Then,
Mo Xie shook her head, her body swaying as she charged forward again;
The Demon Ancestor charged forward like a malfunctioning robot.
The fight between the two sides now
One is based on human will;
One is based on the rules of combat.
Victory or defeat, life or death, the outcome is still uncertain!
...
Ji Meiling looked at Mo Xie with a worried expression.
She had regained some strength, but she did not rush forward to help.
Because she knew that the battle between Moye and the Demon Ancestor had reached a profound level.
If I were to intervene, it would probably not benefit Mo Xie at all.
In the Tianxuan Great World
This "mysterious realm" is called "battle of magic"!
—When the two sides are fighting, bystanders must not rashly intervene, as this will not benefit either side.
only,
'Battle of skills' is a profound realm that only experts at the Emperor Realm or above can reach.
Mo Xie is only at the King Realm, yet he can already reach this level in battle?
Ji Meiling pursed her pink lips and stared intently at Mo Xie, who was covered in wounds.
This duel is entirely up to him; I can't help him...
Watching Mo Xie fall down and rise again and again, cough up blood and fight back again and again.
I don't know why,
Ji Meiling felt like crying again.
She gently bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes widening slightly, puzzled by this emotion.
Since her mother's passing, she has never cried again, no matter how many storms she has faced.
Like a rose, no matter how much wind and rain it faces, even if the petals are damaged, the thorns on its body are still sharp!
But,
Since that big cry,
She found herself unable to control her tears.
Ji Meiling took a deep breath, quickly closed her moist eyes, and stopped the tears that were about to burst forth.
She doesn't like who she is now!
Because crying is something only a foolish woman does...
thump!
Two more thuds sounded as people fell to the ground.
Ji Meiling quickly opened her eyes.
The demon ancestor fell to the ground, struggled violently for a while, but finally could not break free and turned into quicksand that drifted away with the wind.
Moye also fell to the ground.
But he struggled, his bloodied arms bracing against the ground.
a little,
a little,
Just like an hourglass,
He slowly stood up.
It swayed precariously, as if it would fall over with a gust of wind, but in the end it managed to stand firm.
"Moye..."
Ji Meiling could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed freely. Her pink lips curved into a smile as beautiful as spring flowers, and she rushed towards Mo Xie like a lively breeze.
The last time I felt this kind of joy that made my heart tremble was when I was very young and received a bamboo kite doll from my mother.
In the years that followed, it seemed that I never experienced genuine joy again...
She didn't thank her.
She took light, quick steps forward, ignoring the filthy bloodstains, and carefully supported Mo Xie, who was about to collapse.
"Moye, are you alright...?"
Ji Meiling asked in a lively voice, her tone revealing a joy she herself was unaware of.
But there was no response.
rustling...
A strange sound rang out.
She looked down,
The yellow sand wrapped around Mo Xie's legs from the ground.
winding upwards,
legs,
lower abdomen,
chest...
Soon, Mo Xie's entire body turned into yellow earth.
Hard as stone, cold as iron!
The Demon Ancestor transformed into wind and sand, returning to the world; while Mo Xie transformed into a hardened clay sculpture.
seem,
Is this a double tragedy?!
Ji Meiling was struck dumb, staggered back a few steps, and her face turned deathly pale...
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