Fang Ling raised his hand fiercely and stabbed the dagger towards Ao Deng's five fingers, Ao Deng didn't know the power of the magic dagger, and the gesture didn't stop.

The magic weapon dagger is so sharp, even if Ao Deng's palm is like steel, it is also deeply pierced, although Ao Deng doesn't know the pain, but the witch blood flowing out of his palm can't help but make him stagnate.

Fang Ling immediately seized this opportunity, leaned closely, and pressed his forehead with a palm!

Ao Deng had just shaken Lu Bei away at this time, and the knife fell back sharply, slashing towards Fang Ling's waist, with his knife speed, it was enough to disembowel Fang Ling on Fang Ling's palm close to his forehead.

However, Fang Ling quickly pulled out the dagger and steadily blocked the battle knife, and the force of the war knife shook Fang Ling's feet off the ground, but at this time, his palm had been firmly pressed on Ao Deng's forehead.

The soul-sucking bead immediately took effect, and Ao Deng let out a painful cry as if he was going crazy, and the soul that had been integrated into the body was torn out.

Everyone was attracted by the terrible screams of Ao Deng, and the fierce battle stopped, and when they saw the situation in front of them, whether it was the three Tuzhigen, or Tulan Motuo and the others, who were already kneeling on the ground, their mouths suddenly stretched long, and their eyes were about to pop out.

I saw Fang Ling pressing a palm on Ao Deng's forehead, Ao Deng was like a lost soul, the green light in his eyes was retracted, he lay straight back, and fell to the ground.

Turansai Khan couldn't help but swallow dryly, his head seemed to be stuffed with a ball of paste, and he wanted to speak but found that he didn't know what to say.

Whether it's the Red Witch or the patriarchs, who doesn't know the power of the Qi Realm Witch Corpse? Even if all the people here are combined, I'm afraid that they are not his opponents, so just now Fang Ling said that he would kill Ao Deng with the strength of three people, and everyone just thought that this Nanren had a problem with his head, and he could still talk nonsense at such a time.

However, seeing Ao Deng's death at this time, although the three of Fang Ling were out of breath and scarred, there were no casualties, all of them were as if they had been struck by lightning, petrified one by one, their mouths could not speak, their hands could not move, it seemed that their souls were out of their bodies, only one heart was beating wildly, and deep in their hearts were shocked or shocked.

"Brother Lu, are you okay?" Fang Ling killed Ao Deng with one palm, gasped heavily, and hurriedly looked towards Lu Bei.

Lu Bei had already sealed the acupuncture points on his body, and supported the ground with a knife, so that his body could still stand upright, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, I deliberately avoided the vital point." ”

Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and saw that Song Ying'er was fine, then he looked towards the top of the golden chair, as soon as he saw the situation ahead, he immediately raised his throat with a breath of relief, Tu Rigen and the others looked forward along Fang Ling's gaze, and some people were shocked and some were happy.

The Shaman Witch King was holding the invincible golden knife at this time, and the light on the golden knife had completely dissipated, which showed that the remnant of Tuji Khan's knowledge was finally suppressed by him, although the remnant consciousness remained on the golden knife, but it was no longer possible for the Shaman Witch King to use the golden sword.

The invincible gold knife is not made of gold, its material is made of extremely rare secret gold, although the secret gold thing, although it resembles gold, but its hardness is still above the fine iron, and it can be called a divine weapon after being made into a knife.

However, because of the death of the witch corpse, a trace of blood also flowed from the corner of the shaman's mouth, which shows that he was implicated and caused internal injuries.

Fang Ling secretly said badly, he was still one step too late, the golden knife was in his hand, and the remnant knowledge could not suppress the Witch King, and the situation in front of him was immediately one-sided.

Just as he was sighing, there was a sudden flicker in front of him, and the shaman witch king appeared in front of Fang Ling like a ghost, Fang Ling's face sank, and he clenched the dagger tightly, without dodging. The Shaman Witch King who cultivates the breath of the wind is definitely faster than himself, and if he dodges rashly, he is afraid that he will fall into passivity.

The two of them were close at hand, Song Ying'er and the others couldn't help but sweat for Fang Ling, and Tu Rigen and the other red witches were excited, just because the invincible golden knife had fallen into the hands of the Witch King.

The Shaman Witch King looked at the young man in front of him indifferently, stretched out his finger to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Your Highness, your strength is really beyond my expectations, even Ao Deng died in your hands." It's just that no matter how good you are, there is only one ending - dead words!"

As soon as these words fell, before seeing any movement from the Shaman Witch King, Fang Ling's chest was struck by a palm, and the huge true strength made him fly out of a place more than a dozen zhang away and hit the stone wall of the underground palace.

Before the people of Fangling fell, the figure of the shaman witch king flashed, and when everyone's eyes were flowering, he had fallen to Fangling, and with a wave of his hand, Fangling flew out like a fallen leaf rolled up by the autumn wind, and hit the golden chair far away, and the bones of Tuji Khan on the side suddenly shook and fell to the ground.

Everyone was frightened into a cold sweat, the shaman witch king's speed was too fast and too fast to catch with his eyes, even Fang Ling, who killed Ao Deng, was so vulnerable, and where were the others his opponents.

"Your Highness!" Song Ying'er shouted, and flew towards Fang Ling, Lu Bei wanted to move, but his physical strength had already reached the limit, and he fell to his knees and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The shaman witch king glanced at Fang Ling with contempt, he was full of confidence in his cultivation, although he didn't know what method this prince of Chu used to kill Ao Deng, but this was no longer important, the ecstasy of obtaining the golden knife made him even hide the anger of Ao Deng being killed, with the invincible golden knife in his hand, it was equivalent to the position of the patriarch was already in the bag, and better materials could be found to make a more powerful witch corpse in the future.

Then, he glanced at Tulan Motuo and the others, and said with a disdainful smile: "You have only one ending, why don't you come together, this king can just try the sharpness of the invincible golden sword!"

The three of Turigan immediately beckoned the witch corpse to the side, and Tulan Motuo and the others gritted their teeth and looked at the shaman witch king coldly, with hatred and a deep despair in their eyes.

When Song Ying'er pounced on Fang Ling's side, Fang Ling had already spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the power of the shaman's palm made his body seem to fall apart, let alone do it again, he was afraid that the strength of a finger would not be able to lift it.

With tears in her eyes, Song Ying'er carefully supported Fang Ling on the golden chair, and when she saw that her beloved young man was seriously injured to this extent, she bit her lip and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, you must persevere!"

Fang Ling smiled miserably, wanting to reach out to wipe away the woman's tears, but he didn't even have any strength, however, his eyes suddenly fell on the Kun Heavy Knife on the golden chair, and a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in his mind, the Shaman Witch King didn't know that the Kun Heavy Knife was also a divine weapon, let alone that it was attached to Xiang Wuzun's remnants, if he could get Xiang Wuzun's approval and get his help, maybe there was a chance of winning!

He wanted to speak, but before he could spit out a byte, he spit out a mouthful of blood, lost his strength, and couldn't help but faint. Blood sprayed on the girl's white dress, and at the same time, it also spilled on the Kun Heavy Knife, and just as Fang Ling's hand fell weakly on the Kun Heavy Knife, a trace of dark gold swam through the dark knife.

"Boy!"

"Boy!"

Fang Ling was woken up by the voice, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was in an extremely dark space, and it didn't look like a human being no matter how he looked.

Suddenly, he suddenly recalled what happened before he fell unconscious, and his heart was very anxious, and he didn't know why he suddenly appeared in such a ghost place, even if he was dead, it should be his soul out of his body.

At this moment, the golden light flashed in front of him, and a sixty-year-old man appeared, the old man was wearing a royal robe, standing with his hands in his hands, and his face was full of majesty and majesty.

"Tang Emperor Xiang Wuzun!" Fang Ling suddenly understood, who is such a generous person, who is not Xiang Wuzun?

Xiang Wuzun was a little surprised and said: "It turns out that you know that the emperor is here, so it's good, I saved some explanation." ”

Fang Ling hurriedly asked, "Where am I?"

Xiang Wuzun said with a smile: "You don't have to worry, you are not dead yet, you are now in my spiritual world." ”

"Does that Emperor Xiang know what's going on outside?" Fang Ling said worriedly.

Xiang Wuzun said: "I'm afraid that your companions won't be able to support it for long, and the grassland people will definitely kill the killer if they have the golden knife." Bendi called you in, and that's exactly for that. ”

"Emperor Xiang...... Know what's going on?" Fang Ling said in secret surprise.

Xiang Wuzun smiled lightly: "This emperor has been sleeping, but after you came in just now, I was woken up, although this emperor did not appear, but how things develop, this emperor can see it." ”

Fang Ling hurriedly bowed and sincerely requested: "Please Emperor Xiang help me to save my companion's life!"

Xiang Wuzun looked at him lightly and said, "Tuji Khan is the righteous brother of this emperor, and this emperor naturally can't let an insidious person master the invincible golden sword. Your junior is highly qualified, a native of the South, and you are also smart, and this emperor is indeed helpful to you, but it is not easy. ”

"How do you say that?" Fang Ling hurriedly asked.

Xiang Wuzun lowered his hand and said: "A thousand years have passed, the remaining cultivation of this emperor barely stays in the realm of Xingqi, even if you and I work together, if you want to fully exert my cultivation, with your current body, you can't bear it!"

Fang Ling gritted his teeth and said resolutely: "Although Emperor Xiang can rest assured, what I am cultivating is the cultivation method, although my body has been severely damaged, but this method has an automatic healing ability, and I will never fall down until I defeat the Shaman Witch King!"

Xiang Wuzun saw that his eyes were firm and bright, and he couldn't help but praise lightly: "At a young age, you actually practiced the true cultivation method, and after such a hard battle, you can still have the heart to protect your companions, it is indeed rare for your junior to have a kind heart." However, it is not enough to rely on your will, even if you can withstand my cultivation, you can only fight a draw with the Shaman Witch King, if you want to defeat him, there is only one way!"

"What method?" Fang Ling asked urgently.

Xiang Wuzun said in a deep voice: "Kun-heavy-knife!"