4947!

It takes a long time to chew a leaf to light up a leaf.

In the eyes of many people, the Eleventh Prince is simply a joke.

What's the point of persisting when we've already become like this?

Of course, there are some races who admire the eleventh prince's fighting spirit from the bottom of their hearts.

So tenacious!

Perhaps he is the weakest among the princes. But in terms of toughness, the second prince and the tenth prince seem to be inferior to him.

The eleventh prince could only imagine using his mouth to chew the bark of a tree.

How unwilling he was.

Can your teeth bear it?

…

"Hahaha, what an unparalleled idiot!"

"A dignified prince is actually chewing tree bark with his mouth. It makes him laugh out loud."

"You cultivators don't even dare to admit failure?"

"Or, does the Eleventh Prince think that he can win over the Tenth Prince with his own teeth?"

The sword immortals all laughed at him.

The eleventh prince's condition was simply indescribably embarrassing.

"A cultivator has his own beliefs and his own way."

"We admit that the Eleventh Prince is no match for the Tenth Prince, but he also has his own goals!"

"5000! This is the eleventh prince's obsession. As long as he can break 5000, it doesn't matter if he loses!"

"If you can defeat yourself once in your life, it is also a victory!"

A cultivator retorted calmly.

They no longer have any anger.

The eleventh prince looked embarrassed, but in their hearts, this was their obsession with Tao.

This is the attitude a cultivator should have.

"The tenth prince won, but he won because he won the body early!"

"I am willing to admit defeat. Cultivators admit defeat, but you have no right to laugh at me."

Another cultivator also said seriously.

"Haha, 5000?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"The Eleventh Prince will collapse in the next second. Why should he break through 5,000?"

"Beat yourself?"

"A weak person doesn't even have a chance to defeat himself!"

"If the Eleventh Prince can break through 5,000, I will fuck a licking dog, haha!"

The swordsmen were a little angry when they were rebutted!

Afterwards, another Sword Immortal mocked with a red face.

This is the temper of the Sword Immortal.

Too irritable.

"snort!"

The cultivators were too lazy to pay attention to this group of sword immortals.

Go fuck the dog lickers, you can think of it.

Of course, this swordsman is not talking nonsense.

Within the barrier, the eleventh prince had truly collapsed.

4988!

He is just 12 leaves short of his goal of 5,000.

Unfortunately, he tried every means, but his strength was exhausted.

The last 12, the eleventh prince simply could not continue.

"Eleventh Prince, are you very unconvinced?"

"Do you think you beat me because you were unlucky and because your time to seize the body was too short?"

"I tell you, a cultivator can never surpass the Sword Immortal."

"Only Kenshin can practice authentically!"

"The so-called Dao mind of cultivators is not worth mentioning at all."

The tenth prince shook his head slightly, and then looked at the eleventh prince with a look of compassion.

His pupils were filled with pity for the fate of the weak!

…

"Little King Kong, are you ready?"

In his brain, Zhao Chu used the power of his spiritual thoughts to monitor the curse.

As the eleventh prince is about to collapse, this curse has also begun to take effect.

For Zhao Chu, this is good news.

Only when the curse is completely in motion can he uproot it and peel it off in its most complete state.

"Well, action!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Little King Kong suddenly emerged from the depths of Zhao Chu's mind.

And in his palm, he held a purple gold gourd.

Zhao Chu's soul has also come out of the purple gold gourd.

He hasn't taken back his body yet, stripping off the curse first is the top priority.

The eleventh prince almost collapsed, and he was still resenting the final result.

But suddenly, a child with a gourd on his head and a tiger-like head appeared in front of him inexplicably.

wrong!

It is to appear in front of your original soul.

This is simply incredible.

You know, after the Ye Ghost Clan takes away the body, there is no way that anything else can exist.

"Hey... little ghost, are you still comfortable after taking your body for so long?"

Little King Kong smiled coldly.

jump!

Immediately, he opened the purple gold gourd.

"Hmph, how dare you provoke your grandpa!"

At the same time, Zhao Chu's figure also appeared behind the eleventh prince's soul.

At this moment, the eleventh prince felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Not dead?

The soul that I took away from me is not dead?

Still alive?

How is this possible?

This kind of situation has never happened in the history of the Leaf Ghost Clan.

"Damn it, the soul of the weak does not deserve to live!"

Out of instinct, the eleventh prince wanted to destroy Zhao Chu's soul.

pity.

The confrontation with the Ghost Emperor Tree just now had exhausted all the strength of the eleventh prince.

He could only roar weakly.
To be continued...