The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

As for the elders of the Heavenly Spirit Realm in the other six countries, their expressions were filled with growing horror.

When they poured spiritual power into the barrier, they, who were cultivators in the Heavenly Spirit Realm, had their hands scalded to the point of scorching pain.

If it was said that it was the monks who were also in the Heavenly Spirit Realm that caused this kind of power, they would not be so shocked.

But in fact, the two parties that caused this energy fluctuation were just two young people in their 20s.

And one of them, the spiritual pressure realm is only the Xuanling realm! !

These have been cultivated for hundreds of years, and as the elders of the Heavenly Spirit Realm in various dynasties, they are highly respected.

At this moment, in front of these two young people who are less than one tenth of their age, especially in front of Lin Yuan, they feel ashamed.

It is already like this at such a young age, and the future achievements are simply unimaginable!

boom! ! !

With the sound of the last landslide-like gas explosion, the flying flames were dispersed by the impact and quickly dissipated.

"Wow ah ah ah..."

In the thinner and thinner flames, an extremely shrill scream sounded.

A body that was scorched black all over, flew upside down like a shell that had been blasted away.

boom! !

The body slammed heavily on the transparent barrier, making a dull and loud noise, and exploding a large amount of plasma.

Just like that, slowly clinging to the barrier, he fell powerlessly on the table, motionless, as if he was dead.

The muffled sound shocked people's hearts, and the appearance made people feel cold all over their bodies.

Although the blood shadow that was slammed away was so miserable that it was hard to recognize, everyone was sure.

This scorched black body that was knocked unconscious by the bombardment was undoubtedly Yan Taiziren.

Because in his hand, he was still holding the half-fuse broken gun body.

Chapter 133 Yun Wuyue: Brother, he is hurting because of you, Qin Zhimu!

At the first moment when they saw the half of the fused Cangyan Spear, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.

"His Royal Highness!!"

Following several trembling shouts, above the main battle stage, several Yan Kingdom Cangyan Valley elders with greatly changed expressions swooped down from the sky.

They rushed to Yan Ren's side like lightning, and used their spiritual power to extinguish the lingering fire that still remained on his body.

Protect his remaining vitality and check his condition.

Yan Ren's whole body was limp, his breath was completely silent, and he had passed out completely.

But his eyes were still wide open.

In the pupil, there is a grayness filled with unwillingness, despair, and unbelievable.

No spirit, no focus, slack.

His whole body was scorched black from burns, and his hair was completely burnt.

The entire head looked like a piece of blackened coke, and it looked extremely ugly.

In addition, the large and small internal organs in his body were bombarded to varying degrees.

But fortunately, it was just some body organs, and the burns on the body surface could be completely healed without leaving any scars.

With the cultivation resources of Cangyan Valley, it is not impossible to recover, and it is not a serious problem that cannot be solved.

But even so, the faces of those elders were still extremely angry, and their faces were blue and purple.

Because Yan Ren was defeated.

Because Yan Ren did not hesitate to burn his blood, but he still lost!

Although the unacceptable reality of being defeated head-on by the Qin people was extremely humiliating, it was only a temporary defeat.

With his talent, in the future he will break the shackles of the mortal body, lead the Yan Kingdom, and give power to the Taixuan Seven Kingdoms.

But... he was completely defeated on the premise of burning blood essence!

He has damaged his cultivation talent and spiritual foundation, and he will never be able to recover without the god-defying medicine.

This means that Yanren's achievements in the future will be far less than before.

Now, whether he can even enter the Heavenly Spirit Realm is unknown.

This is an extremely huge and unbearable loss for the entire Yan Kingdom.

With such a tragic injury, it would take at least half a month for Yan Ren to recover his combat power.

This is just the most extreme estimate. After half a month, the ranking of the seven nations will be over long ago.

Besides, even if he can participate in the battle tomorrow, facing Chu Fan, who has not lost any combat strength, will definitely end in elimination.

This also shows that Yan Ren, who had invested countless resources and placed high hopes on Yan Guo, had the appearance of the runner-up...

Now, even the top three can't squeeze in!

Yan Country was even squeezed out of the top three for the first time in the Taixuan Seven Kingdoms Ranking Tournament!

These are all thanks to Lin Yuan! !

The bodies of the elders of Yan Kingdom were trembling uncontrollably.

They could already imagine what kind of wrath the king of Yan would have when he returned to the country of Yan and learned that he had lost the crown prince and returned home.

The King of Yan will definitely blame them for not stopping Yan Ren from wasting his blood in time.

"Damn Qin people!"

The elder of Cangyan Valley who was holding Yanren suddenly raised his head, clenched his hands, and looked towards the other side of the battle stage through gritted teeth.

A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his voice was filled with an anger that sounded like he was trying his best to endure it.

"You two, send the prince to heal immediately!"

The elder gave a short order, handed Yan Ren to the other two elders beside him, and slowly got up.

The transparent barrier built by several elders dissipated, and a burnt smell spread to the entire sword nest along with the remaining hot wind.

On the edge of the battle platform, there was a figure lying in a pool of blood.

That was the young Emperor Qing.

At this moment, whether it was his ears or nostrils, the corners of his eyes or the corners of his mouth, thick blood foam was constantly overflowing.

From the blood-colored pupils that were still pulsating, and those eyes that were unwilling to close even if they died, it could be seen that he still retained a trace of consciousness.

A sense of unwillingness to collapse no matter what.

A trace of desperate struggle, even if you want to continue to experience the severe pain from all over the body, you will not be willing to remain silent.

No... can't... lose consciousness...

Spiritual perception collapsed...can't feel...Yan Ren's breath...

In front of my eyes, blood is red... I can't see... Yan Ren...

I don't know...his situation...

Lin Yuan's chest was heaving up and down in convulsions, and the blood-colored light in his pupils and the unwilling expression became more and more turbulent.

I'm still...alive...can still...feel the pain...

Can't be unconscious... Hurry up... Hurry up...

His ten phalanges were struggling to grasp, and his two arms were slowly raised while trembling.

But those two long humerus, which can no longer be described by arms, finally lifted a little height in the pool of blood, but quickly fell back to the table.

Even the falling movement seemed so weak.

Lin Yuan wanted to straighten his body and stand up again, but he could no longer muster the strength to raise his arms.

The ten phalanges could only scratch tightly in the pool of blood, trying to twitch.

The surrounding auditorium was deadly quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at the bloody figure slumped on the table, not daring to blink their eyelids for a moment.

"Lin Yuan... this Qin man... what kind of perverted monster is he... in the end?!"

Qi State, Chu State, Yan State...the monks from the six countries present all had pale faces, fighting with each other.

They couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, they could only shout in their hearts and question like this.

……

Outside the copper coffin.

Looking at Lin Yuan, who was paralyzed in a pool of blood and covered in blood, Yun Wuyue's heart clenched, and tightly suppressed tears appeared in her pupils.

Especially when she saw the two hand bones desperately scratching the countertop, and the twitching body struggling to keep her consciousness from falling silent, her hands and body were also trembling uncontrollably.

Yun Wuyue tried to reach out her hands to those blue spirits that were still scattered in midair.

But with just a slight touch, her already weak face instantly became paler.

As if being hit by a heavy hammer, the whole person let out a muffled groan, and his body shivered violently.

In the next moment, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, falling like raindrops.

It hurts... it hurts so much...

Under such personal pain, Yun Wuyue's cultivation still collapsed like a tide.

Not even a minute and a second can't hold on to resist.

The moment she touched the cyan spirit, she was in so much pain that she couldn't even feel the existence of her body and consciousness.

Especially the pain that came from both arms instantly, even if it was bone removal and marrow removal, it couldn't be compared in case.

Even if you just chop off your hands, it will be countless times more comfortable.

Because it is a pain that originates from the bone marrow, penetrates into the soul, is enough to be engraved into the consciousness, and will never be forgotten in a lifetime. It is more tragic than a thousand knives, a thousand arrows, and a thousand insects. .

It was no less painful than the bone-digging pain at that time, and even a little bit worse.

Because what was dug out at that time was only a section of sternum, but now, there is also the pain of flesh and blood all over the body.

It is simply unbearable, and there are no adjectives to describe it.

But just enduring this kind of inhuman pain, logically speaking, with the body's self-protection mechanism, it would definitely cause people to be directly seriously injured and pass out.

Ke Linyuan...

but brother...

But still struggling, trembling slightly.

The ten phalanxes that kept scratching the ground showed his unwillingness.

I would rather resist and endure this unbearable pain than just lose consciousness like this.

He even wanted to stand up and fight again with such a shattered and battered body.

Yun Wuyue recovered from the severe pain, and the tears that were suppressed in her eyes finally overflowed at this moment.

she knows...

She knew why her brother had already won, but he still had to do this.

Just now, when she touched those blue spirits, she also felt Lin Yuan's physical state in the picture.

In front of his eyes was a mass of boundless blood red, his consciousness was chaotic, and even his soul was shattered.

In this state, he can't perceive the existence of anything around him at all.

It is impossible to detect Yan Ren's breath at all, let alone know Yan Ren's state.

He didn't even know that he had won this miserable battle.

It was because of this that his remaining will did not succumb to this inhuman pain.

Instead, he was unwilling to be silent, and was telling him not to be in a coma, not to be defeated.