The moment the pure aura of death and decay touched Taotie's brow, it actually brought with it an extremely cold and righteous aura.
The piece of flesh that Taotie had come into contact with the aura of death had become wrinkled and shriveled like a dead branch.
Under the reflection of the road of reincarnation of time, although the blade has not yet reached, the aging and stripes have already meandered down along the bridge of Taotie's nose, gradually covering half of his face.
Time became extremely precious at this moment. In just a blink of an eye, it seemed to be divided into 3,600 parts. Every time that passed meant that Leon Luo's blade moved down one inch, and also witnessed the Taotie's face twisting a little.
Almost at the moment when Leon Luo's sword energy cut Taotie's face, which was as dry as dead tree bark, Hua Yanwang raised his eyebrows and his expression suddenly brightened!
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