Chapter 87 The Red Sun Demon King is finally killed to gain fame for his practice

The red clouds are flying.

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The red earth fire kept gushing out, splashing like blood, mixed with Fang Longye's golden sun true fire, and was as gorgeous as molten gold flowing.

The earth fire is different from the magic fire controlled by the monks, and requires magic power to maintain. When the earth fire comes together, it will have an endless supply. If no one is to imprison it, it will continue to pour out.

As Fang Longye fought with the Red Sun Demon King, his legs became more and more intense as they entered a scorched state.

The ground fire that had been gushing out became more and more intense, and continued to pour in all directions.

The rocks melted, and the droplets gathered into streams of magma. The streams formed rivers, the rivers formed lakes, and the lakes turned into seas.

After half an hour, the red glow flew hundreds of thousands of miles away from the mountain and quickly turned into a sea of ​​magma.

It's not that the other demons and immortals in Zhou Za don't want to be suppressed, but the key is that King Chiyang is the strongest person in that area.

Those with the highest level of cultivation among the demon immortals could not even withstand a direct blow when faced with some ordinary true immortals. When faced with figures respected among true immortals such as Fang Longye and King Chiyang, they could not even withstand a frontal blow.

Where is the power to suppress the spread of the earth fire?

As the flames soared, Fang Longye missed the enemy and secretly lamented that his training time was too short. He seemed to have many magical powers and many legs, but most of them were not proficient.

Including Lingbao, there are quite a few high-grade Lingbao and mid-grade Lingbao, but there are only a few that are completely refined.

When you are free, you have to go back to the small world and rely on the difference in time flow to make up for the shortcomings accumulated over the years.

As time passed, and as the fight continued, the two gradually moved out of the underground and appeared in the sea of ​​lava and fire outside.

Fang Longye is no longer in the Golden Crow form. When he was in that state before, he could show off his legs and intimidate the enemy's legs. The most suitable fighting form for him is the Dharmakaya with the body of a dragon head.

They saw that he was at full strength, tens of thousands of feet tall, and the shadow of a five-color treasure tree tens of thousands of feet high was hanging high behind him, extracting endless five elements of spiritual energy, and the five-color light needles were scattered.

The two qi of yin and yang circulated around Zhou Zai, and were extremely sharp, constantly cutting vertically against the golden crow made by King Chiyang with the help of Taoist soldiers and Chen Tong.

Occasionally, he was attacked by the ruthless legs of King Chiyang, which were counteracted by the indestructible power of Vajra. There were some legs that exceeded the current defense limit of the indestructible power of Vajra, and there were also legs that were reborn with blood to make up for it.

Blood splashed, scales fell off, and flew back immediately, healing instantly. It was as if he had never been injured.

Calling for wind and rain, Fang Longye used his legs more and more smoothly. With a thought, it was like the sky cracked and the Milky Way collapsed. The weak water from the Nine Heavens was continuously drawn from an unknown space, and went away with other attacks.

The King of Chiyang drew out the endless earth fire and gathered it into red lotus blossoms, clusters of dense golden and red flowers, interlocking with each other.

The fire lotus embraces each other, communicates with each other, is strong and soft, and is indestructible. It is constantly eliminated and regenerated.

As the two fight against each other, the sea of ​​earth and fire that was originally created because of them has been reduced and shrunk.

As the underground fire receded, the magma in Yudong cooled, and pieces of volcanic rocks were paved. The evil spirit of the underground fire outside did not dissipate for a long time, and it was bound to remain barren and barren for a long time.

"Is that guy a monster from some dragon palace? He has strong magic power and is very pure. Sure enough, in some aspects, with the advantages accumulated over the years, as long as there are enough resources, you can still make up for it easily."

King Chiyang cursed in his heart that the good fortune he had worked so hard to obtain was nothing but nonsense in the face of his background.

Fang Long was secretly happy in his ambition. As expected, it was just as he had guessed. As time went by, the originally seemingly substantial Golden Crow gradually dimmed and appeared as a phantom.

A big move is a big move, if it can last forever, what kind of big move is it?

That red-feathered bird can hardly survive.

The in-class Lingbao Dragon Chanting Bell, which has never been fully used, is just the right time~

Taking advantage of his daze, he immediately secretly activated the Dragon Roaring Bell that refined the nine sacred taboos.

clang, clang, clang,

Intertwined with bursts of dragon chants, like morning bells and evening drums, layers of sound wheels emerged, intertwined with each other, each with its own mystery, gathering into a mysterious power, falling towards the Red Sun King.

A vast blue ocean emerged behind him, filling the sky and the earth, and the bright moon hung high, covering the surrounding areas.

A crystal clear blue pearl, spreading the clear brilliance of the east, matched with the display of that magical power.

A world that seemed both virtual and real, like a dream and an illusion, unfolded, and a gentle halo of light stroked it, pulling the temporarily absent-minded King Chiyang into it.

Both of them disappeared, leaving only the sea of ​​fire in the sky, a vast ocean world that seemed like a dream and an illusion, and seemed both virtual and real.

…

Wow~

The blue ocean is vast and boundless, with undulating waves and constant waves.

King Chiyang, who was secretly attacked by the Longyin Bell, came to his senses in an instant, only to find that he appeared in a vast blue sea.

The rippling water in Zudong naturally condenses into haloes of different sizes. There are various strange patterns in them, and there is a unique Taoist charm. The sound of roaring waves can be heard when it moves slightly.

The moonlight shines in the east and falls on the body. There is an indescribable restraint, and it immediately circulates throughout the body to get rid of the power that invades the outside of the body.

Scan the entire space and look carefully, you will see countless haloes gathered together. The patterns collide, the yin and yang are outlined, and the derived hexagrams are as vast as the starry sky, and the bottom is invisible.

Empty and wonderful, wonderful and mysterious.

Like a dream, like an illusion, like a virtual reality.

Looking at Fang Longye emerging in the void, he still maintained the form of the Qianzhang Golden Crow and asked: "Illusion world?"

"The Demon King is so knowledgeable!"

Thousands of divine dragons appeared out of thin air in the water and sky, flying and swimming, baring their teeth and claws towards him.

The moonlight fell and turned into thousands of moonlight gods. They formed a team of twelve, wearing armor and holding weapons on their legs, and they mistakenly revealed their murderous intentions.

Fang Longye held up the Dragon Bell and pressed it to the east, "Have a good trip, Demon King!"

The "Golden Crow" chirps and spreads its wings. Thousands of bright flames rise around Zai. With a desperate momentum, it flies towards Zai and kills everyone.

The two collided, causing a blazing light to cover up everything...

for a long time.

The vast ocean exists.

Fang Longye walked away, coughing up blood, and swallowed a crystal clear lotus seed. Incomparable pure power poured into his body, and his injuries quickly improved.

Standing in the clear light of Qingyun, an exquisite heart with seven orifices spits out divine flowers. Thousands of seal characters are flying, and Taoist rhymes are flowing, flowing towards the soul. Endless insights are clustered, turned into bits and pieces, enriching his heritage.

After the colorful haze faded away, Fang Longye opened his eyes, his divine light shining through.

"Sure enough, the deathbed counterattack of a monk who is on the verge of the Golden Immortal Realm should not be underestimated."

Then he smiled and said, "Is it because he wants to ask Liu Dong for a little bit of his life, so that he can use all his creations for his own use, otherwise he won't be hurt."

He stretched out his legs and touched the green lotus pattern between his eyebrows, and sighed: "I don't know when the pure lotus magical power will be able to absorb the creation of dead things, and is not limited to living creatures."

Rather than incarnate without incarnation, he would rather use that magical power to refine the function of the incarnation in exchange for the increased ability to absorb the creation of all things.

Now, that magical power can be used on living creatures. Although it is already very powerful, it still has many inconveniences.

As for why he didn't refine the Chiyang King into an incarnation, it really didn't have much effect.

King Chiyang has already reached the level of perfect immortality, and there is no room for improvement. As for pretending to be his identity, there are too many people in Beiju Luzhou who can see through it, so it is meaningless.

What's more, Fang Longye needs the death of King Chiyang more than him alive to promote his fame, so as to pave the way for his future plans for the city.

No one would be so naive as to think that just opening up a small market can be successful, right?

Is there a demand for reputation in the open market? There are many demon shops in Luzhou, Beiju. If they are not famous, where will I get the customers?

What fame?

Just deny the reputation of the many rare treasures in my legs.

And that fame is the most direct and effective way to prove my strength.

In that world, strength is everything.

As long as I have the strength, I will be able to collect a lot of treasures in my legs.

Who would believe it if you just rely on yourself to brag about your great power and wealth?

People will believe that there will be no shortage of treasures in the legs of a strong person. Because if I am strong enough, I can collect enough treasures just by robbing.

Just relying on the demon kings around Cangwu Mountain who know their own strength cannot support the transformation of a small city, nor can they satisfy Fang Longye's needs.

Because they were too close, couldn't Fang Longye send his leg to search for the treasures that the Demon King could collect?

He needs not only high-level treasures, but low-level treasures are also useful to him.

In addition to being able to replenish quantity, you can use the golden leg fingers to exchange for higher-level treasures without suffering any losses. You can also obtain rewards from the world when trading different resources from other worlds.

Then more different types of treasures are needed to "increase performance".

In short, whether it is possible to achieve the goal of opening up the market earlier, whether it is necessary to promote one's own reputation.

What's more, just like in the secular world, in the world of spiritual practice, fame is not a kind of power, or it can be said to be a leg that enhances luck.

If you don’t seek to be regarded as immortals, gods, demons or Buddhas, you won’t fight for fame and wealth.

Putting aside those thoughts, he touched all the spiritual treasures of King Chiyang in his legs and smiled happily. He is worthy of being a demon king who dominates the world. His family background is quite strong.

In particular, there is a dojo that has been operating for a long time. There are many treasures left in it, so don't let them go.

The volcano in the east of Didong was not only his Taoist temple, but also Pingyue's place of practice.
To be continued...