Difficult to Harm a Beautiful Thing

All the participants in the Dao Competition in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror were their spiritual souls; so was Jing Jiu.

Without the physical body, Jing Jiu, as a spiritual soul, could employ the Underworld Fairy Sword at an unimaginably high speed. Even those swordsmen in the Yuanying State couldn't handle it.

Jing Jiu didn't respond to Master Mo, as he was recovering his zhenqi in silence.

Master Mo left the ruins and walked to the snow covered ground. The numerous tiny holes on his body opened up again, shooting out countless tiny bloody arrows.

It seemed that Master Mo didn't feel anything. As he came to the front of Jing Jiu, he stopped short.

He could sense that his life force was leaving him and the heavenly opportunity was slipping away. Thinking of what Jing Jiu said about recalling the past experiences earlier, Master Mo couldn't help but feel sentimental.