Chapter 947: The third saint, meteor?

Despite the crisis, Mu Yi has never thought of using the power of the baby in the eternal coffin. Although he is him, Mu Yi understands that once he becomes dependent on it, this life may stop there, and it will not be possible for life. Break through the fetters of boxing.
At present, the only thing Mu Yi can rely on is himself, and only the fist that represents the ultimate strength.
"I have a punch, I can open up the world, I can kill my life."
Mu Yi Xinsheng suddenly raised infinite pride, and his state of mind completely fit the nature of fist intention.
At this moment, Mu Yi is stronger than ever, and it is also fearless.
"You wait, die."
A golden light bloomed from the surface of Mu Yi's fist, and even in it, a world opening and dying scene can be seen. This fist, chaos and darkness trembled, even the hells, all the powerful men also raised their heads at the same time, with a look of horror on their faces.
Regardless of the ghost tribe's emperor or the will of the fairy tomb, at this moment they all looked dignified, and at the same time, a power darker than the darkness of chaos emanated from their bodies.
"Blade of the World, Cut!"
The sickle crossed in the dark and bumped into Mu Yi's fist. This time, Mu Yi took the upper hand, combining the power of the small world and the salary lamp, plus the fist intention of 99%. Mu Yi has reached the limit of this body.
And under that punch, there is no longer any need to consume the vitality of Mu Yi. A strand of hair turned white in a moment, and then dissipated a little bit from the end. This also symbolizes that Mu Yi lost his life at this moment and lost it forever. Can't make up anymore.
But at this moment, Mu Yi didn't care about these things anymore. He had only one idea in his mind, defeating his opponent in front of him, letting the fist intention sublimate in his hands, and re-glowing the glory when he was in the hands of the emperor.
After a punch, Mu Yi did not hesitate, and then fell again. This punch also made him a long white hair and then dissipated, but the fist intention on his body became more and more powerful, and even his whole person Rendered as a golden God of War.
In contrast, the ghost clan emperor is extremely dark, especially the vanishing blade, which seems to have been stimulated and violently erupted.
"Fighting!"
One punch after another, Mu Yi seems to be dominated by the fist, but only he understands that all of this is his will, and with each punch, he feels that the fist is more with him A touch of fusion, just his life, is also quickly consuming.
"boom!"
Finally, after another punch, Mu Yi stopped abruptly, and the monstrous power on his body disappeared. It looked no different from an ordinary young man with a pale face, but his head was bare, apparently It was a sign of life exhaustion, but his look was calm.
On the other side, the Great Clan Emperor came out of the fist storm created by Mu Yi, and the breath on both heads seemed slack, and there was a little fear in their eyes. How could they never have thought that they could rely on the blade of the world. It was also firmly suppressed by Mu Yi.
Even if it is not the blade of the world, at this moment they may have fallen, even if it is a fluke, it has been severely damaged. The key is that Mu Yi has not yet become the emperor.
This made the ghost clan emperors and the tombs of the tombs a little bit embarrassed, and at the same time made their determination to kill Mu Yi more severe, because once Mu Yi was given the opportunity, they would never be able to recover, or even the chance of resurrection.
Fortunately, the outbreak of Mu Yi is not infinite, and finally let them survive.
"Hahahaha, the third saint, you are defeated."
Feeling the situation of Mu Yi's body, Xianmu's will laughed aloud, and that laughter was obviously with a feeling of great relief.
Although the Ghost Tribe didn't speak, the look was exactly the same.
"Is he defeated? But what about that?" Mu Yi smiled, with a relief on his face, and a sense of freedom. At the last moment, he finally understood why he could not break through the last bottleneck, not because of qualifications, but not Because of perception, but because of his heart.
Because his heart has never really accepted his fist intentions and has not been completely open.
At the end of his life, Mu Yi can be said to have succeeded, but he also failed. If he can grasp the punch in advance, the consequences may be rewritten. He does not have to die, and he can even break through directly and enter the emperor.
The emperor, originally from death to life, was resurrected, but unfortunately, it was so close.
However, Mu Yi had no resentment or even regret in his heart. This kind of openness even felt strange to him, but at this moment, he truly recognized himself.
"If you lose, you will die, and the tribe you care about will also be a thing of the past." The ghost tribe said.
"Who won't die? As for the human race, I believe that it will always stand on the earth of the grave. Even if it is a calamity, it will not be able to cut off the spirit of the human race, and it will not wipe out the human race's fire." Mu Yi said lightly.
"It's rare that you can see it, but unfortunately it was intended to devour you so that you can become one with us, and we will also be the most powerful existence in the underworld." The fairy tomb said with some pity.
Mu Yi didn't seem to hear the words of the fairy tomb, but just slowly reached out his hand, the salary lamp appeared in his palm, and the flames were burning quietly.
"My spirit is endless."
After saying this, Mu Yi tossed the salary lamp, and then stepped into the salary fire. In it, it slowly dissipated. Only the salary lamp has been stagnating there, burning quietly. At the same time, Sadness spread.
At this moment, the hearts of all the people in the underworld were suddenly stunned, as if some of the most important things had been lost, and it seemed that someone was crying as the rain fell on the ground.
"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan Shengzun suddenly opened his eyes, at the same time, Xingtian Shengzun and Di Lao also appeared in front of him.
"There is something wrong." The voice of Xingtian Saint revealed a little panic, which could make a saint so, which is enough to show how shocking this incident is to him.
"Is it wrong?" Di Lao hesitated.
"It is the third saint, there is nothing wrong with it." Xuanyuan saint's face was gloomy and watery, and as his words fell, no matter whether it was Xingtian saint or old earth, his face was full of sadness.
"How is that possible? Who can kill him with the third saint's strength comparable to that of the emperor?" Di Lao couldn't help but say, apparently, he still didn't believe this fact.
"The third saint is only comparable to the emperor, but it is not the real emperor." After Xuanyuan saint finished speaking, the sadness on his face quickly closed, and he looked seriously at Xingtian saint and said to the old man: "This is When my Terran was most dangerous, one was careless, and I was afraid that Terran would become history, so I ordered and carried out the Tinder Plan. "