My wife is a sword god

That's the dragon spirit of the dragon vein!

It turns out that Jinyang City has always been a land of dragon veins. The reason why the breath has not been leaked is that the old man Baili used a heaven-reaching method to cover up the dragon veins!

The ghost Buddha looked at the golden dragon spirit hanging in the sky, and all three heads turned into angry eyes: "Is this the dragon spirit of the dragon vein? Old man!!!"

The land of dragon veins cannot be formed overnight, it needs years of precipitation.

So the dragon veins of Jinyang City must have existed long ago!

"When you took away the heart of King Garuda, you thought of this trick.

Use 100,000 heroic spirits and the dragon spirits of the dragon vein land to wear away the power of King Garuda's heart for a long time.

Then wait until today, use the divine fire to wipe out the heart with the spirit of the dragon vein!

You actually planned for nineteen years!"

The ghost Buddha was shocked and angry.

Looking at the sky again, the golden dragon spirit circled in the sky and sank back into the ground.

The golden light shone through the cracks in the earth, shining everywhere, dazzling.

At the same time, the golden lights seemed to be inspired and continued to flow to the black stone pillars that merged into the four-sided divine fire.

In a moment, the fire pattern on the stone pillars emitted a dazzling red light!

The ghost Buddha saw this scene and his face was extremely ugly.

After nineteen years of weakening and the melting power of the divine fire, the heart of King Garuda might really be destroyed!

If this is true, their plan will be ruined!

"Go and destroy the stone pillars on all sides!" The ghost Buddha roared loudly.

After hearing this, Qian Kui and others wanted to move, but were stopped by Zhen Tianyi and others.

The battle started everywhere, and the strong energy was vented wantonly.

In desperation, the ghost Buddha could only take action himself. He put his four arms and four palms together, trying to use the magical power of the six reincarnations.

However, the black door in the sky had just opened halfway, and the inexplicable force caused the door to collapse and return to nothingness.

"Save your energy." Baili old man said indifferently.

On the other side, at the moment when the dragon spirit appeared, Lao Li opened his clothes on his chest.

The skin on his chest was already cracked, and he looked inside through the cracks in the flesh.

With each beat of the heart, a golden red light flashed.

That was the heart of King Garuda.

Lao Li leaned on a crutch with his left hand, and his right hand suddenly pierced the flesh on his chest and reached into it.

Not long after, he took out a beating heart.

The heart was the same size as that of an ordinary person, but it looked very amazing, like a transparent glass lamp!

Every time it beat, you can see the golden red blood flowing in the heart!

Lan Ningshuang and others were shocked when they saw this scene!

Qin Feng seemed to have thought of something, and his face was complicated.

"Senior Li, are you going to destroy King Garuda's heart?

But if so, wouldn't he be dead?"

At the same time, the red light emitted by the flame pattern on the four square stone pillars of the Divine Craftsmanship Fire Strike had reached its peak.

A high-pitched dragon roar sounded.

Between the crescent-shaped stone pillars on all sides, a red light shot out and gathered in the sky above Jinyang City.

Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, a dragon claw burning with blazing fire stretched out in the void, and the space seemed to be distorted!

This is the final form of the divine fire, which has the power to melt everything in the world!

Old Li held up the glass-like heart, his eyelids drooped, and his body was a little shaky.

Having lost his heart, his vitality was rapidly fading, and his life was naturally coming to an end.

He used up his last strength to slam his crutches into the ground and maintain his standing posture.

And the divine fire naturally found the target to be melted, and the flaming dragon claw turned around.

The Hundred Insects not far away naturally could not be motionless. The moment he saw the heart of King Jialou, he began to mobilize the power in his body.

As the powerful qi surged out of his body, the bodies of the Hundred Insects also changed.

The black and white outer robe was torn, revealing the red-glowing shell.

The centipede retracted its arms and merged into its body.

In just a few breaths, the hundred insects turned into a giant red centipede that was ten feet long and one foot wide.

Although this centipede was not as big as the previous centipede with 100 feet, the pressure it exuded was far beyond the previous one!

The hundred insects moved, like a red ghost.

The heroic spirits of the soldiers blocked Lao Li again, but this time they could not stop the hundred insects at all, not even for a minute!

Qin Feng and others widened their eyes. Even if they wanted to take action, this kind of battle did not even give them time to react.

The red centipede was less than ten feet away from Lao Li.

This ten-foot distance did not even require a moment of effort.

The heart of the Garuda King seemed to be within reach. After all, Lao Li in this state had no ability to resist at all.

But in this thousandth of a second!

In the sky, a huge ghost head condensed by black aura appeared.

There was a loud bang!

When everyone reacted, they looked down.

The red centipede was actually smashed to pieces by a punch!

The person who did it was the faceless man in black robe!

"The hundred insects are dead." Jin Yun'e, who was fighting with Liu Jianli, sensed something and murmured.

Although he had been traveling with the hundred insects for many years, there was no trace of sadness in his tone, but some regret.

"Such a big insect, I want to eat it all at once." While speaking, a roar came from his abdomen.

The ghost Buddha also sensed the death of the insects, his face was extremely ugly, and he roared loudly: "Knife Ghost!"

Swish!

The gray-haired man reappeared in everyone's sight, but he did not move.

He looked at the glass-like heart, looked at the figure whose vitality was fading but whose spine had never bent, and fell into silence.

It happened in a split second.

The flaming dragon claws manifested by the divine fire strike drew a line of fire in the air and grasped the heart held high by Lao Li without bias.

The dragon claws soared into the air, and the fire surged.

The glass-like heart, under the gaze of everyone, broke and melted bit by bit!

A powerful breath gushed out, sweeping around until it returned to nothingness!

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the extreme south of the southern region, Zhenling Pass.

A thin figure stood on a high place, looking at Tianling Mountain from a distance.

It was Yan Zhou!

Beside him, of course, there was Li Luo, who had left his home for Bingwu.

Suddenly, Tianling Mountain shook, and a roar resounded through the sky.

Countless figures with golden wings on their backs flew out, full of murderous aura.

"Master, they." Li Luo's face was solemn.

He had naturally heard of the reputation of the Garuda tribe. The ghost soldier's sword box was opened in advance, and his muscles were tense, ready for battle.

Yan Zhou's face was normal, and the aura around him emanated, which actually caused the earth to shake!

"Go back."

These three simple words were spoken, but they carried an irrefutable pressure.

The Garudas were frightened and their faces were solemn, but they did not retreat.

Until a majestic voice sounded in the depths of Tianling Mountain: "Come back."

After the Garudas looked at each other, they reluctantly flew back to Tianling Mountain.

"Master, what is that voice?" Li Luo frowned and asked. The moment the voice sounded, he felt a tremor in his heart.

Yan Zhou did not answer, but stared at Tianling Mountain.

Not long after, the voice sounded again: "We will see each other again"

After the voice fell, Tianling Mountain returned to peace.

"Let's go." Yan Zhou let out a light breath, a hint of solemnity flashing across his eyes.