Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng's breath was cold, and the killing intent was overflowing.

After they learned that Fang Xuan was going to the border, an idea came to their minds.

opened the imperial capital on Fang Xuan's front foot, and they also followed out of the imperial capital with their back foot.

It's just that unlike Fang Xuan, they are not going to the border, but leaving the Great Qin Dynasty, they are going to the Flying Immortal God Dynasty, and the enemy of the enemy is naturally a friend, but when they took a detour to the camp of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty, they found that Fang Xuan was out of the customs, and even reached a shocking deal with the prince.

The two of them made a decision in their hearts.

This is the place where the two dynasties are at war, and the killer Supreme Hall powerhouses staring at them will not get too close, or even a little farther, then it means that they have the opportunity to kill Fang Xuan by themselves.

For this reason, Yi Xiaocheng ruthlessly used his own hole cards, life-saving things, and a magic weapon to hide.

This magic weapon allowed them to evade the princely perception for a short time, and it was because of this that they would suddenly appear and attack Fang Xuan.

"Your hubris has created a mortal situation."

Yi Xiaocheng's heart was cold.

He didn't say much, the Dao sword in his hand was indestructible, and its sword was stained with his blood, becoming more and more irresistible.

Zhang Wutong also sacrificed the Dao Sword, and the killing power was as strong as Yi Xiaocheng.

The two of them are strong people in the realm of human gods, and their cultivation is top-notch in this realm, and even Zhang Wutong is expected to ascend to the throne in the next two hundred years, and he is a rare genius in Biyou Palace.

One prince, two people burst out of the divine realm, directly shattering the heavens and the earth, the void shook, and the space cracks were rampant, fierce to the extreme, no one could beat it!

Kuang Chengsi, Yan Wu and others are all discolored.

"Whew!"

Fang Xuan pointed into a sword, and the void pointed at it.

Rumble!

He made a move, there were runes on his fingertips, a simple finger, and the rhyme was shocking!

Its fingertips actually had the power of demons, which was the power of the Resentful Stone, and everyone didn't expect that the suppressed power would appear in another form.

Fang Xuan's body became a demon, and he assimilated into the resentful Dark Stone.

He became a demon, and his eyes were blood-red.

It pointed out that the power of the blood entrainment of the resentment stone appeared, and the blood turned into a demon and a ghost, there were more than thousands, mighty, killing the enemy, the shadow was sufficient, hooking the soul, and scaring the world to death

"Styx Bloodfinger!"

Zhang Wutong, Yi Xiaocheng, and even the princes of the Heavenly Fire Sect are all dead souls.

They saw the origin of this supernatural power.

The Styx clan, which has been annihilated in the long river of time, was once a race that dominated many eras in the primeval era.

The clan is not an imperial power, but it has suppressed many eras and fought against the imperial power, all thanks to their ancestor, an extreme murderer, who created many forbidden techniques.

One of them is the Styx Blood Finger.

It's that they don't understand, why Fang Xuan wants to kill them even if he doesn't want to die, is it worth it?

This level of supernatural powers has almost touched the level of the emperor and the emperor.

At the same time, the secret behind this finger also made their hearts palpitate, this is the bloodline supernatural power, Fang Xuan is a member of the Styx clan.

Bang......

The void shattered inch by inch, and the crisp sound rippled, stimulating this kind of human eardrum.

Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng coughed up blood in their mouths, the blood in their whole bodies was boiling, their skin was red, they became thin in an instant, and they fell to the earth, not knowing life or death.

On the other side, the prince of the Heavenly Fire Sect wailed.

He withstood most of the power of Styx's fingers, and his flesh and blood were directly steamed dry, and his divine soul boiled on its own.

That pain, like a bone-eating maggot gnawing at flesh, magnified millions of times.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the body of the prince of the Heavenly Fire Sect exploded.

A fragile spirit appeared, it was the spirit of the prince, he wailed in pain, and no one could help him.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, the Buddha recites the Buddha's name.

He purified the Heavenly Fire Sect's princely spirits and dispelled the power that he regarded as a nightmare of doom.

The prince of the Heavenly Fire Sect did not hesitate to use life-saving means and disappeared into this battlefield......

Regarding the escape of the Heavenly Fire Sect, Fang Xuan didn't care.

He looked at the prince of Tianluo Palace, or more precisely, at the Buddha's main appearance, at the broken demon-slaying pestle.

"Buddha Gate Jialan Demon Pestle...... I didn't expect this demon slaying pestle to be here. ”

Fang Xuan spoke lightly, his eyes were always ruthless.

His gaze fell on the demon pestle, "So that stubborn bald head is going to die......

"Amitabha."

The Buddha Lord was chanting the Buddha's name, his hands were separated, and his left hand stretched out to press against Fang Xuan, as if the Monkey King was pressed by the Buddha Lord Wuzhi Mountain.

It's just that the big hand stopped when it was pressed down, just because Fang Xuan glanced at the Buddha!

This is the Buddha who fears the devil.

It's weird.

"You are not a Buddha, if the real Buddha comes, I will be afraid of three points, but it's a pity that ......"

Fang Xuan's indifferent voice sounded.

The suppressed power of the Resentment Stone on his body reappeared, and the resentment red mist turned into a demonic flame, turning into a great demon of the world, with three heads and six arms, a green face and fangs, and six green eyes.

The body of the Buddha Lord was shaking, and the palm that had been suppressed was withdrawn.

The devil suppressed the Buddha.

Suddenly, the Buddha held on and turned into a drop of golden light, all the power was swallowed by the demon, and the six arms of the big demon grabbed the Buddha's light and stuffed it into his mouth, and the scene was terrifying.

“…… He can't come, Buddha, dead. ”

Fang Xuan's words continued, staring at the shattered Buddha Lord Dharma in front of him.

He raised his hand, and the shattered demon pestle fell on the palm of his hand.

Bang!

There was a roar in the distance.

When the time for a stick of incense came, the drought sword rose to the sky.

Seeing this scene, the remaining princes were unwilling, but they also had to retreat.

Not to mention Fang Xuan, who was holding the Drought Sword, let's just say that the current Fang Xuan made them powerless.

At the moment of the Buddha's death, the three princes had already retreated.

They retreated with other powerhouses, as well as an army of 30,000 Heavenly Fire Sects.

Everyone in the Heavenly Fire Sect had panic on their faces, and they couldn't stop trembling, even if they went back and were safe, they were still trembling constantly.

All dead......

Their hands and feet were cold, they couldn't hold their weapons, and they trembled slightly.

In just one stick of incense, more than 600,000 people were buried on this battlefield.

For them, this war is a nightmare, an indelible memory.

There is blood everywhere outside the Tianxian City Pass, and the bones are all over the earth, and no land is good, what kind of scene is it for more than 600,000 corpses.

Hell is nothing more than that.

Look at all this, look at this battlefield.

It was a big victory.

However, the Great Qin soldiers did not cheer at all, they watched all this, looking at this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

They stood still.

"Win."

"Won."

The soldier's eyes were blurred.

A warrior leaned down, and he picked up a corpse.

I can't hold back anymore.

He cried, his shoulders twitching.

Tears flowed like a river.

"Brother, this... A ...... We won... Me, me, me...... Take you home. He choked up, but couldn't take a step.

How he wanted to go back with his brother and not like this.

I can't hear the brother who calls him brother anymore, the stupid brother.

He is not the only one on this battlefield, many people have been standing for a long time.

They stood where they were, without their previous ferocity, their eyes full of tears.

Crying is the cheer of this great victory, only when they win will they dare to cry, crying loudly is the biggest reward for them in this victory.

This weeping is not the voice of the weak today.

"Woo ......"

The sound of the horn of the retreating soldiers came from the pass of Tianxian City, and the sound of the horn was so desolate......

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