When Fang Jie saw Yang Jian, Yang Jian was squatting on top of a coffin like a bloodthirsty and hungry beast, holding a corpse in his hand that was still sitting cross-legged, he tilted his head and bit the neck of the corpse, A lot of blood flowed down the neck of the corpse, but Yang Jian looked at Fang Jie with complicated eyes.
Be wary and proud.
There are some other things in it, but Fang Xie has no intention to take care of them anymore.
He didn't say another word, took a deep breath and then lifted the Zhaolu Knife, about 30 meters away from Yang Jian, held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed down. Even Fang Jie himself didn't expect that he could make such a knife at this moment. Fang Xie knew that his body had reached its limit, and he felt very helpless and sad when he slashed this knife.
It was just a kind of spiritual fighting spirit that he wanted to chop this knife.
This knife may not be able to hurt Yang Jian who is so far away.
However, after Fang Xie made the knife, he realized that his body had changed suddenly. Extremely exhausted, it must be very difficult for him to stand up again if he falls down at this time. It was in such a situation that he suddenly felt a strange churning feeling in his lower abdomen.
Fang Jie didn't have the time or energy to experience the changes in his lower abdomen, he just felt that this knife was extraordinary.
strength
A power originating from the sea of qi in his lower abdomen.
The saber energy waved from Chaolu Dao, and slashed straight at Yang Jian who was squatting on the coffin.
There was disdain and contempt in Yang Jian's eyes, but when he discovered that there was a strange power in Fang Jie's knife, his eyes immediately changed. He didn't think that Fang Xie still had enough strength at this time, because he had almost reached the point where his fuel was exhausted.
The saber aura came in an instant, and Yang Jian, who was a little careless, was a little late to react. He had no choice but to roll over to one side, and fell to the side in a bit of a panic, but he refused to let go of the corpse he was holding. Speaking of which, Yang Jian didn't even know who the person he was sucking blood was, or his descendants.
He didn't have any feeling for family affection. Relatively speaking, his affection for the corpse in his hand seemed to be more food.
No, it's pure food.
The knife air split the cast coffin, and the knife air that went out in a straight line did not stop, leaving a deep mark on the opposite wall.
"It really opened my eyes."
Yang Jian swallowed the last mouthful of blood, feeling the vitality returning to his body, and his mood became better. He casually threw away the shriveled corpse, never wanting to take a second look.
"From Jiangnan to Chang'an, how much energy is hidden in your body? No wonder I heard that Luo Yao and Dalun Mingwang are very interested in your body, and before they died, they chose to go to you to try to replace the body. I have to say, with your current strength, even I am interested in your body. If I had known earlier, I should have asked Da Zizai how to replace the body... If I knew how to do it, I wouldn’t have to rely on this blood to live .”
"What do you live on, you are also a monster."
Fang Jie strode forward and struck forward again.
Yang Jian swayed a burst of internal energy casually, and the cultivation base of the way of armor was brought into play, and that internal energy formed a solid giant shield in midair.
The saber qi and the giant shield collided together, and the iron-cast giant shield persisted for a while, and then it was wrapped by an icy force. The cold power was so extreme that it instantly froze the inner strength that formed the giant shield, and the saber qi Under the impact, the inner strength was actually shattered! This is a very unbelievable scene, the inner strength was frozen and then shattered
No one would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.
"Fire can burn the inner strength, ice can freeze the inner strength... Fang Jie, what is there in this body of yours? I even want to capture you alive and leave your body behind until I find a replacement body." The method will be used later."
"Just like you sealed up the corpses of your descendants?"
Fang Jie pointed to the shriveled corpse on the ground.
"That's not my idea, it's Wan Xingchen's!"
Yang Jian was angered by Fang Jie's words: "The culprit is Wan Xingchen, not me! Why do you all worship him as a saint, but treat me as a monster?! Everything I have now is caused by Wan Xingchen Yes! If you hate me, you might as well hate him! It was I who mentioned this idea at the beginning, but it was he who implemented it, not me!"
"Master Wan will definitely regret it."
Fang Jie said: "He wants to use such a method to make the devil in your heart feel guilty. He is wrong. He doesn't understand at all that the devil will not feel guilty or blame himself."
When Fang Jie spoke, he slashed out at least a dozen knives.
Yang Jian picks and rolls while talking. Although the blood is not fresh, it is no different from a panacea for his body to restore vitality. At this moment, he could find that powerful feeling again.
It's just that the more he fights like this, the more unfavorable it seems to him.
Because Fang Jie's internal energy can consume his internal energy.
The power of Fang Jie's Qimai can destroy the inner strength of others. That is to say, every time Yang Jian makes a shot, the internal strength consumed cannot be recovered. Fang Xie's fire, Fang Xie's ice, shattered the strength of his cultivation every time he made a move.
"Let's see if you have persisted for a long time, or I have persisted for a long time!"
The enraged Yang Jian pushed his hands forward fiercely, and in front of him, a dense array of armor-piercing cones suddenly appeared in front of him. As he pushed forward with his palm, thousands of armor-piercing cones of internal strength rushed towards Fang Jie like a rainstorm.
Fang Jie's eyes froze sharply.
At this moment, his eyes turned red unconsciously.
Fascinating red.
As his eyes changed color, a golden flame appeared around his body, wrapping him tightly inside. Fang Jie rushed forward a little bit, facing the dense armor-piercing cones without dodging. . The inner strength armor-piercing cone hit the golden flame outside his body, just like raindrops falling on a red iron plate, and quickly disappeared.
The rain is dense, and the hot iron plate will be cooled.
But Fang Jie is not an iron plate after all, the fire is burning the enemy's inner strength wantonly.
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Western Grassland
big snow mountain
Daiwaji Temple
Dalun Mingwang Palace
When the man in white saw what appeared in front of him, there was no fear in his eyes but a sense of relief. He looked at the densely packed crowd standing in the palace of King Dalun Ming, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth. If someone else saw what happened in this hall, he might be frightened and collapsed to the ground, but he seemed to be relieved as if he had found the answer.
for a moment
His eyes turned red.
A bright red that hurts the heart.
Redder than blood.
He didn't know, and Fang Jie didn't know either.
At the same time and different places, when two people faced different enemies, their eyes turned red. The difference is that the man in white knew what the red eyes were and he used them on his own initiative, while Fang Jie, after getting rid of Luo Yao's imprint on his body, the red eyes hadn't appeared for a long time.
If Fang Xie knew, he might know the identity of the man in white right away.
"I always thought you were really a god-like existence, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."
Golden flames churned in the palace of King Dalunming like raging sea waves. Those people in the hall were swallowed by the waves of fire, and many people were burned to ashes before they even had time to resist. The eyes of the man in white were burning, and the hall was also burning. He stepped into the hall and walked through the sea of flames.
"Am I not a god?"
In the depths of the hall, someone answered.
The voice was so resentful, as if it came from deep underground. Although the voice was not cold, it seemed a little strange. There is no emotion in it, and the tone is monotonous, as if it was not uttered by a human being. Although, the voice seemed to reveal some efforts to make the voice have emotion, but obviously he still failed.
"I transformed half the world, am I not a god? Who is? You are? Even you are nothing more than what I have transformed. Do you think you are really the only one in the world? The most, the most, you are just the best thing I have ever made. It’s just one thing that is successful, for more than a thousand years, I haven’t made another one as successful as you.”
The voice seemed to be deliberately trying to use a tone similar to sarcasm, but it was obviously so blunt.
"You ordinary people, don't you always think that there is a god in this world? When you are lucky enough to find that there really is a god, why do you doubt it?"
The voice floated in the sea of flames, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.
The man in white completely ignored the people who rushed towards him in the sea of flames. Those people were like ants in his golden flames.
"These things are really poorly done."
The man in white glanced at the person who fell down beside him, was swallowed by the fire before he could raise his hand to attack, and fell down unwillingly. His face just looked at him and gradually disappeared into the flames. It was a perfect face with not a single blemish to be found.
Big comfortable face.
"These things are terrible when you make them. Although they look exactly the same as Da Zizai, their cultivation is too low. Only by letting this kind of thing go out and fighting people desperately can he gradually improve his cultivation. Bar?"
the man in white asked.
"You are very smart."
The voice said coldly: "If I knew you were so smart at the beginning, I might have changed someone. Dalun Mingwang is more stupid than you and obedient, so I replaced you with him. It's just that I didn't expect you to be so arrogant Such a person would actually cheat King Dalun Ming by pretending to be dead."
The man in white shook his head: "I didn't die because I was lucky."
The people in the hall were completely burned, and there was nothing in front of the man in white.
"But this also just proves that you are not a god."
He suddenly smiled: "If you are a god, why are you hiding here? You already knew that I was still alive, and then you went to kill me. Now I am even doubting that you are not only not a god, you are not even a god at all. People. I want to see more and more clearly what you are."
"I am God! I control half the world!"
The voice finally had some human emotion, it was anger.
"Half the world?"
The man in white laughed loudly: "That's why the Central Plains and the Western Regions are dominated by practitioners, while on the other side of the sea, it is dominated by firearms. I really didn't understand why there are two different worlds in one world before I came here. Development, when I got here, I suddenly understood."
"Perhaps...you are a poor self-deceived worm."
He said.
"Pitiful?"
The voice became more and more angry: "No one can talk to me like this! I witnessed the appearance of man and slowly became the king of all things. You can't even imagine how long I have lived! Firearms...that's just a low-end thing That’s all, what is really powerful is the human body! I thought of these things, I created them! If there is no me, there would be no you, I made you!”
"Yes, it's you."
The man in white said slowly: "But you did this because you are selfish, and you are trying to change something by allowing practitioners to appear. You think this is the ideal world, and the reason why you choose this way may be because you think that The least threat to you. The more you emphasize how powerful you are, the more I feel that you are always resisting something. Since there is resistance, it means that you are afraid."
"I'm afraid?"
The voice was sharp as if it was deliberately raised, but it was still very awkward.
"I have dominated half the world for so many years, what makes me afraid?"
The man in white was silent for a while and then let out a breath: "Death... This is the only answer I can think of. No matter how long you have existed, no matter how powerful you are, this is your fear. What you change is what you fear , Ordinary people are weak, but it is the ordinary people you are afraid of."
He looked into the depths of the hall: "You are very scared."