They turned into countless sharp arrows, with burning flames and the breath of death, shooting towards the Shangtian Sword from all corners in all directions.

Shang Tiandao's soft sword shook and swung all over the sky.

Although the sword qi that swung out cut the resurrected vines and branches, which could be called fragments one by one, the direction and speed of those broken branches remained unchanged, and they still shot with the momentum of ten thousand thunderbolts.

The branches, the vines, suddenly came to their eyes and wrapped their eyes around his hands and feet, making him unable to move.

The arrow of the branch slowly plunged into Shang Tiandao's legs, back, and shoulders.

When they are inserted into the flesh, they are even sinking into the flesh at some unimaginable speed, sinking deeply, like a snake in flames finding a hole and desperately burrowing into it.

The pain was heartbreaking, it was real.

I guess it's not an illusion.

At this moment, Shang Tiandao had nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape, because no matter which direction he fled, arrows would shoot at him, and the pain was even stronger than before.

Jing Zhaomei raised his hands flat, knelt on the ground in worship, and said loudly: "O spirit of all things in the Forest of Death, now, I will dedicate the Shangtian Sword to you as a sacrifice, please enjoy it."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the piano changed again.

The arrows of the branches actually stopped attacking, but there were countless vines, and the branches were like demons, and suddenly from the ground, from the sky, sharp claws stretched out, and tied the Shangtian sword firmly, and lifted it into the air, like a sacrifice offered to the heavens by a servant of the gods.

The blood of Shang Tiandao's sword slowly flowed down from the arrow hole, flowing into the earth, flowing into the soil, and merging with the body of the spirit of all things.

And in this sky, there was a whirring breath, like the greedy, hurried breath of the demon when he saw the sacrifice.

There is even a fishy smell in it.

After the baptism of Shang Tian Dao's blood, those green lusters hidden in the depths of the forest, the dark green eyes seemed to be brighter, and they were approaching Shang Tian Dao step by step.

Shang Tiandao shook his body suddenly, broke the entanglement of the vines, and then, looking at the ghost shadows in the sky, he swung his long sword and roared loudly:

Now, you spirits of nature, blinded by evil, let my sword of spiritualism awaken your pure souls.

In this earth-shattering roar, the earth trembled, the sky burned, and the vine branches wrapped around Shang Tiandao's body began to fall one after another.

However, the vines of the branches and shrubs of the cold maple did not stop attacking.

They were even stretching towards the Shangtian Sword at an even faster speed, extending ...... Winding, winding......

Not only were they extending, they were not only entwining, the tentacles of those branches and vines had slowly reached deeper into Shang Tiandao's body, like straws inserted into coconut shells to suck the juice.

As the tentacles of these branches and vines trembled, and as the blood was slowly absorbed, Shang Tiandao clearly felt that his body was weakening, and his true power was slowly disappearing.

His face slowly turned yellow, slowly turning white.

That must be a sign that the blood is slowly being drained.

His body was completely immobile......

His consciousness was slowly waning......

His sword was as light as a streamer, as soft as a willow branch, but he no longer had the strength to swing it out and cut off the branches that stretched through it.

Then, a vine lifted high and slammed into his sword-holding hand.

The hand suddenly hurt, and the soft sword slowly fell to the ground, like a leaf blown off by the wind.

Shang Tiandao looked at the sky above his head that was getting lower and lower, looked at the heavier and heavier rain line, and secretly mused: I ...... Is it just going to die slowly?

He suddenly turned his head to glance at the dying leader who had been sealed in the coffin of the stars, and the familiar figure imprinted in the depths of his memory was immediately in front of his eyes.

The face in that memory seemed to be smiling at him, as if it was wiping the sweat drops on his face with its own handkerchief, and as if it was shielding him from the falling raindrops with a large leaf of a paulownia tree.

A familiar feeling swelled up again.

However, the familiar face suddenly moved farther and farther away from him, farther and farther away, as if to say to him: Get up, get up, don't sleep.

Shang Tiandao took a deep breath, his limbs suddenly expanded, and he gathered the only strength left in his body to break these branches and vines that were wrapped around his body.

Then, jumping up, before his body fell to the ground, he stepped on his left foot and his right foot, and with the help of force, punched Jing Zhaomei, who was sitting on a tall and thick fir tree opposite him.

However, before his fist hit Jing Zhaomei's chest, a branch suddenly flew in front of him, swung it high, and slammed it on his body, pulling him out heavily.

His body immediately flew into the air again, but before he could change his position, he saw another branch fly after him and struck him again.

These vines were like water-stained cowhide whips, falling on their bodies, and heart-rending pain poured from the soles of their feet to the Mud Pill Palace.

However, not only did the branches that whipped him not stop, but even countless branches slowly turned into cowhide whips and whipped his body so hard that he didn't even have a chance to fall and breathe.

With a whip, Shang Tiandao's body flew up, throwing it high into the air, and then, breaking the branches, falling heavily.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, another whip came from a surprise spot and whipped him back into the air.

It was as if his whole being had fallen on a bed of springs, pumping, falling, pumping, falling......

It went on and on until he was scarred and exhausted the last bit of true power in his body and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that Shang Tiandao finally collapsed to the ground like a dragon prince who had been drained of dragon tendons by Nezha, Jing Zhaomei sneered, hugged the guqin, and suddenly jumped down from the tree.

Looking at Shang Tiandao, who was like a puddle of mud, Jing Zhaomei gently kicked him on the back with his toes, and then, with a sneer, said:

Hmph, Shang Tiandao, the sword god of the Hidden Sword Pavilion on Sword Island, everything is over, now, let me make you a coffin of the stars and start an eternal sleep.

As he spoke, he erected the guqin, put one of the sections on the ground, and then, with both hands raised high, poured the true power of his body, and suddenly swung out.

Then, I saw that the raindrops that were pouring rain from the sky suddenly gathered on Shang Tiandao's body, making a clattering sound, and slowly formed a crystal-like shape.

A new coffin of stars is about to take shape.

However, at this moment, several golden rays of light suddenly hit Jing Zhaomei from the depths of this dead forest, and a long whistle sounded.

Be...... Scales of the Phoenix......

Be...... Golden Phoenix Dart ......

The golden phoenix dart was inserted in the shape of "Pin" on the huge and thick fir tree behind Jing Zhaomei.

If it weren't for the fact that he heard the wind and hid in time, then these three golden phoenix darts were just inserted in his eyebrows and chest.

Although it didn't hit his body, the fierce momentum still cut off a strand of his long hair, which slowly drifted away in the night rain.