Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss Chapter 1212

1212 Chapter 1212,1212

“No!”Ling Chuxi’s tears instantly blurred her vision, and she roared angrily. The seal in her sea of Qi actually showed signs of loosening under that enormous pressure. The icy cold aura surged into her meridians, and her whole body seemed to have sunk into an ice cave. However, her body immediately recovered the ability to move. “I don’t care. I don’t care about the underworld race’s experts. Let’s kill this monster first.”Seeing that Ling Yichen and the others were seriously injured, Ling chuxi couldn’t care much anymore. She held the falling dust sword tightly, ready to use the deep abyss sword technique, now, she could only use this most powerful sword technique. “It’s useless. The body of the heaven-devouring underworld G.o.d has been destroyed. With your peak-level Zhen Yuan strength, even if you use the deep abyss sword technique, you can’t destroy its body. You Guys Go, let me go!”The Voice of the Deep Abyss Sword Spirit sounded in her mind again. The falling dust sword slightly trembled as if it had a life of its own. Ling chuxi could clearly feel that a wave of abundant spiritual power was gathering in the sword. Obviously, the sword spirit wanted to use its spiritual power to fight against the heaven-devouring underworld G.o.d. “No!”Ling chuxi said firmly. Even if the sword spirit was at its peak, its spiritual body might not be able to defeat the heaven-devouring dark G.o.d, not to mention that it had consumed a large amount of spiritual power and had not recovered in time. Once it was defeated, it might end up with its soul scattered.., how could ling Chuxi just watch him die. “Do we still have a chance to choose?”The sword spirit smiled faintly and said kindly, “Go. If there’s a chance in the future to avenge Lord Sword Master, then it will fulfill my lifelong wish.” “Senior…”Ling chuxi finally shook her head. Even if they died in battle together, she couldn’t just watch the sword spirit die! Without giving the sword spirit a chance to speak, Ling chuxi moved and jumped up high, slas.h.i.+ng toward the heaven-devouring dark G.o.d’s head. Since the sword spirit had already said that the Dark Abyss sword art couldn’t hurt the heaven-devouring dark G.o.d, Ling Chuxi didn’t waste her true energy and continued to use the previous sword attack. The Sword Spirit did not expect Ling chuxi to make a move so easily and was unable to stop her. It could only release all of its spiritual power and pour it into the sword. On the simple and elegant body of the sword, there was a flash of spiritual light. It was like water flowing into the Milky Way, clearer than the brightest moonlight. In the dense spiritual light, Ling chuxi’s figure was so clear and pure. Just as Ling chuxi made her move, Yili gritted her teeth and also attacked with the short sword. The abyss-like eyes of the G.o.d of h.e.l.l finally revealed a hint of seriousness. He opened his mouth and spat out a green light beam. “Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…”the spiritual qi and genuine Qi in the sword collided with the green light beam, making a series of m.u.f.fled sounds. After each m.u.f.fled sound, Ling Chuxi was forced to take a step back, and the spiritual qi and genuine Qi in the sword weakened by a bit. Under the violent vibration, her internal organs were like a huge hammer, and her meridians were broken inch by inch, sending waves of piercing pain. Fresh blood had long dyed her pure white clothes red, and she could only rely on her will to barely hold on. Yi Li had long been seriously injured, and she could not stop vomiting blood. However, she still used all her strength to stand by Ling Chuxi’s side, resisting the thunder-like attack of the nine heavens. A moment ago, they were enemies, but now, they were working together and putting their lives in each other’s hands. The heaven-devouring divine beast also looked tired. Under the attack of the spiritual power of the sword spirit, the dark shadow on its body became much dimmer. However, Ling chuxi knew that she would not be able to hold on until the moment it fell. The sword spirit was also getting weaker and weaker. In her mind, the majestic figure was almost unrecognizable and was on the verge of collapse.