The devil's eyes were like two huge lanterns, shooting out bloody beams of light, locking on Zhuo Yifan, crossing a hundred miles in one step, and slashed him off with a single blow.
Zhuo Yifan's heart froze, this sword was really terrifying, far beyond the limit of Dongfang Xiaoliang's ability, and comparable to a strike from a real Mahayana master.
"Let me see the difference between myself and the real Mahayana masters!"
Zhuo Yifan made up his mind and his fighting spirit soared.
He took one step forward, and the sword and man merged into one, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the Demon King!
One thought breaks the boundary!
Indestructible!
"This is my barrier, I have the final say!"
The demon king roared angrily, and the hundred-foot demon sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo. The surrounding void collapsed one after another, trying to swallow Zhuo Yifan.
Zhuo Yifan is fearless. All he needs to break through the world is a firm and fearless heart. No matter what lies ahead, no matter how dangerous or powerful it is, it must be destroyed and broken!
boom!
A huge depression suddenly appeared on the magic knife. In the depression, the flames took on a terrifying color, forming a whirlpool that continued to penetrate deeper.
"It's stupid to throw yourself into a trap!"
The Demon King shouted loudly, his huge arm shook, and the demonic energy roared from the sky, covering the vortex.
boom!
However, a thought finally broke out, and the powerful sprint force directly tore the magic knife apart, and Zhuo Yifan penetrated through the magic knife with his sword.
He let out a clear roar, and the blood spirit thorn flew out of his hand, and instantly expanded into a ten-foot-long sword. The flames rolled and it was inserted directly into his chest.
Pfft, pfft!
The demonic energy melted away like snow in the scorching sun, and soon a huge hole was formed.
"Damn it!" The Demon King was furious. He grabbed Zhuo Yifan with lightning speed with his giant hand, and then squeezed him hard.
Zhuo Yifan's body flashed nimbly and flew out from the Demon King's fingers at the critical moment.
The Demon King was furious, opened his mouth suddenly, and sprayed out a storm of energy, which rolled up Zhuo Yifan, blew him hundreds of miles away, and hit the ground with a bang.
The river of blood surged, and suddenly countless bone-white claws stretched out, grabbing Zhuo Yifan tightly.
Zhuo Yifan was shocked and struggled hard, but his claws became more and more powerful and he was not afraid even though he was burned.
In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yifan's body was firmly pressed into the bloody water by sharp claws.
"Hahaha, Zhuo Yifan, you finally fell into the trap!"
The Demon King stepped in front of Zhuo Yifan in one step. Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was grabbed by countless sharp claws and unable to move, and the flame aura on his body became weaker and weaker, he laughed happily.
"Dongfang Xiaoliang, what a good trick. I didn't expect you to set a trap here. It was my miscalculation this time." Zhuo Yifan said helplessly.
"Your strength has been almost exhausted. How is it possible to compete with the entire formation? Your fire spirit energy is almost exhausted. When the time comes, the barrier will absorb your flesh and blood, and your soul will become the magic sword.
One of the millions of souls will be enslaved by me forever. What do you think of this ending?"
The Demon King looked down at Zhuo Yifan and his voice was like a loud bell.
"At this point, don't you dare to really face me? But I understand you. You should be afraid of me, because even if I only have 10% of my strength, I can easily kill you!" Zhuo Yifan disdainfully
He said, his body constantly struggling, trying to break away from the attraction of the bloody earth.
But what this bloody earth is connected to is the "Yin-Yang Formation that Changes the World and the Earth", which is the magic tower. The magic tower extracts and transforms thousands of miles of spiritual energy. It is so huge that no one can fight against such a huge energy alone, at least not until the Mahayana stage.
Zhuo Yifan's aura became weaker and weaker, and the Demon King did not attack again, but admired everything with great interest.
Zhuo Yifan's aura was already as weak as that of an ordinary demon, and the flames on his body could only maintain the state of his armor.
Countless white bone tentacles grew out of the bloody earth, hugging him tightly, as if they were bound by the earth.
The giant demon king began to shrink rapidly, and an evil young man wearing black armor walked out of the heart, it was Dongfang Xiaoliang.
Dongfang Xiaoliang's expression at this moment was not to mention how arrogant he was. He looked at Zhuo Yifan and smiled very happily: "Zhuo Yifan, the 28th generation of the Immortal Spirit Sect master, you finally fell into my hands. Now, you say I should
In what way will I torture you?"
"Coward, do you finally dare to show your face now? Let me go if you dare, and we will fight to the death." Seeing Dongfang Xiaoliang, the anger in Zhuo Yifan's eyes seemed to be even more intense than the fire on his body.
Dongfang Xiaoliang knelt down, looked at Zhuo Yifan with contempt and said: "You dare to yell at me when you are about to die. I can see that you really don't know how to write the word "death"."
He punched Zhuo Yifan hard in the abdomen, causing Zhuo Yifan to scream in agony.
"How about it, have fun! This is just the beginning. Now let's relive the long-lost feeling of fisting to the flesh!"
Dongfang Xiaoliang seemed to have found a fun toy and punched Zhuo Yifan.
"That's not necessarily the case, Dongfang Xiaoliang. It's not certain who will have the last laugh." Zhuo Yifan suddenly flashed an evil smile in his eyes. He looked at Dongfang Xiaoliang, as if he had finally seen the person who had fallen into the trap.
prey.
"Liejiao, what are you waiting for!" Zhuo Yifan suddenly struggled violently and roared loudly.
"Humph, why are you shouting so loudly? People have very sensitive ears!"
A charming voice sounded, and then, a burst of fire suddenly burst out from Zhuo Yifan, like fireworks, exploding in all directions with Zhuo Yifan as the center.
"Damn it, you actually have a helper." Dongfang Xiaoliang cursed and retreated in a hurry. No matter what kind of spiritual fire, it can cause certain damage to the demons, not to mention Liejiao's sudden burst of power is so powerful, it brings
He had a horrible feeling.
"I want to leave, but I'm dreaming! Cooperate with my sister and let her complete the boss's first business!" Lie Jiaojiao smiled, and the flames turned into a huge mouth with a roar, and swallowed Dongfang Xiaoliang in one bite.
"Zhuo Yifan, you insidious villain, even if you use tricks, you can't even think of harming me." Dongfang Xiaoliang burst out laughing. Covered in flames, he didn't even dodge, as if he was on a pilgrimage.
He even opened his arms: "This is just part of my consciousness. It's impossible for you to find the real me."
"Of course I know that this is just a clone formed by part of your consciousness, so I have no intention of dealing with your clone with all my strength." Zhuo Yifan's voice rang out, and a blazing flame suddenly burst out from his body. This real fire
It was so powerful that it was simply beyond imagination. In just an instant, the white bone claws tightly wrapped around his body turned into ashes.
But Zhuo Yifan's body flashed strangely, and he actually penetrated directly into the bloody earth.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the whole earth exploded. Zhuo Yifan's body rose into the sky from the bloody earth. He was also holding a person in his hand. The person kept letting out shrill screams under the calcining of the fire spirit's true energy.
Voice.
It’s Dongfang Xiaoliang!
"Sorry everyone, I have a high fever today. I don't know if I have a cold. I feel drowsy just sitting in front of the computer, so the update is slow. Please forgive me."