"No!" Yao Meng and the others were shocked, they looked at Ji Wenming who had been stabbed in their hearts with cold and stiffness, their minds were blank, and they didn't know what to do or what to say.

"The body of the Terran Witch Emperor is very hard? Uh-huh? Even to say, as your cultivation deepens, the physical strength of the Terran Witch Emperor begins to catch up with or even surpass the flesh of the warriors of the same rank?"

Ye Motian leaned into Ji Wenming's ear and deliberately amplified his voice and laughed mockingly.

"They also told me that the truly powerful Terran pinnacle Witch Emperor, they are invulnerable, invulnerable, dragon snakes in their palms, and fists shatter stars, and they are a group of monsters that can't be killed or smashed?"

Ji Wenming looked down at his chest expressionlessly, feeling the novel feeling brought by the sword blade containing a strange heat in the coldness penetrating his heart. The blade of the sword was inserted in the heart, and every heartbeat made Ji Wenming feel terrible pain, this sharp pain made Ji Wenming laugh gradually, this severe pain made him have a sense of the reality of being alive and alive!

"However, your so-called Witch Emperor's body is a joke under my sword!"

Yemotian twisted the hilt of his sword proudly, and the blade cut through Xi Wenming's body, making a subtle 'snort' sound.

"This is the natal weapon forged for me by my father, who is full of love but has a noble status. For the sake of this devouring sword, he personally destroyed a small world with the attributes of darkness and devouring, and used the world core formed after the collapse of that small world as the main material, helping me forge this beautiful and magical weapon!"

"He is invincible, and he can devour all things, and the more flesh and soul he devours, the more powerful he becomes. ”

Like a child who has just been given a new toy, Yemotian triumphantly flaunts his natal sword.

"Emperor Shaksha returned from my father's side and brought me the Sword of Devouring. I've been confined to the Castle of the Sun by that damn woman of Yemo's alder. I'm not allowed to go out, so I haven't been able to find the right target to open for him!"

"But today I found the most suitable person! Someone told me that you are Ji Wenming, the same Xi Wenming who shed countless blood for our noble Yu nobles in Akasaka Mountain?

"I think it's a very good sign to use the blood of a hero to open my devouring sword, we Yu nobles are more superstitious in their bones, although our strength can conquer all superstitions. But we still believe in something mysterious and inexplicable, what do you think?"

Ji Wenming just chuckled 'hehe' and didn't say a word. He squinted, enjoying the strange sensation of the sword entering his body and piercing his heart.

"Laughing, you can still laugh?" Yemotian's face became extremely ugly, and his face was distorted: "You should cry, shout, plead, beg for mercy, you should kneel at my feet." Lick my boots and beg me to spare your life!"

Yemothy screamed hoarsely, "Aren't they all the maids I have killed with my own hands? they cry, they plead, they kneel at my feet, they please me in every way they can think of, they beg me to let them go!"

"Even if we die, the warriors of our human race will never open their mouths to a foreign race to beg for mercy!" His tone was as gentle and steady as ever: "Especially, are you sure you can kill me?"

'Huh'?

Yemothy screamed strangely. In the next moment, his eyes were dark, and Ji Wenming turned around in an extremely domineering manner, allowing the blade of the Devouring Sword to tear open half of his body, straighten up his left elbow, and slammed his elbow on the door of Yemotian's face.

With a loud bang, the dragon scale armor and dragon skin helmet on Yemotian's body burst out with dazzling light at the same time.

In order to let Ye Motian pretend to be a warrior in the Northern Wilderness, the Gonggong clan came to Bailongjiang to watch the excitement. He was issued with the best armor in the Northern Wilderness. But these armors made of dragon leather were so fragile in the face of Ji Wenming's blow.

With a loud bang, the armor and helmet on Yemotian's body exploded into countless tiny pieces at the same time, and a terrifying gravity pressed on Yemotian's body, which was a million times the normal gravity of the Pangea world, dragging Yemotian, causing him to smash to the ground like a falling meteor.

More than a dozen of them were painted black. The strangely shaped jade talisman exploded at the same time, and a heavy black ghostly light enveloped him, blocking the devastating power contained in the terrifying elbow of Ji Wen's life for him.

Lying on the ground in the dark, all the active defensive jade talismans on Ye Motian's body were consumed, he raised his head in a daze, and looked at Ji Wenming who had no wounds on his body and no trace of his skin.

"No...... How is that possible?

Ye Motian raised the devouring sword in his hand at a loss, and subconsciously said: "I secretly tried a few canaries raised by Yemotian fir coconut, but with just one sword, those canaries were sucked dry of essence blood and soul, you should not be an exception!"

Ji Wenming slapped his unscathed left chest, looked at Ye Motian and smiled faintly: "So, your sword has already opened the blade to see blood? ”

Ye Motian's face changed suddenly, and he pointed at Xi Wenming and shouted: "Nonsense, my natal divine soldier, of course, I have to use the blood of a hero to open the front, it's you, it's your Xi Wenming, that's right!"

Holding back the dizziness in his head, Ye Motian jumped up, and the exquisitely shaped long sword in his hand brought up a black streamer, and stabbed at Ji Wenming's chest again.

Ji Wenming didn't dodge, let alone parry with the long sword in his hand, he let Yamotian's long sword pierce his chest, and he was very surprised by the terrifying edge of this sword.

With the majestic background of Ji Wen's life, he majored in earth magic power, and his physical body was far stronger than that of other human witch emperors. With the strength of his body, he couldn't stop the light stab of the long sword in Yemotian's hand, and this sword would obviously become a mortal threat to the Terran warriors.

The sword passed through his body, and Yemotian laughed triumphantly, and he immediately urged the sword's devouring power.

But the Yan Devouring Sword failed to devour anything, Ji Wenming's body was like a sticky half-melted cow tendon, no matter how the Yan Devouring Sword devoured, his blood and soul were all one, and the Yan Devouring Sword couldn't pull any of Xi Wenming's essence at all.

The unbelieving Yemotian drew his sword and stabbed through his body again.

But things are still the same, the Yan Devouring Sword can hurt Ji Wen's life, but it can't hurt him in the slightest.

The long sword was drawn, and Ji Wenming's body was restored to its original state.

Smiling indifferently, Ji Wenming said softly: "My Witch Emperor's body has spent the last piece of soil collected in the clan to merge with me. My body is a holy body of rest, and not a drop of essence blood will leak out, how can you devour me?"

Throwing off his left hand, Ji Wenming slapped Ye Motian in the face hard. (To be continued.) )