"Is this the core of the origin of Qi?"

The Demon King looked at the radiant air mass floating in his palm, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Next, it's the origin of form!"

The Heavenly Demon King looked not far away, and Ma Yujie, who was also motionless, smiled more intensely at the corners of his mouth.

After Di Shitian lost the source of Qi, his whole body dried up quickly, his breath gradually weakened, and his dead Qi became more and more.

Obviously, Di Shitian is not far from death, and his life is coming to an end.

Ma Yujie's complexion changed drastically. He was in better condition than Di Shitian, but it was also difficult for him to resist the Demon King.

And if the source of form in his body is also deprived, even if he does not die, he will be completely abolished.

The moment the Demon King's finger touched Ma Yujie's eyebrows, a terrifying aura suddenly came across from a distance.

The demon king's pupils froze, and he couldn't help looking at the source of the breath.

I saw there, stretching across the sky and the earth, the ancient Hongmeng tree.

At this moment, the Primordial Primordial Tree trembled slightly, emitting a mysterious purple awn.

And the countless purple leaves hanging on the tree fell down one after another, and quickly floated up, gathering together like a purple dragon.

In the center surrounded by purple leaves, a figure slowly appeared.

This person is not very old, looks two

In his teens, he was dressed in black, and his whole body exuded bright purple awns.

Between his brows, a streak of light from the Primordial Primordial Tree slowly emitted a dim light.

"Zhuowen!"

"Little friend Zhuo!"

"..."

In the starry sky, countless eyes focused on the young man surrounded by purple leaves, and they all recognized the latter's identity.

Ma Yujie's eyes lit up, and he was slightly happy.

Candle Emperor, Lord of the Abyss, Xiao Jin and Xiao Yin, etc. also showed joyful expressions.

Di Shitian, on the other hand, looked deeply at Zhuo Wen with complicated eyes.

"Zhuowen..."

The Heavenly Demon King looked at the young man exuding purple awns all over his body, his eyes froze for a moment, revealing a touch of confusion and complicated emotions.

"Master Mozhuo!"

Far away in the starry sky, Moxuji, who had been rescued by the Heavenly Demon Army, also recognized Zhuowen.

Although Zhuo Wen changed back to his original appearance, his breath could not be changed, Moxu could sense it, and the young man in front of him was Mo Zhuo back then.

At this moment, Di Shitian burst out with his last vitality, charged at the Heavenly Demon King, and snatched the core of the origin of Qi from the latter's hand.

"you wanna die!"

The Heavenly Demon King came back to his senses, furious in his heart, pinched Di Shitian's neck, and his claws pierced Di Shitian's chest again.

But Di Shitian didn't realize it, he firmly held the core of the source of qi in his hand.

"The source of Qi is mine! This is the only power I can fight with Zhuo Wen, how can I just lose it like this?"

Di Shitian vomited blood, but looked at Zhuo Wen with fighting intent.

"Zhuowen! Our battle is not over yet, how dare you fight me this time!"

Di Shitian let out a terrifying roar, his vitality was rapidly draining, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

Zhuo Wen sighed lightly, stepped on the sole of his foot, disappeared in place in an instant, appeared in front of the Demon King, and blasted out his right palm.

The demon king's pupils shrank slightly, and he punched back.

When fists and palms touched each other, the Demon King's face changed drastically, he couldn't help but groaned, and retreated hundreds of millions of miles away. JrNovels.com