"Goodbye, Second Senior Brother!" The battle was divided in a short period of time, and Lin Kunyan's strength seemed to be the engine that was running, and the more he fought, the sharper he became. This is not to say that Deng Shangwei's strength is inferior to Lin Kunkun, on the contrary, if Deng Shangwei still maintains his peak cultivation, he doesn't even need to do this, as long as he has eighty percent of his cultivation in the intact period, he will be able to kill Lin Kunkun with his hands. But he was aggrieved, he was resentful, he was wronged, he was unwilling, and under the situation of internal and external troubles, he watched Lin Kunyan attack him without the slightest power to fight back.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h It is physical pain, but also mental torture, and most importantly, the annihilation of the future. Lin Kunkun didn't leave his hand, and his attacks were aimed at his own vital points again and again. Although he hasn't died for a while, with such an injury, even if there is still hope of survival, his cultivation will not be greatly improved. Dantian, for the people of the temple, the dantian may not be the most important, but it is also a vital part that plays an auxiliary role, but this dantian has been stirred up by Lin Kunyan. Feng Chi, Feng Chi is the key, but Lin Kun is that ruthless person, this Feng Chi has also been greatly damaged. If it weren't for Lin Kunkun's ignorance of the temple, he might have become a garbage dump by now.

When Lin Kunkun spoke, his heart was already full of murderous intent. He sensed that the other party was a very difficult person to control, even if he was captured alive? It was a person with extreme spiritual beliefs, and this kind of person was no different from a dead man. No matter how conceited Lin Kunyan was, he didn't have the confidence to be able to ask anything from such a mouth, which could be seen from the other party's eyes that were still firm even if he was seriously injured. People like this, even if they are completely paralyzed, are still a huge trouble, because they still have intelligence because they have lost their force. Lin Kunkun didn't want to live in the covetousness and calculation of such an opponent every day, which was an act of looking for death.

"I will bury your ......" Lin Kunyan's fist smashed towards Deng Shangwei's head with the sound of explosions, which was the most direct and brutal way to kill......

"......Boom" Lin Kunyan's body quickly retreated, and at the same time, a gray trajectory appeared from his body, rushing in one direction, but quickly returned to his body......

"You...... Why ......" Lin Kunyan opened his mouth wide and looked at the person in front of him in surprise. It was him, it was he who blocked his own fatal blow, if it weren't for him, Deng Shangwei would be dead now. Turning his head, the direction in which the gray trajectory rushed up just now, the person who came out also made Lin Kunyan unacceptable, "Why? Why did you save him?"

"You can't kill him...... said the person opposite Lin Kunkun.

"At least not yet...... "The man who came out of the other direction added!

Above the sky, the real sky! Such a height cannot be reached by cultivators who want to come to the Yuan Infant Stage and the Merge Period. It's not that they don't have the strength to resist the constraints of the planet's gravity at such heights, but that the unique winds of such heights are not something they can ignore. Even a strong person in the early stage of the distraction period, in such a Gangfeng layer, can only protect himself, if he wants to do something again, it is simply a fantasy.

But now, there are two people standing facing each other in this Gangfeng layer. One was wrapped in a thick black mist, and he couldn't see the specific appearance. However, the black fog around him was rolling a little violently, and it was also a little unstable, and even some of the black fog faded little by little in the tumbling until it disappeared. The other's body was also shrouded in a white that was like smoke, but the layers of white were like marshmallows, not completely connected, but distributed in blocks, so that part of his body could be revealed in front of people. A strong upper body without a strand, and the tail of a huge python is attached to the waist. These two people are none other than Fu Xi and the Demon Throat Luo Jia who emerged from the ground without a blade......

"Your cultivation is very high, but why are you holding on to me?" asked Devil-Throated Roga strangely.

"Hehehe!" Fu Xi's voice was very domineering, but it felt as if something was missing, "Why did you seal you in the first place, you don't know, right?"

"Yanhuang cultivators, what do you Yanhuang cultivators want to do? I didn't offend you......" Demon Throat Luo Jia said angrily.

"Do you know in your own heart that I don't want to say this to you again! What kind of organization is the temple, you dare to say that you don't know? You really won't do anything to Yanhuang's cultivators when you reappear? And in order for you to reappear on this land, do you know how many of my Yanhuang's cultivators have been killed?" Fu Xi became more and more angry the more he spoke, "Our Yanhuang cultivators are upright, I won't say hypocritical words, as for whether you want to be enemies with Yanhuang's cultivators, I don't want to know the answer, no matter what is right or wrong, all we want is survival......"

"So you know...... Hahahaha...... Hahaha...... Not bad...... That's nice...... Your cultivation is very high, but do you really think that if you can hurt me, you can kill me?" Demon Throat Luo Jia said sarcastically, "My Demon Throat Luo Jia is immortal, otherwise you stupid people who fought against the Heavenly Dao would not have just sealed me...... Hahaha...... The way of heaven is really not thin on me...... Hahaha...... I've just broken through the seal, and I'm still a little weak, and your arrival has really brought me the best blood food...... Not just you, but all the Yanhuang cultivators will be my food......" Demon Throat Luo Jia said, laughing, shouting at the top of his throat, the black mist outside his body tumbling violently like boiling water in a pot......

"Bang ......" There was a sudden soft sound, and the black mist suddenly exploded in front of Fu Xi, like a black horse, besieging Fu Xi in groups. It was like a giant cocoon wrapped in black ribbons, and there was no gap left, not only that, but the giant cocoon was shrinking towards Fuxi little by little, as if it was going to bind him firmly.

"Hahaha...... You can't kill me...... Hahaha...... Hahaha......" The voice came from the black colored bar, but there was no specific direction, as if the colored bar was a living life.

Fu Xi understood, understood why the Demon Throat Luo Jia said that he couldn't kill him, because he didn't have a fixed body at all, this black mist was him, he was the black mist, no wonder this black mist had never left his body from beginning to end, and he still thought that this was his unique exercise......

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(Tianjin)