In that instant, inspiration struck Luo Bin, and he slashed the Blood Peach Sword straight to his right!
The cord of the Hanging Tortoise Mirror spun, pulling the mirror toward his back!
But it was too slow!
Luo Bin spat out a great mouthful of blood.
He felt as though his spine had nearly snapped from the impact!
That was only the beginning.
A sudden, savage blow struck the top of his head!
No, a head had rammed into him!
Yuan Tianshu's head!
Luo Bin's vision went black.
By the time he regained a little clarity,
Yuan Tianshu's Yin Spirit was several meters in front of him, his face dark and brooding.
Only then did he realize that his grip on the Thunderstruck Blood Peach Sword had loosened. The blade lodged in the mouth of Yuan Tianshu's original body had slipped at least halfway out!
"What exactly do you have on you?"
Yuan Tianshu's voice was viciously cold.
Panting heavily, Luo Bin clenched the sword and shoved it back in!
"I told you. Why don't you try calculating it?"
Luo Bin's voice was terribly hoarse, and a trace of ferocity filled his eyes. His thoughts were still racing as he searched for a way out of this predicament!
There was a flower garden near the summit of Headless General Mountain.
That night, under the moonlight, not a single flower bloomed in the garden.
Whenever the Emotion Flower Fruit ripened and was harvested, the flowers withered and fell.
It took time for the flowers to absorb enough negative emotions before they could grow again.
Diagonally below the summit was an extremely secluded spot. Numerous wooden sticks and stones stood on the ground, with many talismans scattered among them.
Mao Yousan sat casually on the ground, holding a small, transparent crystal bottle.