Chapter 589

The eyes of words became more and more dignified.

Two wings appeared behind him. After dodging the level of the monster, he quickly condensed into a fire sword and cut it at the dark wrist.

The voice that made his teeth sour sounded. The fire sword hit the monster's wrist, but it didn't pierce his skin at all, leaving only a light white trace.

The monster snorted coldly, waved his hand and caught Yanyu again.

Words and expressions could not dodge. He was rubbed against his wings by his nails. With a dull hum, a small piece of his hard as iron wings was directly cut off.

Words and expressions swallowed the blood from his throat, and his heart was bitter.

He has no hope of winning the monster.

"Little Bifang, after tens of thousands of years of cultivation, you may be able to fight with the king. Now you are just a funny bird in front of the king." the gloomy voice sounded again, with a trace of ridicule in the tone, "the king is not looking for you today. You step back quickly, and the king will spare your life."

Yanyu hung his sword in the air and looked at the monster with persistent and firm eyes. He didn't mean to retreat. "Those who hide their heads and show their tails are just playing tricks. I don't care who you're looking for today. First step over my body!"

"Since you are so ungrateful, don't blame the king for being cruel!" the monster stretched out another hand and grabbed Yanyu at the same time. Without using any spells and skills, people felt they couldn't escape.

Yanyu tried his best to avoid a blow, and the second blow came before his eyes.

He picked up his sword and was about to fight to death when a green light suddenly lit up between him and his two big hands.

That's a seemingly insignificant array.

Wen Xiao almost collapsed to the ground, sweating like rain. The whole person seemed to have just fished out of the water, but his eyes were faintly filled with a trace of pride.

This is the strongest array she can use so far.

Yanyu only felt that the pain on his wings suddenly weakened. After a few breaths, it was no longer painful. When he looked back, the broken piece on his wings had completely recovered.

"Wan muchun?!" the monster's voice was finally mixed with a trace of surprise, "how can you wan muchun?!"

Wan muchun is a secret array handed down by the Jumang family from generation to generation. After the array starts, it operates all by the aura of heaven and earth. People under the protection of the array, no matter how seriously injured, can recover quickly in a few breath as long as they don't touch the spirit.

Jumang is not good at fighting, but he can survive in such cruel conditions without killing the family. Naturally, he has his own set of survival secrets.

Jumang's array attainments are the most profound among the divine beasts.

"Those who know how to leave quickly," Wen Xiao gasped, but his eyes did not give in. "At the edge of wanmuchun, the yellow spring suddenly appears. If you are brave enough, I am not afraid to die with you!"

Wan muchun's second greatest skill besides healing is to sacrifice the caster's divine soul power to form a brand and enter the designated person's body. The effect of this brand is not to kill, but to drain the spiritual power in the enemy's body in an instant and feed it back to the caster in exchange for the caster's vitality.

But even if he survives by chance, the caster will lose all his mana and become a noumenon. It will take tens of millions of years to practice the power of the divine soul.