As soon as he thought of this, Jing Fan only felt that the soles of his feet slipped and his body fell to the ground quickly, feeling his body falling to the ground, and his heart was shocked, since entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, this is the second time he has fallen from a height, this feeling is too scary.

Fortunately, just when he was at a loss, a huge force suddenly lifted him up, and the falling body slowed down under the action of this huge force.

Jing Fan was overjoyed and was about to thank him, but when he saw the person who made the shot, his face immediately became ugly, and it turned out that the person who made the shot turned out to be Feng Zhiyuan.

"What do you want to do?" Jing Fan was shocked and shouted in horror.

"What do I want to do, don't you know?" Feng Zhiyuan said that the spiritual light in his hand flashed, and the magic weapon flashed, and shot down Jing Fan fiercely.

It turned out that Feng Zhiyuan saw that Hou Lao was entangled by the demon spirit, and at this time, the magic circle shook violently, and everyone was in a mess, and they were preparing to flee away, when they suddenly saw Jing Fan falling from the high platform, so they suddenly became murderous, so they rushed over.

"Help me!"

Seeing that magic weapon slashed at his head, Jing Fan suddenly had a feeling of despair, as if this moment was forever, everything flashed quickly in his mind at this moment, and finally a faint smile appeared, he suddenly had a powerful survival **, so he screamed.

"No!" Jing Fan shouted in his heart, but unfortunately at this time, his body had already been imprisoned by Feng Zhiyuan's spiritual power, and he couldn't move a bit, and Hou Lao was being entangled by the demon spirit at this time, and he had no time to clone at all.

The other monks were in a mess, some were staring at the vicious fight in the field, some were dodging the falling objects on the high platform, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the inconspicuous-looking Jing Fan.

"Poof!" A muffled sound came out, and the magic weapon was shot down in a flash, Jing Fan sighed secretly in his heart, tried his last strength, and with a movement of his mind, a vast spiritual power surged out, and attacked the wind fiercely.

"If you want to kill me, don't think about it!" Jing Fan made up his mind at this moment, even if he died, he would never let his opponent get too good.

With the muffled sound, the imaginary situation did not appear, and at this time, a hand covered with black gas was grasping Feng Zhiyuan's magic weapon less than a foot above Jing Fan's head, and immediately, a figure slowly appeared.

At the same time, Feng Zhiyuan only felt a sharp pain in his mind, and he couldn't stand at all, so his body shook and fell directly.

"Is that you?" After Jing Fan was dizzy for a while, he finally saw the person who came clearly, and was secretly taken aback, the person who made the shot turned out to be Yang Jian, who was going to kill him at one time.

"Are you alright?" Yang Jian asked calmly.

Jing Fan shook his head slightly and said, "I'm fine." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet were soft again, and he almost fell, it seems that when he used the Soul Breaking Slash just now, he consumed too much power of divine thoughts, and all of them would be so prostration.

Finally standing firmly, Jing Fan asked suspiciously, "Why did you save me?" ”

"You can't die yet!" Yang Jian smiled at Jing Fan, the black qi in his hand rolled wildly, wrapped Jing Fan in it, and disappeared into the void in a blink of an eye.

Feng Zhiyuan finally stood up, looked at Jing Fan who was intact, and was furious in his heart, his hands were clenched tightly, his nails sank into the flesh of his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Jing Fan, one day, I will take your life personally." Seeing Jing Fan escape from his hands again, Feng Zhiyuan trembled.

It's a pity that it's too late now, at this time, Jing Fan has already fallen to the ground under Yangjian's package, and the whole person is intact, and he can't tell at all that he is the embarrassed Jing Fan who fell from the high platform just now.

"Try another trick with me!" At this moment, the battle between Hou Lao and the demon spirit also reached a white-hot point, and the two turned into two light clusters and collided with each other crazily, and they couldn't tell the difference for a while.

If you want to talk about the strength between the two, Hou Lao is naturally slightly better, but it's a pity that the demon spirit can control the magic circle, and using the power of the magic circle to fight with Hou Lao naturally takes a lot of advantage, and because of this, the demon spirit can survive until now without falling.

Seeing that the demon spirit became more and more courageous, the hearts of the monks began to float again, and the magic weapon in their hands unconsciously fell into their hands, and the light on the magic weapon was strong and weak, as if they were making a difficult decision.

"Let's go up together and grab the treasure back!" Feng Zhi Foresight assassinated Jing Fan and failed to achieve it, so he put the target on Hou Lao, and when he saw the hesitant looks of the monks, his heart moved, and he said loudly.

Feng Zhiyuan's words came out, and the greed in everyone's hearts was immediately aroused, and everyone didn't hesitate to do anything, and they all flashed with a flash of inspiration in their hands, and the magic weapon flashed with glory, and they attacked Hou Lao directly.

"Be careful!"

Seeing that everyone sacrificed magic weapons to attack Hou Lao, Jing Fan was in a hurry and hurriedly reminded.

Hou Lao seemed to be ignorant, the spiritual light flashed in his hand, and the magic weapon was holding on to the sword in the black qi.

"Poof!" A muffled sound came out, and several magic weapons hit Hou Lao's body in a blink of an eye, which didn't look strong.

There was no blood, no screams, not even a cold snort, and at this moment, the heavens and the earth became a dead silence.

Then, all the magic weapons flashed through Hou Lao's figure and rushed towards the black qi frantically.

"No, it's a phantom." Everyone finally understood, but unfortunately, when they realized that it was too late, they saw a thin old man already appear behind one of the monks, with a long sword shining with cold light in his hand, which was his magic weapon, the Seven Spirits Flame Sword.

Feeling that when he took advantage of the magic weapons of the monks to hit the black qi, he took the opportunity to draw the magic weapons back.

Waiting for the old hand to raise the sword and fall, and then saw a wave of blood gushing out madly.

"I said, whoever shoots, die!" Hou Lao killed the monk with one move, and the aura on his body flashed, and he pounced on the other monk again.

These extremely strong Jiedan monks, without the magic weapon to defend themselves, two of them died under the sword in Hou Lao's hand in the blink of an eye.

"We were also impulsive, and we asked our seniors to spare their lives." Yu Hongde was the first to come to his senses, and pleaded as he dodged into the distance.

"On the spur of the moment? Joke! Hou Lao ignored Yu Hongde's plea for mercy, his body flashed with light, and in the blink of an eye, a series of screams came out.

Jing Fan heard it clearly, and the screams rang out four times before stopping.

As the screams fell, Hou Lao's figure slowly appeared, and he turned his eyes to look at Yu Hongde and said lightly: "For the sake of Han Yan's old ghost, I will spare a few of you today, if you dare to plot against the old man again, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless." ”

At this time, Yu Hongde was already frightened, where did he dare to say more than half a sentence, and said respectfully: "Senior, don't worry, even if you borrow ten guts from me, I won't dare to make another move." After Yu Hongde finished speaking, he stared at Feng Zhiyuan fiercely, fortunately, Feng Zhiyuan was thick-skinned enough, and his eyes on Yu Hongde were as if he had not seen him, and he smiled lightly and said goodbye to look at him again.

Hou Lao said with a satisfied chin of satisfaction: "This is very good, since you have done something wrong, you will naturally have to pay a price, and the monster will be handed over to you." ”

Hou Lao said that the light on his body flashed, and he pounced directly on Jing Fan, and before Jing Fan could react, he felt that his body was light, and a gentle spiritual power rolled up and flew quickly into the air.

"Elder Hou, who are you?" Jing Fan asked in surprise.

"There's an accident outside, let's get out." Hou Lao whispered, and the aura on his body flashed wildly, and then, he saw the magic weapon in his hand flash, and directly slashed down on the obstacle that the demonic qi had turned into.

A muffled sound of "poof" came out, and there was a tremor on the magic circle, and then a hole more than a foot high flashed, and Hou Lao flashed out of the magic circle with Jing Fan.

At this time, Yang Jian obviously also noticed that the situation outside the magic circle was different, and the black qi on his body was rolled, and he followed Hou Lao out of the magic circle.

Feng Zhiyuan has always paid attention to Hou Lao's every move, and when he saw him rushing out of the magic circle, he secretly sneered in his heart, glanced at Yu Hongde and the others meaningfully, and disappeared in place in a flash.

When Jing Fan rushed out of the magic circle, all that came into his eyes was a sea of blood, at this time, the battle between the Retort Clan and the Demon Clan had entered the final stage, the warriors of the Retort Clan had been reduced by half, and the corpses were piled up into hills, obviously this battle was very fierce.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the demonic beast had already gone crazy, and rushed towards the retort warriors desperately.

If it weren't for the warriors of the Retort clan who defended the danger, I am afraid that they would have been attacked by the demons long ago.

The appearance of Jing Fan and the others immediately attracted the attention of the demons and the retort clan, and when the retort warrior saw his face clearly, he suddenly became excited.

"Jing Fan, it's Jing Fan!"

This name, which had only been heard once, spread through the mouths of countless retort warriors, and the morale of the devastated clan rose again.

Hearing the clansman's shout, Li Ye also turned his head curiously, and when his gaze fell on Jing Fan's face that still looked a little childish, his already cold heart became hot again.

"Brother Jingfan, you're finally out!" Rao is Liye has lived for thousands of years, and it is difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart, and he cried and laughed for a while: "The retort clan has been saved......

Li Ye's words immediately attracted the attention of the demons, and the eyes of those high-level monsters fell on Jing Fan and the others.

Although the demons didn't know which one was Jing Fan, they were secretly taken aback when they felt the primordial infant breath on Hou Lao's body.

"I didn't expect you to hire a helper!" The monster who took the lead said coldly.

Li Ye ignored the monster, looked at Jing Fan expectantly and asked, "Is the thing in hand?" ”

Jing Fan shook his head helplessly and sighed: "No! ”

"What?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the fiery heart immediately fell into the cold ice again, and the body was half cold.

"It seems that the sky is going to kill my retort clan!" Li Ye sighed, the light on his face quickly disappeared, and his dead eyes slowly fell on the monster that took the lead, and said coldly: "Today, it's time to end." ”

The monster couldn't figure out why this monk who seemed to have the worst cultivation ignited the passion of all the retort warriors as soon as he appeared, and it was also this inconspicuous-looking teenager, just a simple sentence made all the fighting spirit of the retort clan disappear.

At this time, the monster almost had the urge to grab Jing Fan over and study it carefully, he really wanted to see what kind of power made this low-strength human monk have this ability to reach the heavens and the earth.

"Seniors are slow." Seeing that Li Ye was about to make a move, Jing Fan hurriedly stopped.

For Jing Fan's words, Li Ye didn't seem to hear half of it, and the magic weapon in his hand slowly flew up again, with a great posture of letting go.

Seeing that Liye didn't pay attention to himself, Jing Fan knew that if he didn't say it again, he was afraid that it would be really late, so he immediately said loudly: "Just because I didn't get something doesn't mean that others didn't get it, don't be impatient, take me to discuss with this senior and then make a decision, what do you think?" ”

"What? The artifact was brought out? Liye's heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly put away the magic weapon and asked with a shocked expression.

Jing Fan didn't beat around the bush again, and pulled Hou Lao and said, "Hou Lao, can you borrow the treasure you just now?" ”

"What's going on?" Hou Lao pointed to the battlefield full of chaos and asked with a puzzled expression.

Li Ye's expression was long in his eyes, with his experience, although he couldn't guess the whole thing, but at least he guessed six points, and when he saw Jing Fan speak, he immediately asked.

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