"Ding"

"Puff"

In the quiet cavern, from time to time there was the sound of metal clashes, and more often than not, the sound of long swords and bodies.

"Damn!"

The Demon Sect disciple had a look of anger on his face, even if he consumed True Qi, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Chen, and his vitality was constantly declining, even so, he didn't have much panic and fear.

No matter how fast Chen Fang's sword was, it couldn't make up for the shortcomings of its lack of lethality, and his total vitality exceeded five thousand, and this half-minute time was only reduced by one-fifth.

The duration of the Disintegration Pill varies from person to person, between 1 and 2 minutes, so the Demon Sect disciples are not worried at all about who the final winner will be.

It's just that somehow, the Demon Sect disciple felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, after all, Chen Fang had brought him too many surprises.

Especially not long ago, the two exchanged positions very tacitly in the battle, and the current situation is that he is on the side of the dark river, and Chen Fang is on the other side of the cave.

The passage of the battle was very narrow, barely enough to accommodate two people walking together, and after swapping positions, it was equivalent to eliminating the possibility of Chen Fang escaping into the dark river.

But on the other hand, it also forced the Demon Sect disciples into a desperate situation.

"Could it be that the other party has some hole cards!"

As time passed, the Demon Sect disciple looked at Chen Fang's frosty gaze, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but say, "You are a person from outside the world, so why bother to fight for the righteous path."

The world is bustling, all for profit, and all for profit.

You people outside the world are actually the same kind of people as our Divine Cult, and I think you are a rare talent, so it is better to join the Divine Cult and shake hands with each other.

The Disintegration Pill is just an imitation of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa of our Divine Sect, and it just so happens that I have an elixir here that can alleviate the sequelae of the Disintegration Pill. ”

Chen Fang snorted coldly when he heard this.

Senior Sister Helin is a figure close to the level of an alchemy master, and the hall master of the Pill Hall is even more of an alchemy master, if there is really an elixir to alleviate the sequelae of the disintegration pill, how could they not know!

These nonsense are to deceive the uninformed.

Moreover, he also learned that the study of the Disintegration Pill was not a demonic path, but a person in the righteous path, after all, when facing the Demon Sect's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, if the righteous path did not have certain means, it was easy to be dragged to the burial.

Therefore, the two seem to have similar names and the same functions, but the actual principles are very different.

In fact, this Demon Sect disciple's Qiankun bag also contained a hidden weapon, which was the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle that was used to sneak attack Fang Lianyue and Wang Ying before.

Because this Demon Sect disciple has been hiding in the Great Han Wu Dynasty, the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle and several kinds of poison carried on his body have been hidden in the Qiankun bag, and it is difficult to reveal it.

Previously, he saw Chen Fang swing his sword and slash at the ghost wood, and in a hurry, he threw out a few darts, so that he couldn't take them out now.

If Chen was relieved to move, of course it would not be any pill that would greet him to alleviate the disintegration pill.

Although the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle is only a dead thing, anyone can use it, but in the hands of a True Qi Realm Demon Sect disciple who has comprehended the artistic conception, the role and power it can play are far from comparable to when Di Yuan Ai used it.

Chen Fang's reaction made the Demon Sect disciple's face sink completely.

A minute and a half of time had passed, and at this time, the aura on Chen Fang's body had also reached, from the early stage of the True Qi Realm to the True Qi Realm, and then suddenly began to decline.

The Demon Sect disciple suddenly became nervous, and then suddenly laughed wildly, "Hahaha, it turns out that your hole card is this, it's really ridiculous......"

In the wild laughter of the Demon Sect disciples, the second Disintegration Pill entered his abdomen, and Chen Fang felt that his body was like a burning sun, constantly releasing light and heat, and every inch of flesh and blood was burning in flames.

"It's really rich, but you won't be a fool!"

The Demon Dao disciple's peace of mind is also heartache, another extremely precious elixir was wasted in front of his eyes, if Chen Fang said earlier, he was willing to hand over these things, even if Chen Fang let Chen go!

For the disciples of the Demon Sect, what is the festival exercise, as long as there are enough benefits, what business cannot be done.

The Disintegration Pill can indeed stimulate a person's potential in an instant, but everyone's potential is limited, otherwise how could the duration be so short, and taking two Disintegration Pills in a row is not only ineffective, but also the way to death!

After taking one Disintegration Pill, the body's potential has been squeezed out, so what is the use of taking a second Disintegration Pill?

And because of the emptiness in the body, the potential is exhausted, but the medicinal effect of the second disintegration pill will not disappear, and it will search the bones and scrape the marrow, completely burning off the remaining traces of potential.

This process is painful, ordinary martial artists, just the pain in the antibody will lose their combat power, not to mention that trace of potential, how much power can be exchanged for it!

It hurts, and there is no place on the body that does not hurt!

Not only is the second disintegration pill that brings physical pain, but also the pain that has been pressing in my heart because of Wang Ying's sudden death before.

Hate, there is no place in my heart that does not hate!

Hates the viciousness of the people of the Demon Sect, hates their own powerlessness, and hates this world even more, why do they have so many regrets and grievances.

In the boundless pain and monstrous hatred, Chen Fang's eyes were calm and calm, making people feel frightened.

This contradictory feeling seems to bring him back to the moment when he first entered the artistic conception.

That time, he knew it but didn't know why, and now, his control of the artistic conception has reached a true state of perfection, the sword in his hand is getting faster and faster, and the aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, climbing to the peak of the true qi realm.

"This, what the hell is this, why, why does your body seem to have endless potential!"

The Demon Sect disciple was horrified in his heart, and for the first time he felt that death was approaching him step by step, "Slow, there are more than a dozen intermediate-level heaven and earth spirit spirits in my Qiankun bag, as long as you stop, everything is yours." ”

Chen Fang didn't reply, but the corner of his mouth showed a trace of coldness, and his icy face had already answered, he only wanted the other party's life.

"You forced me!"

The eyes of the Demon Sect disciple were full of despair, and after an instant, his aura soared, and he instantly entered the Xiao Zhou Heaven Realm.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa!"

In Chen Fang's eyes, a trace of waves finally flashed.

"If you want to die, I'm going to pull you on your back."

The Demon Dao disciple had a tyrannical face, and the true qi on the long sword was swirling, with unparalleled power, as if it was about to cut through the space in front of him.

"It's a pity you can't!"

Chen Fang flashed sideways, "Because your artistic conception is gone!" ”

"For, why ......"

The Demon Dao disciple suddenly collapsed, waved the long sword in his hand indiscriminately, and said frantically, "What about my artistic conception, why is my artistic conception gone!" ”

A person who is afraid of death, when he is dying, his heart is already in turmoil.

The heart is in turmoil, how to maintain the artistic conception!