The Void Demon was furious, but in the face of this dead situation, he was powerless to refute anything, so he could only repeat the name of the Heavenly Machine View with great resentment.

The Terran Race's divination and deduction technique is an insurmountable barrier for the underworld to cause trouble in the territory of the Terrans.

If it is said that the Terran forces that they hate the most in the underworld, Zhishoulou ranks first, followed by this view of heavenly chances.

The eagle-like gaze of the lord of Pangyang swept over the blood pool, and the shape was hideous, but the motionless Rahu said in a cold tone, a little sarcastic and a little tentative: "This is the Rahu who was reincarnated after your hundred-year plan to slaughter millions of human races in Zhenjiang City?" ”

This hit the sore spot of the Void Demon.

It is precisely because of Rahu's current appearance that he is about to die or alive that he will fall into such an impasse.

He who has mastered the true meaning of space, he is not strong above the physical body, and is more inclined to the role of Fa Xiu.

On weekdays, with the ability of spatial true meaning, he is unpredictable, how can he fight with the body cultivation in close quarters.

But under the restriction of the Lock Heaven Seal, he had no choice but to use his weakest aspect to shake Pang Yang's strongest body.

Rahu is a natural war maniac with extreme strength as his talent, if Rahu is awake at this time, he can let him face Pang Yang Demon head-on, why let him fall to such a point, doing this kind of reckless thing in his eyes?

"Come again!" The owner of the Pangyang Mansion retracted the gaze placed on Luo Hu and sneered at the Void Demon, "Like a mouse, I have been plagued by Qingzhou for so many years, and it is time to end." ”

In the next moment, the golden light that bloomed from his body was a little more abundant than before.

A pale golden behemoth gradually appeared in the void behind Pang Yang, huge in size, like a golden mountain.

It was the phantom of a wolf-like beast, huge and amazing, crouching in the void, a pair of golden eyes like two shining golden lanterns, and there was a brilliant light circulating in them.

"Faxiang!" The Void Devil's face became even more ugly.

Cultivating the body of the Law Phase, with the blessing of the power of the Law Phase, the combat power will be raised to a higher level again.

"How!" The wolf shadow roared in the void, and took a step forward, the entire soul shadow and Pang Yang became one, and a breath of qi that made the Void Devil's heart palpitate came.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the blessing of the Fa Xiang, Pang Yang began to move, and the entire karst cave trembled, and the golden brilliance dyed the entire karst cave with golden brilliance.

Powerful killing machines are surging towards the Void Demon.

"Up!"

The Void Demon didn't care about anything else, madness flashed in his eyes, and countless blood rays rushed up in the blood pool, vibrating and surging towards Pang Yang.

This move is almost the power of the blood pool.

Pang Yang's body emitted a golden qi to compete with the big waves of blood.

Like a storm crashing on the shore, the aftermath of the splashed blood rushed to both sides, and the rock walls of the cave instantly shattered and splashed everywhere, while Pang Yang was in the center of the fluctuation, but it was standing.

Thundered!

The cave, which could not withstand the impact of this violent aftermath, collapsed with a bang.

"Get out!" The owner of the Pangyang Mansion let out a loud shout, and the golden qi shook suddenly, knocking all the rubble away.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and countless golden rays of light shot out from it, scattering it away.

But after such a collision, the huge karst cave had already collapsed.

In the midst of the falling rubble, a golden claw reached out, slamming away all the rubble and heading straight for the Void Demon's chest.

Bang!

The huge golden claws erupted with monstrous light, slapping the Void Demon out like a dead grass.

The moment the golden claw struck, a dark purple strange rune flickered from the Void Demon's chest to resist this powerful and violent attack.

But even so, his chest was still sunken, and he looked miserable.

Pang Yang didn't give the Void Demon a chance to breathe, he didn't give him a chance to breathe, he didn't give up, jumped vertically and horizontally, and slammed into the Void Demon with punch after punch, swift and violent.

The Void Demon was beaten and kept vomiting blood, and his body was covered with scars, and he had no power to resist.

In another battlefield in the canyon, the sound of sword whistles and spell bombardment came and went.

The sword cultivator manipulated the swift flying sword, dragging the long tail flame and constantly swimming in the sky, attacking and killing the underworld monks.

Lu Qingshan's mood became more and more happy, and the spiritual skills mastered by Liu Yu really matched him perfectly.

There are physical cultivators who are beaten in front, there are spiritual cultivators who are blessed in the rear, and there are underworld monks who are physically strong and activate the bloodline of the demon clan as a living target.

There is nothing more suitable for practicing swords and brushing experience than this situation.

Lu Qingshan, who was full of firepower, also completely extinguished the idea of close combat, and chose to rely on flying swords to attack remotely.

The Dragon Bird Sword is often a dip and go, without delay, simple, and extremely fast, but for the monks of the underworld, it is dangerous and inexplicable, and life and death are instantaneous.

Because of the limited space and the endless pressure given by the two Void Cultivators, these Underworld Cultivators simply did not have the slightest room for maneuver, and the more they fought, the fewer people they fought, and the more they fought, the less they had the will to fight.

In the process of constantly killing the monks of the underworld, Lu Qingshan has been trying to control the rhythm of the flying sword, and through the changing speed of the flying sword, the weight of the sword, the virtual and the real, the rhythm of the change makes the opponent tired.

In this case, the enemy can only passively follow closely, and it is very easy to expose the flaws, and he seizes the opportunity to kill with one blow.

This kind of skill is a micro-operation that sword cultivation players must master.

Lu Qingshan, who has studied the profession of sword cultivation for ten years, is naturally familiar with these operations, but unfortunately it is only a combat skill in the game, and it cannot be directly substituted into reality.

But now that he has this awareness and experience, with his kendo talent, he can reproduce the operation skills in his game in reality, and it is just such a short time for a large-scale chaotic battle that allows him to regain his former feel.

Under his control, the flying sword is like a spirit snake hunting enemies.

Whoosh!

Even in such a complicated chaotic battle, Lu Qingshan still relied on his accurate judgment of the timing and situation to accurately accept the lives of seven underworld monks, and he also pocketed 60,000 experience points.

It's just that this kind of good thing is nearing the end.

In the face of such a desperate scene, the remaining few underworld monks were also full of dazed and distracted, and there was panic that could not be concealed.

…………

Hanmei Zhenzun, who was hanging outside the canyon and holding the Heavenly Seal, was in charge of sealing the space, and was engrossed in paying attention to the battle between the Pangyang Mansion Lord and the Void Demon.

Seeing that Pang Yang had already occupied an absolute advantage over the situation and was constantly ravaging the Void Devil, Hanmei Zhenzun also consciously won the victory, and his mood couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy.

It's just that no one noticed that in the pool of blood, it was like a sculpture, and there was no sound of Rahu.

Just as the Void Demon Son was draining the power of the blood pool, on the palm of one of the four arms, there was a finger that moved slightly.