Fan Wuxi swung his sword and tore the little ghosts to pieces. The sword energy was still not calm, and he rushed straight to Mo Shangcun.
Mo Shangcun laughed wildly, moved his six arms together, grabbed countless little ghosts and threw them at Fan Wushi, each of them transformed into the appearance of Zongzixiao, bloody, mutilated, twisted, and inhuman, they were like The thunder and flint one after another exploded the psychological barrier between the two of them, which was a cruel past that neither of them could face.
The sword energy diverted again, and Fan Wushi quickly shuttled through these illusions, sweeping away the unbearable memory fragments one by one, leaving afterimages in front of his eyes filled with black death energy.
Mo Shangcun, this meaty mountain, stood up from the throne, and walked towards Fan Wuzhen step by step. The six arms grabbed at him at the same time. His movements were not fast and a bit clumsy, but they blocked all of Fan Wuzhen's escape routes. Death is like a huge clam that is closing its two petals, trying to wrap the stray sand in it.
The silver light suddenly appeared, like a shining meteor in the dark cave, passing quickly, but the long tail was a string of blood beads, and Mo Shangcun's arm split a long blood path from the bend of the arm.
Xie Bian hit with a sword, landed on Mo Shangcun's knee, and then used his strength to flick it towards Mo Shangcun's face, Junlan sword went straight to the eyeball in the long slit. There was resentment and hatred in his eyes, murderous aura boiled over, and the spiritual pressure released was filled with monstrous anger. A giant palm slapped down from the top of his head, Xie Bian did not retreat but advanced, the long sword stabbed fiercely at the palm, and this hand also did not dodge or dodge, allowing the Junlan sword to pierce it, and closed five fingers, Grab to Jie Bian.
Jie Bian's body was suddenly engulfed in layers of fat, he bit his finger hard, and quickly drew a flame spell on that palm, just when he was about to be squeezed by the fat, his palm snapped When it caught fire, the palm loosened in pain.
On the other side, Fan Wuxi sacrificed several sword qi, slashed at the meat mountain, and almost hit the ground, but it didn't have any effect. If you compare it to a city wall, this must be the world's number one golden city Tangchi, The sword energy that can destroy gold and iron, when it comes to the soft and thick meat, it can't cut through it, and the thorns can't penetrate deep.
The two of them shuttled back and forth in the mountain of meat, and because their vision was constantly blocked, they got confused several times.
Mo Shangcun gave an order, and all the executioners surrounded them, blocking their way forward and retreating one by one. Mo Shangcun said with a strange smile: "Why don't you use the Heavenly Secret Talisman? As long as you use the Heavenly Secret Talisman, I'm afraid Even I have to listen to you obediently."
Fan Wuxi's pupils were getting darker and darker, the black death energy had already entangled him, his sword was getting harder and faster, and Mo Shangcun's body was already bleeding profusely, but there was no obvious decline.
"Don't be fooled by him." Xie Bian growled, "He did all this to trick you into using the Heavenly Secret Talisman!"
There are so many ghosts in Hell, it is simply Fan Wuzhen's barracks. If he uses the Heavenly Secret Talisman here, it will definitely accelerate the erosion of Yin Qi on Fan Wuzhen. Once he loses control here, Hell may be destroyed. Not only can't Lan Chuihan be rescued, but they may also die in the volcano.
"Your Majesty, since today is the end of Mo Shangcun, why not let me see the legendary ancient treasure." Mo Shangcun's body shook violently, and the ground shook with his feet. The blood waves in the eyes were rippling, and countless stumps and bones floated out of the blood pool for a while, and then disappeared again as the waves subsided. No one knew how deep the blood pool was, and how many evil things were hidden in it, so no one paid attention Suddenly, an inconspicuous white shadow flew out from Mo Shangcun's armpit.
Fan Wuxi said coldly: "You are not worthy of the Heaven's Secret Talisman." He and Xie Bian looked at each other, and suddenly made a strange gesture. Xie Bian was taken aback, and his expression became very complicated. Then he stepped on Mo Shangcun's belly and climbed up. The spiritual pressure injected into Ting Mo had made the silver blade glow with green light, and Zongxuanjian's fierce sword style was released, attacking Mo Shang fiercely. Keep a head as huge as a car.
Jie Bian followed closely behind, kicking up the meat mountain from the other side, seemingly intending to pinch Fan Wushi from left and right, but the sword path suddenly changed course in mid-air, and rushed towards Fan Wushi's back .
Almost at the same moment, a white shadow shot towards Fan Wushi's vest, meeting Xie Bian's sword energy head-on.
With a scream, the white shadow fell, and was caught by Mo Shangcun's arm in time, but the other arm next to it seemed to be run over by a huge guillotine, and it was all bone and flesh. cut off.
With a bang, the arm fell to the ground.
Following the screams, there was a thin, naked man standing on the meat mountain. He was pale, with not a single hair left on his body, and his two protruding eyeballs were blue-gray. Although he was thin, he was covered in tight flesh. , the lines of the muscles are undulating and well-defined, and they feel stiff just by looking at them, and he has six arms.
"Sure enough, this is your real body." Fan Wushi's lips twitched slightly, and he smiled wickedly and surlyly, "You have refined such a spirit body from the immortal bones and spirits that you have eaten for thousands of years, no wonder you are reluctant to leave the Infernal Hell .”
Xie Bian had mixed feelings in his mind. The hand gesture that Fan Wuxi compared to him just now was a secret code between their brothers. Since Gutuo Town was ambushed, they invented many secret codes to cooperate with each other when practicing swords. That hand gesture means "I make bait".
Mo Shangcun clutched a broken arm, and said with a low smile: "I am reluctant to leave the endless hell, not only because I am greedy for daily nourishment, but what I like the most is to torture you who were invincible in life. The ancient god treasure, tore open the enchantment of Fengdu with his own power, and severely injured the emperor of Beiyin, so what about the Demon Lord who almost ruled the two realms of human and ghost, wouldn't he want to cry like a child under this endless torture? Hahahahaha—”
Xie Bian's wrist trembled slightly, and he shook off the blood dripping from the sword, then slowly raised his shoulders and stretched his arms, pointing the blade at Mo Shangcun again.
"My elder brother, he is here." Fan Wuxi said coldly, "Your death time has also come."
The two attacked together, and the two silver blades shot at Mo Shangcun like arrows.
Mo Shangcun's meat shield moved first, and the remaining five arms swept over at the same time.
The melee resumed.
Mo Shangcun's body is light and agile, and at the same time he controls a heavy but powerful meat shield, which appears beside the two of them in surprise attacks and sneak attacks from time to time. With such a perfect offensive and defensive coordination, they can't catch Mo Shangcun for a while.
And Mo Shangcun was not as ready to die as he said, after drawing the two away, he slipped all the way to the Nine Dragons formation under the cover of the meat shield, and fled in the direction of Shimen.
Fan Wuxi sneered, and suddenly held the map of mountains, rivers and communities in his hand. The scroll stretched out, and everything in the cave was clearly visible on it. The stone gate in front of Mo Shangcun was suddenly wiped out, and it was completely connected, with no way out.
Mo Shangcun was stunned for a moment, only to feel the murderous intent surging behind him, when he turned around, Xie Bian's fierce sword energy mixed with spirit pressure ferociously came.
Under the bite of the sword energy, all five of Mo Shangcun's arms were cut off by Qi Gen, and his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. And the mountain of meat with white flowers and muscles behind it also collapsed.
Fan Wuzhen put away the picture of Sheji, Xie Bian put away the sword, the two looked at each other not far away, their chests heaved vigorously, their breath was fluttering, and their hearts were even more chaotic.
The black death energy around Fan Wuxi fluctuated in intensity and fading in and out, and his eyes flickered. He seemed to be suppressing and releasing at the same time.
Xie Bian gasped for breath, and said in a deep voice, "No deterrence, calm down."
Fan Wushi pursed his lips lightly, his eyes struggled a little, the black veins in his eyes still did not recede, but he replied: "Okay."
Mo Shangcun knelt on the ground, bleeding profusely from his body, but he still laughed, sinister and arrogant: "It's really touching, that Maotou who was tortured all day long crying 'Brother, save me' Kid, I am really looking forward to your big brother. What a pity, did he save you? He hates you so much, and wishes you to die, how could he save you? If the Red King hadn't brought you out of the endless hell, you are now It's just a mindless, lonely, wild ghost lurking in the dense forest and swamp of the Nine Nether Thousands of Miles!"
Xie Bian clenched his molars, he wanted to refute, but he couldn't think of a word of rebuttal.
Fan Wuxi walked up to Mo Shangcun step by step, and looked down at him: "When I came back here, the first executioner I met was Chimoko. Do you want to know what will happen to him? Do you want to know what will happen to you? ?"
Mo Shangcun smiled coldly.
"I engraved a Tiangang Positive Demon Binding Formation on his body."
Mo Shangcun's body trembled, but his expression remained unchanged.
"And you, of course there are better ones." Fan Wuzhen raised Mo Shangcun's chin with the edge of his sword, "Where is that living person?"
"What's the difference between whether I tell or not?" Mo Shangcun said with a sly smile, "If I don't tell, you'll never find him."
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it." Fan Wuzhen took out the soul hook, and the chain scythe he threw out precisely pierced Mo Shangcun's lute bone, dragging him to the black dragon pillar in the blood pool.
"Wait." Jie Bian stopped him, "We must find Brother Lan first, don't forget that this is the purpose of our trip."
Mo Shangcun's face was distorted in pain, and he continued to smile strangely: "Look, your good brother, your savior, ran to the most dangerous place in the world of humans and ghosts in such a hurry, but it was not to save you, haha Hahahaha, you have called for a hundred years, but he came, but not for you, not for you, hahahahahaha—”
"..." Fan Wuxi's complexion became more and more gloomy.
"Shut up!" Xie Bian said in a deep voice, "Give me to him, Wu Wubi will let him talk."
"The purpose of this trip is for Lan Chuanhan." Fan Wuxi lowered his head and repeated.
"Of course." Xie Bian frowned, "Did you forget?"
"why."
"What?"
Fan Wushi raised his head slowly again, his eyes were dark, and the black blood was extending to the center of his pupils: "Lan Chuihan has only been in hell for a few days, and you can't wait to save him, but I, I will be tortured here for a full hundred years." Years, a hundred years!"
"Wuxie, sober up! Don't be bewitched by him!"
"You have seen it all, you have seen how painful I am, you have seen that I have been waiting for you to save me, brother, you have seen it." Fan Wuxi's gaze was a little erratic, "But the purpose of your trip is actually Not for me, + why didn't you come to save me? Didn't you come here to save me?!"