After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Then it transformed into layer upon layer of flesh cocoons, wrapping him layer by layer, forming a wriggling mass of flesh and blood, as high as a city wall.

Li Mo will not stop, and it is impossible for him to stop.

Eighty has arrived as expected!

Why are the stars getting closer?

No, it's not that the stars are closer.

The sky is falling!

Heaven-shattering hammer!

The power of the military formation, the secret of the Qitian battle, the seven mysterious pills, the power of the world... are all concentrated on this hammer at this time.

boom--

He rushed into the flesh and blood, and before him were countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Countless broken limbs seemed to have grown into pieces of bone roots rooted in the flesh and blood. There were even faces of people who had died not long ago, some of the enemies, and some of the comrades who had just fought with him.

After penetrating countless barriers of flesh and blood, his armor had been corroded beyond recognition, and large red marks were eroded on his hands, but he finally broke through it.

There was a muffled sound.

The cocoon of flesh and blood exploded, and a figure wrapped in blood shadow was shaken out in the air.

Han Zhen, who was in mid-air, still had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Li Mo was in a trance, and his mind overlapped with the divine will fighting against heaven and earth behind him, which obscured him.

The shadow of the Blood God behind Han Zhen was like dewdrops in the morning sun, evaporating away completely.

"Blood Phoenix Spirit...Ancestral Spirit...Blood God...Save me!"

Han's fear was truly meaningless.

His determination to restore his country was not firm. All he had was the ambition to make a comeback in the name of restoring his country, but all of it was shattered by this hammer.

The air on the battlefield seemed to freeze.

Han Zhen.

dead!

Li Mo saw the other party disappear.

Finally, he couldn't stop the blackness in front of his eyes. He reluctantly took back the hammer, but he didn't dare to let go of the breath in his heart.

He accomplished the feat of taking the head of an army.

But he was still in the midst of the host.

There are wolves all around.

But now, Xiao Li can barely stand and can't even move a finger, let alone summon the somersault cloud.

......

PS: I could have updated it earlier, but last time a viewer complained that it was stuck at a critical part, so this time I stayed up all night and finished writing this part in one go.

My liver hurts, please recharge your phone.

"call......"

Wisps of smoke were coming out of Li Mo's body. He smelled the strong smell of blood and exhaled a puff of white air.

Many bloody holes appeared on his body, which were caused by the bursting of his meridians. He had never allowed the power of the world to stay in his body for such a long time before.

Most of the enemy troops had already collapsed and didn't even dare to look back.

But some disaster beasts keenly sensed his weakness.

He was more than just weak; he felt as if his body was no longer his own.

The only feeling...

It’s really cold in southern Xinjiang in winter.

Li Mo couldn't stand any longer and he couldn't help but fall backwards. However, the back of his head didn't feel the hard ground, but rather...

Soft and elastic.

Feeling the brain waves, Xiao Li raised his head.

It was that frosted face, her eyes were cold and deep, meeting those sinister gazes in the chaos of war.

Although he has such an expressionless face, he exudes a strong sense of oppression.

But when I lay in her arms, the back of my head could indeed feel the sweet, soft warmth.

What a damn sense of security.

Li Mo blinked, tired and serious:

"Ice Tuozi, you might as well let me fall to the ground."

Ying Bing reached out and wiped the blood off his face, frowning and saying:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's so comfortable. I felt so comfortable all of a sudden. I was afraid I would fall asleep if I wasn't paying attention."

"Then go to sleep."

Ying Bing took off the green jade hairpin and let her green hair, which was as soft as a waterfall, fall down. After all, the jade hairpin was a mortal object and somewhat fragile.

Li Mo: “…?”

This isn't right.

Looking at what's written in the storybook, the atmosphere has been set to this point. Shouldn't you be patting his face and anxiously telling him not to fall asleep, fearing that once he closes his eyes, he will never be able to open them again?

Well, even if I slap his handsome face until it’s swollen, I’m afraid it won’t stop him from falling asleep.

The chaotic thoughts pulled at his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

He vaguely heard the sound of soldiers defending the city gate behind him rushing out in formation.