Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 109 Fighting against each other (1800 plus, please subscribe)
"This... is definitely the supreme swordsman of the Xuanmen sect!"

"Who are you? Three Smiling Monks? Ascetic Toutuo? Or Jingxu Layman?"

Cangmingzi and Xuanxuanzi yelled, using all kinds of magic skills and secret methods recklessly, adding layers of protection around themselves, it seems that only in this way can they feel at ease.

As for escaping?

They don't know how to do such stupid things. Compete with the sword fairy in Jiandun, are they out of their minds?
"It's not... Can I die?"

Fang Xian stood in the air, as if preparing to strike again.

Seeing this, Cang Mingzi immediately took out the magic weapon at the bottom of the press box, this treasure is called 'Xuanyin Gathering Demon Banner', it is an upgraded version of the five magic banners in Fang Xian's hand, and it is already a magic weapon restricted by the [-]th Heavenly Gang.

At this time, while shaking it desperately and chanting the true formula, gods and demons jumped out of the flag, guarding the two of them layer by layer.

Xuanxuanzi gave up and continued to defend, holding a gourd, and kept arranging thunder beads around the two of them.

This thunder bead is not dark, it is the secret magic thunder of the nine sons and mothers, it is best at polluting magic weapons, and it will explode when touched.

Being able to force the scheming true disciples of the Demon Sect to join forces to fight against the enemy shows how much shock Fang Xian had given them before.

"It's not bad, ordinary Golden Core Sword Immortals really can't take you down..."

Fang Xian expressed a little solemnity, hid the invisible needle in Nanming Lihuo's sword energy, and waved it lightly.

puff!
The originally earth-shattering sword light suddenly became indistinct.

As soon as it slashed past, the surrounding Thunder Beads and Xuanyin Gathering Demon Banners remained motionless, but the Cangmingzi and Xuanxuanzi among them were split into two halves, even the human body and the golden core.

"Miss Jade..."

After doing all this, Fang Xian turned around and looked at Yu Nishang.

At this time, Yu Nishang was bleeding all over her body, driving the blood flame flying fork, stabbing to death the last boy on her own flying boat, it seemed that it was Zheng Yin, with a look of reluctance to die.

After doing all this, she turned around with a smile on her face and said, "I believe in you... Since I believe in you, these disciples cannot be kept..."

"it is good!"

Fang Xian took a deep look at Yu Nishang: "Send a signal... If I get what I want and become a true king in the future, I will kill those two people for you!"

If he can become a Dharma, killing two true kings of the demon sect is indeed like killing two dogs.

"It has already been sent. In fact, the natal lamps of the seven true disciples have gone out. I am afraid that the Kunlun Demon Palace has been turned upside down. Are you sure you didn't send anything back to them just now?"

"I move quickly..."

Fang Xiandao: "Besides... even if it is passed back, it is not my Yu Xuanji who is unlucky!"

Yu Nishang: "..."

……

Facts have proved that Faxiang Zhenjun came very quickly.

The Golden Core cultivator's escape speed was about a thousand miles in an hour, and it took Fang Xian and the seven sons of the Demon Sect entangled and traveled thousands of miles away to the Kunlun Demon Palace, which took ten hours.

But within half an hour, the coercion of Faxiang Zhenjun had already enveloped him!

Yu Nishang had already fled far away at this time, leaving only Fang Xian waiting in place.

Of course, he is not a fool. He has already used the invisible needle to hide his figure and hide aside.

After waiting for a long time, the overwhelming coercion enveloped the sky, and a man in black robe appeared in midair at some unknown time.

His nose bridge is slightly high, his skin is morbidly pale, and his every move is full of strange magic.

'It's the same as Yu Nishang described, it's Yan Moluo! '

Fang Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he stared straight at this person, looking for the place where the storage bag was hidden.

His own breath was hazy and completely disappeared.

"Who is it? Who killed me, the Seven True Legends of the Demon Palace?"

"Yu Nishang? It's impossible for this girl to do it. She sent a message saying that there are decent spies? Where is she? Or is she dead too?"

Yan Moluo scanned his surroundings subconsciously, but unfortunately found nothing.

"It's now!"

Fang Xian felt that he was in a very delicate state at this time.

Obviously the body is ready to do it, but there is no thought or thought in the heart, and there is no thought of doing it.

Suddenly.

In the void, an invisible sword energy of Taixu emerged, and it slashed straight at Yan Moluo's right hand, a finger wearing an ancient white ring!

quick!quick!quick!
Everything is faster than expected!
How sharp is the invisible needle?If it were an ordinary flying sword, it might not be able to kill the real king's body, but under the invisible sword energy, the finger fell directly, and a figure emerged, grabbed the ring and ran away.

"Who dares to hurt me?"

Yan Moluo roared, and the finger flew directly to the wound, and the slightest granulation grew and healed, and it returned to its original state in an instant!

At this stage, the monk is no longer an ordinary flesh and blood body, and there is no such thing as a vital point.

That's why Fang Xian didn't think about attacking and beheading this person before.

After a successful blow, Fang Xian didn't miss it, and turned into a sword light to escape.

"Do you still want to run?"

As Yan Moluo roared, a Dharma image instantly appeared.

The dharma is the mind, how fast is the mind moving?
Almost at the moment Fang Xian succeeded and flew back with his severed finger, suddenly there was a Dharma figure in the world!
I don't know which god or demon this dharma is, standing upright, with blue-black arms sticking out, countless flesh and blood sprouting from it, turning into baby-like arms, exploding and closing, and going round and round, forming a giant hand that covers the sky. fall!

Boom!

Within a radius of tens of miles, the land was sunken, and a huge palm print appeared.

Numerous cracks continue to extend and vibrate...

Ding!
A clear sword sound came.

A razor-sharp sword light came out directly from the back of the giant hand that covered the sky, flashing across the sky.

"Ah!"

The huge dharma figures were roaring, and the sky was dark.

But Yan Moluo didn't pursue, but looked at his palm: "What sword is that, can it hurt my Dharma?"

Although the dharma is not as strong as the immortal soul, there are few things in this world that can hurt!

Just now, there was severe pain in his Dharma Prime Minister's big hand, as if he had been pierced by a needle, and even hurt his soul a little bit.

After all, the core of the Dharma is the monk's soul!
The invisible needle is extremely poisonous, and it can hurt the soul even more.

Of course, with the firmness of the dharma, ordinary golden core monks, even if they hold invisible needles, can't pierce even a little bit of skin.

However, Fang Xian is no ordinary Golden Core cultivator!

And this Yan Moluo didn't know the power of the invisible needle, he just felt a palpitation coming from him, which made his heart skip a beat, as if there was a sign of catastrophe and danger of falling!
Not only that, on the face of the law, the wound with the size of a needle's eye not only cannot be healed, but has a tendency to intensify!
……

In the sky, Immortal Fang's needles merged into one, and the escaping light seemed to be there or not, like thunder and lightning, and he was far away from the battlefield in an instant.

He chose the border of the Kunlun region as the battlefield, with the idea of ​​fleeing with one hit.

But I didn't expect that I still fought hard with Yan Moluo's Dharma Xiang. At this time, there was pain everywhere in my body, and there were slight cracks on the surface of the Da Ri Zhen Yang Pill!

If it was an ordinary Jindan cultivator, he would have been seriously injured at this moment, his Dao foundation was greatly damaged, and there was no hope of moving forward!

"Fortunately, it's not my natal golden elixir..."

Fang Xian sighed: "It seems that the last sword was too much to stimulate the grain, and the golden elixir couldn't hold it anymore... Huh? Why do you feel like I used the fate of the invisible needle to disappear for the most part?"

"Impossible, unless I avenge Yu Nishang's great revenge, how is it possible? Wait... Then Yan Moluo was injured by my invisible needle, that is to say, his soul was injured. There will be no rule of law. Waiting to die day and night? How to treat the injury of the soul caused by the invisible needle... I don't know..."

"Look at the Kunlun Demon Palace, let's talk about the news after seven days...Anyway, I probably won't be able to step into the Kunlun area..."

While flying away, Fang Xian was still trying to crack the bone ring. At this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, and he was immediately overjoyed, and he penetrated into his spiritual thoughts.

Regardless of the others, he directly found a gourd of 'Jiuyou Huangquan Styx River Water', with a smile on his face: "Okay, it's finally a worthwhile trip!"

With a thought, he took out the gourd real water and immediately changed the container.

Immediately, he threw the bone ring away without hesitation.

What magical powers, or cherishing materials, can be more important than his alchemy?

It's not worth being tracked because of greed!
"After this matter is done, I am afraid that a real monarch will immediately calculate me, and the reincarnation formula of hundreds of generations will not be able to suppress it. The most urgent thing is to immediately form a pill and use the power of reincarnation to disrupt your own secrets!"

(End of this chapter)