The Hundred Flames Burning Heaven Formation was destroyed, and the vitality of hundreds of demon disciples was seriously injured. Even the three evil spirits of Hell were also damaged in strength. Counting the two times in the Netherworld Fantasy, the third one was so unsuccessful that Mi Yangyantian almost exploded with anger.
After losing his lungs, he sacrificed the Doomsday Shenhua Zhanjian and rushed towards Fahai together with the three evil spirits of Hell.
"Fa Hai, I must make you support yourself, I must make your life worse than death, I must let you..."
"So much nonsense, it seems that all the roots you eat are growing on your tongue, look at it!"
Standing proudly on the Dragon Transformation Pond, Fahai clasped his hands together, and the Pure Yang Pearl turned into the Heavenly Dragon of Death and faced one of the Three Fiends of Hell. With a flick of the sky, the twin dragons of thunder and fire jumped out of the pond, with dragon claws flying and dragon breath puffing out.
Go straight to the remaining two evil spirits.
"The auspicious light without stains, the great sun breaks through all the darkness. It can subdue the devil's fire, and illuminate the world with universal brightness~"
After the three dragons stopped the three evil spirits whose strength was compromised, Fahai swallowed another heavenly elixir, and the auspicious skylight reappeared. His figure was shrouded in the corona of Buddha's light and faced the sun without giving up. His awe-inspiring meaning unfolded, and the poem
From where the sound originated, every move was blended into the rhythm of the Sanskrit sound. For a moment, the Brahma lights and demonic shadows flew together, and they were evenly matched with Yang Yantian who was holding the Doomsday Divine Flower.
At the same time, Fa Hai did not forget to use his full power, commanding the giant dragon-changing pool at his feet from a distance and heading straight for the demon disciples who were severely injured in all directions.
The Hualong Pond was formed by Lord Fire Dragon giving up his near-immortal energy, and was refined by eight kinds of spirits of the third grade and eight divisions. Its strength is not inferior to any magic weapon in the world. Under the control of Fahai's thoughts, it only needs to be dashed away.
It's enough to make the demons' blood splatter on the battlefield.
What's more, this Hualong Pond is different from other high-grade magic weapons. It is Fahai's natal relic, just like a part of Fahai's body. It is not only easy to control, but also consumes very little spiritual power. At this moment, Huahai
The power of Longchi is fully displayed, crushing and bleeding all the way.
Although Fahai was using all his power at this time, he also kept an eye on it and did not summon the super thug Minglong, always on guard against the middle-aged monk who had not yet taken action.
"Boy, I still underestimate you. Although your level is low, you are strong, and you are qualified to die in my hands. My son, I also want this son's relic. If you agree, I will help you capture it now.
This son."
The scene was already filled with blood and rain, but the middle-aged monk was still bargaining with the old god, as if he didn't care about the life and death of the demon disciples at all.
At this time, Yang Yantian, who was fighting, almost rolled his eyes in anger, and shouted angrily, "Uncle Eleven, except for his life, everything is yours!"
"Okay! Boy, being able to let me Bury the Sun, Greedy Langyang, and catch me personally is a blessing you earned in your previous life~"
The contented middle-aged monk smiled sinisterly when he heard this, and his figure suddenly blurred for a while. When he reappeared, he was clearly outside the Buddha's halo behind Fahai.
The transformation of yin and yang is arbitrary, and the alternation of reality and reality is feasible. This ability to shuttle through the void and move instantly is the magical power possessed by Taoist monks above the fifth-grade Nascent Soul realm.
"Boy, feel for yourself the huge difference in strength between the fourth and eighth grades~"
Burying Sun Greedy Langyang laughed proudly and stretched out his white palm, completely ignoring the auspicious light of heaven protecting Fahai's body, and casually grabbed Fahai's neck.
As soon as Yang Suiyu came close to him, Fahai, who was very alert, suddenly became vigilant. As soon as he instinctively pointed out, he wanted to use the lightning escape method to shoot out. However, even though Fahai reacted like lightning, he was not faster than Yang.
With a casual grab, Suiyu's big white hand had already passed through the auspicious skylight and faintly touched Fahai's neck before the Nianjian was shot out.
The speed of this hand was so fast that Fahai didn't even have time to call out the Dark Dragon. However, just as Fahai was screaming at his miscalculation and closing his eyes to be captured, a cold sword light shot out from the void like a visitor from outside.
, struck first, and stabbed Yang Suiyu's wrist the moment before his finger touched Fa Hai.
"Eh?!"
Yang Suiyu immediately shrank his hands in shock and no longer cared about capturing Fa Hai. His body turned around and he looked towards the distant sky with a solemn face.
"The Moon Worship Cult, Leng Feng!?"
At this time, Fahai and Yang Yantian heard the sound and stopped fighting. They both raised their heads and looked at these uninvited guests.
"The power of the gods is revealed in the ninth heaven, and a bright moon illuminates the universe~"
Following the faint cold chanting, a dark cloud covering the sky flew from the sky, turned into streams of light and flew towards it. At the head was a beautiful figure with a cold and noble face, none other than Jun Xiyue, the princess of the Moon Worship Sect.
Flying behind Jun Xiyue were the Seventy-Two Palm Orders of the Southern Banner of the Moon Worship Sect, as well as two middle-aged monks, a man and a woman.
Among them, the female cultivator has a plump figure and a Qiaoqiao smile. She is Jin Qiaoqiao, whom Fahai has seen before. The other male cultivator is covered in black clothes, tightly wrapped, and his expression is as cold as an unsheathed blade.
It must be the cold storage front mentioned by Yang Suiyu.
"Jun Xiyue, what kind of muddy waters are you trying to get into?"
Seeing that it was Jun Xiyue's men who were going to be his fiancée who rescued Fa Hai, Yang Yantian's nose was almost crooked with anger, and he couldn't help but act like his future fiancé and scolded him angrily.
Unexpectedly, Jun Xiyue did not have the consciousness to become his fiancée, so she said coldly, "Yang Yantian, this little bald donkey is mine. This princess has many accounts to settle with him. If you capture him, I will
Who should I go to for payment?"
"So you ordered Leng Feng to attack Uncle Eleven? Jun Xiyue, my father will propose marriage to your grandfather soon. The Sun Burial God Sect and the Moon Worship God Sect will become a family in the future and jointly assist the Holy Lord. Don't forget your
position!"
Looking at the furious Yang Yantian, Jun Xiyue smiled disdainfully and bowed her head with determination, "My position is that I will kill whoever wants to kill him. Besides, do you think that I, the dignified princess of the Moon Worship Sect, will stoop down?"
Marry a eunuch?"
"You..." Yang Yantian almost spit out blood.
While Yang Yantian and Jun Xiyue were exchanging words without giving in, Fa Hai, who was lucky enough to escape the disaster, had no awareness of being the center of attention. He just stood there silently and reflected on his miscalculation.
On the other hand, he commanded the twin dragons of thunder and fire from a distance, and the Heavenly Dragon of Destruction and the Dragon Transformation Relic continued to slaughter Yang Shantian's men.
"Hey, as expected, you can't underestimate the enemy in the slightest when facing a master. A single oversight will lead to a life worse than death. It's all over. This is experience. It's an experience you can never understand unless you experience it yourself."
"This habit of not showing my trump card until the critical moment is both my strength and my weakness."
"Since we can't make an exhaustive strategy, we need to use a certain amount of strength to complete it. What's more, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how good the strategy is, it is often difficult to have a chance to use it..."
Yang Yantian, who was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, accidentally looked back and discovered to his surprise that the culprit who provoked the dispute between their "husband and wife" was the old god wandering around in the sky like a normal person, while the rest of his men had been killed.
Not many, even the three evil spirits as powerful as the Hell Fire seemed to be finished at any moment. Suddenly they couldn't bear it anymore. With a horizontal stroke of the Doomsday Divine Flower in their hands, they pointed at the people of the Moon Worship Sect from a distance, and looked up to the sky and shouted domineeringly.
"Jun Xiyue, I don't believe you dare to touch me today. Uncle Eleven, capture Fa Hai immediately!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)