Yi Cen's scarlet eyes were as bright as a blazing fire, but they were cold and unwarm. Since Lu Yuanzheng's death, he has never killed a single person. He trapped himself on Fengju Mountain and took a qin named Zhonggu. He thought that such a long time might be able to slowly offset the pain of eating away at the bones.

But the more time passes, the less clear the memory becomes as clear as it was at the beginning. Gradually, he almost forgot about Lu Yuanzheng's appearance. All he remembered was the hatred that could not be discharged, which became stronger and stronger as time piled up.

However, revenge is such a thing, as long as it is crowned with the reason for doing something else, it will be especially painful to kill people.

Such as Yi Cen's now.

I saw that he continued to exert his strength, and the body of the party under the huge palm was already buried in the soil while vomiting blood. His eyes were black and white, and he felt as if his chest was being suppressed by something, and he couldn't exert any strength.

"Even on one side, although you dominate one side, what can you do now that you find Fengju Mountain for these people? Since you don't want to be a shrunken turtle and live well, then I will kindly give you a ride!"

Yi Cen suddenly let out a sharp sneer, and suddenly roared: "I want to see how long you can survive!"

"Hehe......" Shi's laughter seemed to come from afar, but it clearly fell on Yi Cen's ears.

Yi Cen didn't understand why he was laughing, but he felt that this kind of laughter was light and fluttering, but it was even more piercing than the most miserable cry!

At this time, he heard the voice of Shi Fang coming from under the palm of his hand, and he spoke unhurriedly like his gentle temperament. It was as if they weren't fighting, but chatting as usual.

Shi Fang said: "Yi Cen, do you know why I haven't really killed you until now?"

Yi Cen couldn't see Shi Fang's expression, and he didn't bother to guess his intentions, he just sneered: "If you could kill me, you would have killed me a long time ago, how could you make yourself so embarrassed?"

Shi Fang sighed silently, and continued: "So you don't understand...... I don't kill you just because, you don't deserve to die at my hands!"

Even if he didn't go up the mountain to kill, he wouldn't even want to kill anyone in his life. But now, Yi Cen has finally exhausted the last bit of kindness in the heart of the old turtle. Even the killing intent burst out, he didn't pity but just felt pity - what Lu Yuanzheng saved with a human body was just a life that didn't know how to reciprocate.

"Haha!" Yi Cen laughed out loud as if he had heard a joke. He exerted the force of his arm, as if he were going to crush the whole party under the palm of his hand, so that he would never get up again. To him, the words of the party were nothing more than the last cries before death. No matter how powerful it is, in his opinion, it can't change the ending.

"Bang!!"

The dust rising from the ground obscured the view, and Yi Cen was enveloped in an instant. The bitter wind was like a blade, leaving a crack in the wood wherever it went. This was just an instantaneous thing, and the stinger and the gilt light had only just come to their senses before they ushered in this cold wind like a blade.

There was countless blood on his face, and his whole face looked like it had been scratched by a sharp weapon. His demonic sense was blocked, and he couldn't discern what was happening in front of him. I saw Yi Cen's huge palm slamming on the ground, and the ground was forced to sink by this force, and the surrounding land cracked countless bottomless cracks.

The light was the first to block his front with his arm, and the strong wind scratched his arm, and his face was much less devastated than the one he looked to have suffered. Shi Fang's figure was completely submerged under Yi Cen's palm that slammed into the ground, and he didn't know life or death at this moment.

Liuguang was dumbfounded, and his eyes began to tremble when he looked at Yi Cen. "Lao Jun's predecessor ......"

He took a deep breath and let out a loud shout, instantly releasing a powerful demonic energy. Everything around was shaken, and even the earth was poured into the boiling water like a wave.

Liuguang staggered under the shock, and he had to penetrate the demonic power in his body throughout his body, so that he could stand more steadily beside him.

The demon consciousness is like a shadow, quickly sweeping over every inch of land. He naturally didn't believe that Lao Jun would die under Yi Cen's claws - in his opinion, although Lao Jun was old, he couldn't even let him get half a minute away from gathering the elders of the Four Divine Beast Clans, so how could he be planted in the hands of a mere tiger now?

It's just that within a moment of his demon consciousness being released, he was directly blocked back by an invisible barrier. That power was so strong that he had to take back his demon consciousness and resist with his demon power. The throat was so sweet that he vomited blood.

Liuguang didn't know why he suddenly vomited blood, and immediately exclaimed: "Qiang, what's wrong with you?"

Qian Qian shook his head, stabilized his mind, and before he could speak, he heard Liuguang crying: "What should I do? Even Lao Jun is not his opponent, we ......"

Qian Ji interrupted him unceremoniously and shouted, "Lao Jun is not dead!"

Liuguang was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Yi Cen, "But ......"

After all, this phoenix came down the mountain for the first time, and the big scenes of life and death were not as many as he had seen. Concern is chaotic, he is always worried that the party is not Yi Cen's opponent, and at this moment, seeing that Lao Jun was slapped into the soil by Yi Cen's palm, it seems that there are no bones left. He couldn't sense Lao Jun's breath, so he naturally thought that Lao Jun had folded into Yi Cen's hands. He was anxious, angry, and a little scared—his mind was completely disconnected and he couldn't think.

Qian Ji didn't bother to pay attention to him, but repeated again: "Lao Jun is not dead, but Yi Cen can't kill him!"

The grave keeper said that the tithes were once the closest to God. If he hadn't spied on the Heavenly Dao without permission, he wouldn't have been beaten back to his original form. How could such a party die at the hands of Yi Cen?

You're right. It is true that the party is not dead. Not only is he not dead, but he is preparing a complete counterattack.

He would like to thank Qiang and Liuguang for coming to his aid and giving him a chance to breathe. Therefore, let him secretly accumulate strength.

The sound of the wind passed by my ears, like a terrible whimper. Shi Fang let his hair fly wildly, staring at Yi Cen's eyes like thick ink that could not be dissolved. Suddenly, the demonic energy on his body surged out, and swept away like a stormy wave. For a while, the sand flew away, the wind was roaring, and the earth was almost a sieve!

The breath of the party disappeared in an instant, and reappeared in an instant. It fell behind Yi Cen like a ghost. Yi Cen was startled, and under the cold demonic qi shock, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his huge body suddenly began to shrink.

It's just that he didn't expect that the almost subconscious instinctive reaction was still slow compared to the hunting and killing action launched with the other side!

The exploding air currents around him surrounded him like fireflies, and hexagonal matrices flickered around him, as if they had built an all-encompassing barrier. Suddenly, these countless hexagonal golden matrices gathered above his head, and the next moment they flew like light swallows from all directions towards the sky!