the only thing Muyi can rely on is himself, only the fist meaning representing the ultimate strength.
"I have a fist that can open up the world and destroy all life."
Mu yixinsheng suddenly raised his boundless pride, and his state of mind completely agreed with the essence of boxing intention.
At this moment, Muyi was unprecedentedly strong and fearless.
"You wait and die."
A golden light bloomed from the surface of Muyi's fist. Even in it, you can see the world's birth and death. This fist was chaotic and dark. Even in the underworld, all the strong raised their heads at the same time, with a trace of horror on their faces.
Both the ghost emperor and the immortal tomb will look dignified at the moment. At the same time, a force darker than chaos and darkness emanates from their bodies.
"The blade of destruction, cut!"
The sickle crossed in the dark and collided with Muyi's fist. This time, Muyi gained the upper hand, integrating the power of the small world and the salary lamp, plus 99% of the boxing intention. At the moment, Muyi has reached its limit.
Moreover, under that punch, Muyi, who no longer needed to consume vitality, turned a strand of hair white in an instant, and then dissipated a little from the end, which also symbolized that Muyi's life lost at the moment, lost forever, and can no longer be made up for.
However, at this moment, Mu Yi didn't care about these things. He had only one idea in his heart. He wanted to defeat his opponent in front of him and let the fist sublimate in his hand and re radiate the glory in the hand of the great emperor.
After one punch, Mu Yi didn't hesitate, and then another punch fell. This punch also turned a wisp of his long hair white, and then dissipated. However, his boxing intention became more and more prosperous, and even rendered him a golden God of war.
In contrast, the great ghost emperor was very dark, especially the world destroying blade, which seemed to be stimulated and burst out violently.
"War!"
One fist after another, Mu Yi seemed to be influenced by the fist intention, but only he understood that all this was his will. With each fist, he felt that the fist intention was more integrated with him, but his life was also consuming rapidly.
"Boom!"
Finally, after another punch, Muyi suddenly stopped, and his towering power disappeared. He looked no different from an ordinary young man with a pale face, but his head was bald, which was obviously a sign of life depletion, but his look and eyes were calm.
On the other hand, the great ghost emperor came out of the fist meaning storm created by Muyi. The breath of both heads seemed depressed, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. They didn't expect that they were still firmly suppressed by Muyi by virtue of the world destroying blade.
Even if it weren't for the world destroying blade, they might have fallen at the moment. Even if they were lucky, they were also badly hurt, and the key is that Muyi hasn't become the great emperor.
This makes the ghost emperor and the immortal tomb a little timid. At the same time, it also makes them more determined to kill Muyi, because once Muyi is given a chance, they will be doomed and even have no chance of resurrection.
Fortunately, the outbreak of Muyi was not unlimited, and finally made them survive.
"Hahaha, the third saint, you have lost."
Feeling the situation of Muyi's body, the immortal tomb will laugh loudly. In that laughter, there was a feeling of great relief.
Although the ghost Emperor didn't speak, he looked the same.
"Have you failed? But so what?" Mu Yi smiled with relief and freedom on his face. At the last moment, he finally understood why he could not break through the last bottleneck, not because of his qualification, not because of his perception, but because of his heart.
Because his heart has never really accepted boxing and has not been completely open.
At the end of his life, Mu Yi can be said to have succeeded, but also failed. If he can understand it in advance, maybe the consequences will be rewritten. He doesn't have to die. He can even break through directly and step into the great emperor.
The great emperor was born from the dead and resurrected, but unfortunately, he was so close.
However, Mu Yi had no resentment or even regret in his heart. Even he felt a little strange about his openness, but at the moment, he really recognized himself.
"If you lose, you will die, and the Terrans you care about will become the past." the ghost emperor said.
"Who won't die? As for the Terran, I believe it will always stand on the earth of the underworld. Even if there is a disaster, it can't cut off the spirit of the Terran inheritance and extinguish the flames of the Terran." Muyi said faintly.
"It's rare that you can see it. Unfortunately, it was originally intended to devour you and integrate you with us. We will also be the most powerful existence in the underworld." the fairy tomb will say with some pity.
Mu Yi didn't seem to hear the will of the fairy tomb, but slowly stretched out his hand. The salary lamp appeared in his palm, and the flame burned quietly.
"My Terran spirit will never stop."
With these words, Muyi threw away the salary lamp, and then walked into the fire step by step. In it, it dissipated slowly. Only the salary lamp remained there and burned quietly. At the same time, a sense of sadness filled the air.
At this moment, the hearts of all the people in the underworld were suddenly pulled, as if some of the most important things had been lost, the rain fell on the earth, and it seemed that someone was moaning.
"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan holy Zun suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, Xing Tian holy Zun and di Lao also appeared in front of him.
"Something's wrong." there was a trace of panic in the voice of Xing Tian holy master, which could make a holy master so, which was enough to show how shocked it was to him.
"Can you make a mistake?" the old man hesitated and said.
"It's the third saint, there's nothing wrong." Xuanyuan saint's face was as gloomy as water, and with his words, whether it's Xing Tian saint or di Lao, his face showed thick sadness at the same time.
"How is it possible? Who can kill the third saint with the strength comparable to the great emperor?" the earth old man couldn't help saying. Obviously, he still didn't believe this fact.
"The third saint is just comparable to the great emperor, but not the real great emperor." after Xuanyuan said that, the sadness on his face quickly put away, solemnly looked at Xing Tian saint and the earth old man and said, "this is the most dangerous time for our Terran. I'm afraid the Terran will become history, so I ordered to implement the fire plan."
At present, the only thing Muyi can rely on is himself, only the fist meaning representing the ultimate strength.
"I have a fist that can open up the world and destroy all life."
Mu yixinsheng suddenly raised his boundless pride, and his state of mind completely agreed with the essence of boxing intention.
At this moment, Muyi was unprecedentedly strong and fearless.
"You wait and die."
A golden light bloomed from the surface of Muyi's fist. Even in it, you can see the world's birth and death. This fist was chaotic and dark. Even in the underworld, all the strong raised their heads at the same time, with a trace of horror on their faces.
Both the ghost emperor and the immortal tomb will look dignified at the moment. At the same time, a force darker than chaos and darkness emanates from their bodies.
"The blade of destruction, cut!"
The sickle crossed in the dark and collided with Muyi's fist. This time, Muyi gained the upper hand, integrating the power of the small world and the salary lamp, plus 99% of the boxing intention. At the moment, Muyi has reached its limit.
Moreover, under that punch, Muyi, who no longer needed to consume vitality, turned a strand of hair white in an instant, and then dissipated a little from the end, which also symbolized that Muyi's life lost at the moment, lost forever, and can no longer be made up for.
However, at this moment, Mu Yi didn't care about these things. He had only one idea in his heart. He wanted to defeat his opponent in front of him and let the fist sublimate in his hand and re radiate the glory in the hand of the great emperor.
After one punch, Mu Yi didn't hesitate, and then another punch fell. This punch also turned a wisp of his long hair white, and then dissipated. However, his boxing intention became more and more prosperous, and even rendered him a golden God of war.
In contrast, the great ghost emperor was very dark, especially the world destroying blade, which seemed to be stimulated and burst out violently.
"War!"
One fist after another, Mu Yi seemed to be influenced by the fist intention, but only he understood that all this was his will. With each fist, he felt that the fist intention was more integrated with him, but his life was also consuming rapidly.
"Boom!"
Finally, after another punch, Muyi suddenly stopped, and his towering power disappeared. He looked no different from an ordinary young man with a pale face, but his head was bald, which was obviously a sign of life depletion, but his look and eyes were calm.
On the other hand, the great ghost emperor came out of the fist meaning storm created by Muyi. The breath of both heads seemed depressed, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. They didn't expect that they were still firmly suppressed by Muyi by virtue of the world destroying blade.
Even if it weren't for the world destroying blade, they might have fallen at the moment. Even if they were lucky, they were also badly hurt, and the key is that Muyi hasn't become the great emperor.
This makes the ghost emperor and the immortal tomb a little timid. At the same time, it also makes them more determined to kill Muyi, because once Muyi is given a chance, they will be doomed and even have no chance of resurrection.
Fortunately, the outbreak of Muyi was not unlimited, and finally made them survive.
"Hahaha, the third saint, you have lost."
Feeling the situation of Muyi's body, the immortal tomb will laugh loudly. In that laughter, there was a feeling of great relief.
Although the ghost Emperor didn't speak, he looked the same.
"Have you failed? But so what?" Mu Yi smiled with relief and freedom on his face. At the last moment, he finally understood why he could not break through the last bottleneck, not because of his qualification, not because of his perception, but because of his heart.
Because his heart has never really accepted boxing and has not been completely open.
At the end of his life, Mu Yi can be said to have succeeded, but also failed. If he can understand it in advance, maybe the consequences will be rewritten. He doesn't have to die. He can even break through directly and step into the great emperor.
The great emperor was born from the dead and resurrected, but unfortunately, he was so close.
However, Mu Yi had no resentment or even regret in his heart. Even he felt a little strange about his openness, but at the moment, he really recognized himself.
"If you lose, you will die, and the Terrans you care about will become the past." the ghost emperor said.
"Who won't die? As for the Terran, I believe it will always stand on the earth of the underworld. Even if there is a disaster, it can't cut off the spirit of the Terran inheritance and extinguish the flames of the Terran." Muyi said faintly.
"It's rare that you can see it. Unfortunately, it was originally intended to devour you and integrate you with us. We will also be the most powerful existence in the underworld." the fairy tomb will say with some pity.
Mu Yi didn't seem to hear the will of the fairy tomb, but slowly stretched out his hand. The salary lamp appeared in his palm, and the flame burned quietly.
"My Terran spirit will never stop."
With these words, Muyi threw away the salary lamp, and then walked into the fire step by step. In it, it dissipated slowly. Only the salary lamp remained there and burned quietly. At the same time, a sense of sadness filled the air.
At this moment, the hearts of all the people in the underworld were suddenly pulled, as if some of the most important things had been lost, the rain fell on the earth, and it seemed that someone was moaning.
"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan holy Zun suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, Xing Tian holy Zun and di Lao also appeared in front of him.
"Something's wrong." there was a trace of panic in the voice of Xing Tian holy master, which could make a holy master so, which was enough to show how shocked it was to him.
"Can you make a mistake?" the old man hesitated and said.
"It's the third saint, there's nothing wrong." Xuanyuan saint's face was as gloomy as water, and with his words, whether it's Xing Tian saint or di Lao, his face showed thick sadness at the same time.
"How is it possible? Who can kill the third saint with the strength comparable to the great emperor?" the earth old man couldn't help saying. Obviously, he still didn't believe this fact.
"The third saint is just comparable to the great emperor, but not the real great emperor." after Xuanyuan said that, the sadness on his face quickly put away, solemnly looked at Xing Tian saint and the earth old man and said, "this is the most dangerous time for our Terran. I'm afraid the Terran will become history, so I ordered to implement the fire plan."
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