Chapter 800 Too Reluctant

"No!"

Only when he faced this sword directly did Otsutsuki realize how powerful this sword was.

After the five-headed monsters fought against each other, they only lasted for a second before being cut off in half.

The strong wind was raging, the sword energy was overflowing, and it had supreme power. The five behemoths were instantly torn into powder and dispersed.

Time and space seemed to be torn apart, and there was a momentary pause.

The earth was as fragile as tofu, and a huge, bottomless canyon crack was torn open, which was so deep that it was shocking.

Otsutsuki Momoshiki felt as if she had entered the ocean of sword energy, and her soul was about to be torn in half.

The terrifying sword intent was like a small knife, constantly cutting his body. His defense had no effect, and blood kept splattering.

Every stab would leave indelible horrific injuries on his body.

The surrounding land is also covered with countless huge sword marks, as if the gods practiced swords here, leaving behind traces that can be called miracles.

"I...I'm not...willing...that I would be...defeated by...you...a...person from the lower world...!"

Otsutsuki Momoshiki fell heavily to the ground like a dilapidated corpse, with blood all over his body and his breath was dying, as if he would not live long.

The meridians all over his body were broken, his flesh was torn, and his chakra was completely exhausted. He was now a useless person.

But Natsume Yang knew that with the body of an immortal, he could not die so easily.

"Ahem!"

"Whoa!"

Xia Muyang was seriously injured and fell to his knees, panting.

He didn't expect that this move would consume so much chakra. The move just now actually consumed 70% of his chakra.

You know, even the ice beast technique only requires 10%.

More importantly, between him and Otsutsuki Momoshiki, the result was that they inflicted one thousand wounds on the enemy and eight hundred on themselves.

Otsutsuki Momoshiki has lost his fighting power, and Natsume Yo only has a little strength left to resist.

"Immortal seal!"

Natsume Yang stood up tremblingly, clasped his hands together, and the majestic chakra surged out, turning into a huge three-star formation.

The array pattern suddenly shone brightly, exuding an extremely depressing aura, and even the space seemed to have solidified, becoming a bit muddy, making people feel trapped.

"Natsume Yang, don't be complacent. I will come back a hundred years later. By then, I will see how you can fight against me in your old age, hahaha!"

Otsutsuki Momoshiki made a proud sound, and then her voice fell silent as the seal formed.

There is a saying that Otsutsuki Momoshiki was not right. A hundred years later, Natsume Haru will only become stronger and stronger.

At that time, Xia Muyang wanted to seal him, and it was a matter of hands.

Of course, he was not wrong to think this way. After all, even someone as strong as the Immortal of Six Paths could not withstand the invasion of time and eventually died of old age.

But Natsume Yang is different. He has a system and has much stronger vitality than ordinary people.

After the seal was completed, a circular building appeared in the place of the seal, exuding a depressing atmosphere and keeping strangers away.

"Whoa!"

Xia Muyang suddenly fell to his knees, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face instantly became very pale.

The combination of nine swords into one is still a bit too forced for him at this stage.

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

"Ho!"

King Natsume took a long breath, endured the weakness and pain all over his body, and stood up: "It's still too much!"

"However, we can probably calm them down for a while!"