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"Hey... I say, are you guys crazy? You're trying to brag about your own background..."

Jonathan spread his hands, tilted his head and looked at Meng Po strangely, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, this so-called Forgotten Water is probably similar to the Senzu Beans in Dragon Ball, both of which are "holy medicines" that can instantly restore people to their peak state.

However, it seems that this Meng Po really has some problems with her brain.

Chinese people believe in not showing off one's wealth, but this idiot just revealed all his cards.

At the same time, Jonathan's second punch came out with even more terrifying energy, breaking Meng Po's bones again.

Don't forget that this is Jonathan's domain of rules. Any "thoughts" and "actions" implemented by the enemy will be reshaped by the concept of cause and effect, so that the form complements the shape.

So, when Meng Po wanted to continue using the water of Wangchuan to reassemble and heal herself, she felt that her connection with the water of Wangchuan was being cut off bit by bit.

"Are you interfering with the power of the Lethe River?"

"Big sister...you've explained the reason to me. I'm not stupid, so of course I'll target you..."

Jonathan gave a nasty smile.

"Cut off your connection with the water of the Forgotten River, and your immortal bones will lose the source of their reconstruction."

Then came the third punch, and the fourth punch, each of which carried a power that shook the entire space.

The golden energy continued to evaporate the water of the Forgotten River, and Meng Po's reorganization speed became slower and slower.

The immortal bones that Meng Po was proud of began to show signs of decay after losing the nourishment of the water of the Forgotten River.

"Impossible...this is impossible!"

Meng Po frantically called for more water from the Wangchuan River, but as soon as the water appeared, it was blocked by the golden energy and could not penetrate the skeleton even a little bit.

"No....."

Before she could finish her words, Jonathan's fifth punch had already hit the immortal bone that she had just reconstructed.

Golden energy flowed between the bone fragments, imprisoning them firmly.

As time went on, Meng Po's reorganization speed became slower and slower, and the repair that used to be completed in an instant now took several seconds.

The immortal bones that she was so proud of began to show signs of decay after losing the nourishment of the water of the Forgotten River.

The originally crystal clear bone turned gray and fine cracks appeared on the surface.

Seeing that she was about to be defeated, Meng Po felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Her immortal body, which she was proud of, was being disintegrated step by step by the opponent.

At this critical moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Meng Po's eyes.

As a practitioner of the Kunlun "Zang" generation, she not only cultivates her body but also her soul, and has long mastered a special means of preserving her life.

Even if her body is destroyed, she can survive in soul form for a considerable period of time.

As long as he found a suitable body, he could continue practicing without any loss.

This is her last trump card and also her most sinister move.

Thinking of this, Meng Po began to frantically gather all the Nine Nether Cold Energy in her body to her chest.

The cold air flowed through her broken frame, the temperature dropped sharply, and even the air began to condense into tiny ice crystals.

This cold air is different from ordinary low temperatures. It is an extremely cold force that acts directly on the soul level and can freeze people's spiritual will.

The temperature around suddenly dropped, and a thick layer of frost formed on the ground, appearing a strange black color.

This is the characteristic of the Nine Netherworld cold air, which can not only freeze matter, but also corrode the soul.

Even the water vapor in the air condensed into black ice crystals, sparkling eerily under the moonlight.

At this time, Jonathan, who had a strong sense of perception, realized that something was wrong, and a bone-chilling chill penetrated directly into the depths of his soul.

It feels like the entire soul is immersed in ice water, and every thought becomes difficult.

His consciousness began to become blurred, as if countless tiny ice needles were pricking his spirit.

"This damn old lady... is really difficult to deal with..."

【Hold your breath and concentrate】

Hey?

You didn't expect it...your father still has this ability. Although he hasn't used it for a long time, it's still above standard...

A warm current suddenly flowed through his body, wrapping his mind and soul layer by layer, forming a solid protective barrier.

The warm energy flow dispelled the chill and made his consciousness clear again.

"boom--!"

With a deafening explosion, Meng Po's skeleton was completely shattered.

The pitch-black cold air and white bone fragments flew everywhere, forming a strange picture in the air.

The shock wave from the explosion swept across the battlefield, clearing away all the snow on the ground and revealing the cracked earth underneath.

However, when these fragments with great destructive power came into contact with Jonathan's rule field, they were dissolved by the golden energy, like snowflakes falling into a furnace, instantly vaporizing and dissipating.

Although the explosion was loud, the actual damage it caused was minimal.

Just when Jonathan thought the battle was over, a faint shadow floated out from the center of the explosion.

That was the soul form of Meng Po. Although she looked a little weak, she was somewhat proud.

Her soul form took on a translucent state, floating in the wind like a mist that was about to dissipate.

"You evil creature, do you think this is the end?"

Meng Po's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of eeriness.

"You bastard! When I return to the mountain to report to the Jade Emperor, I will summon all the immortals from Kunlun...

First I will cut off your limbs, then dig out your heart veins, and let your soul go through 9981 days of torture without any relief.

When your body and soul are destroyed, I will send your soul into the animal realm, where you will reincarnate as a pig or dog for eternity, and you will never be reborn as a human again!"

Jonathan couldn't help laughing when he heard Meng Po's threat.

"You old woman, have you eaten shit and ruined your brain? Do you think you can escape by turning into a spirit?"

I don’t have any other strengths, just one word: “comprehensive”.

In the moonlight, Jonathan's figure began to distort and deform, as if being torn apart by some invisible force.

The next moment, the atmosphere of the entire space suddenly changed.

[Fear Form]

【Twisted Panic】

In an instant, his existence seemed to be wiped out from this world.

It did not disappear, but was transformed into a conceptual entity that cannot be described in words.

He became the embodiment of "fear" itself, a terrifying existence that wandered between reality and illusion.

Meng Po's soul form trembled violently in the air.

She saw a scene that made her feel horrified:

She saw herself being thrown into the endless hell, being torn apart by billions of resentful souls, each of which was a dead person whose memory she had once erased with the water of the Forgotten River.

With overwhelming hatred, they used their sharp claws and teeth to peel off the essence of her soul bit by bit.

After being torn and peeled off, thousands of dead souls rushed towards her with tremendous resentment, and the cycle continued.

"what!!!"

Meng Po let out a shrill scream.

Her soul began to disintegrate in this extreme fear, like a piece of paper corroded by sulfuric acid, melting into the void bit by bit.

Those illusions pierced into the depths of her soul like steel needles. Every scene was destroying her will, and every scene was disintegrating her essence.

This is no longer a simple fear, but a despair and terror that goes straight to the essence of the soul.

"I……"

Meng Po wanted to say something, but her soul had already begun to collapse. The essence of her soul, condensed by countless years of practice, completely disintegrated under the erosion of extreme fear.

The soul also turned into starlight and dissipated in the night sky, leaving only the scream before death echoing in the empty battlefield for a long time.