It's as powerful as an immortal!

This was the only thought left in Fang Wenxian's heart, who was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

He was born in the local generation, and he had never seen an immortal, but he had heard it from the elders of the sect.

When the Guangyang faction was fighting in other war zones, it also cooperated with the immortals to fight.

In the narration of those elders, it is as simple as cutting melons and chopping vegetables for immortals, and only those high-level demons can slightly block the edge of immortals, and those who can really pose a threat to immortals are all demons with the ability to reach the heavens thoroughly.

Fang Wenxian has never seen any skills of the big demon, but the commander of the horse demon in front of him can definitely be regarded as a high-level demon, but he was killed by this Yongdaoyou like cutting melons and chopping vegetables, the strength of the horse demon's body is far more steely, but this Yongdaoyou only decapitated it with just a handful of mortal iron, this kind of ability, is not as good as an immortal?

Mistaken for a powerful immortal, the Yongda Heavenly Master put the empty projectile array back into the sword box, took three steps and two steps to Fang Wenxian's side, briefly checked it, applied a few talismans to the symptoms, and burned the talisman ashes into his mouth, and then said: "Your injuries are too serious, you can't be cured by talismans alone, I will receive you in the magic weapon so that your injuries will not worsen, and I will release you when the battle is over!" ”

Fang Wenxian propped himself up and said, "I can still fight, Senior Yong, have you recovered the magic weapon?" ”

Yong Bowen patted the sword box on his back, and said excitedly: "It's all here, it's a lot, this demon thinks it's being studied, fortunately we came in time!" ”

"Okay, in that case, then we'll send a signal to assemble the team and escort you back to Guangyang Fort!" Fang Wenxian stiffened up and wanted to stand up, he knew very well that the truly brutal battle had just begun.

The teleportation circle can only send them to their destination, and if they want to go back, they can only rely on themselves to kill them back!

I don't know how many demons stop me along the way, I don't know how many disciples can return to Guangyang Fort alive, at this time, one more person will have more strength, how can he, as the main combat force of the disciples of the Guangyang Sect, hide in the magic weapon and steal his life.

Yong Bowen patted him comfortingly: "Don't worry, since I have got the magic weapon back, the rest will be left to me!" You sacrificed your lives to help me regain the magic weapon, how can I express my gratitude just by sending you back to the world, relax, relax, have me! ”

Fang Wenxian said stubbornly: "The disciple is ordered to protect his predecessors, even if he dies in battle, he doesn't want to steal his life!" ”

If he doesn't want to, Yong Bowen won't be able to get him into the computer and store it. If you want to enter the computer, you have to use the power of ghosts, and as a mage, and it is a powerful / mage with explosive combat power, if it is not for his permission, the absolute ghost should not be close to the zài.

"Alright then, you can follow me." Yong Bowen had no choice but to let him, and after giving him a few healing talismans, he took out the tablet from the sword box with his backhand, and the computer was in his hand, I have it in the world, and said with confidence: "Now, it's time to witness the miracle!" ”

Fang Wenxian's eyes widened, and he saw a wisp of black smoke erupt from the side of the square and shiny magic weapon, and it turned into a demon with a rather weak strength on the ground.

The demon also holds an identical magic weapon in his hand!

The black smoke continued, and one after another evil ghosts melted out of the magic weapon, and each evil ghost held the same magic weapon in his hand.

In the end, more than a hundred evil ghosts appeared, neatly arranged behind Yong Bowen and Fang Wenxian, each holding a tablet computer connected to the ghost converter in their hands.

Fang Wenxian cautiously reminded: "Senior, although the demons are not very powerful, it is very difficult to rely on these demons to defeat them!" ”

Yong Bowen said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is not a combat unit, they are just a transport brigade, and those who appear below are combat troops!" The Yellow Turban Combat Force Strikes! ”

Black smoke erupted from the tablets in the hands of all the demons at the same time, but this time the black smoke settled, and it was no longer the demons that appeared, but a hundred giants.

These giants were all twenty meters high, and in terms of size alone, they all had a fight with the Great Commander of the Horse Demon. Yishui's yellow clothes and yellow turbans, all kinds of strange weapons hanging on his body.

A giant in yellow appeared, and a powerful vicious and violent aura filled the entire huge room in an instant.

"Demons!"

Fang Wenxian had been fighting demons since he was able to fight, and he was simply too familiar with this kind of aura.

This is the breath of a demon, and it is not an ordinary demon, but the breath of a powerful demon that is far from being comparable to the Great Commander of the Horse Demon just now!

With Fang Wenxian's fierce and brave battle, under the suppression of this overwhelming violent aura, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and his legs were weak - of course, these two legs were weak because he was seriously injured, and it definitely had nothing to do with feelings such as fear and fear, anyway, Fang Wenxian would definitely not admit that it was related.

Could it be that this surnamed Yong is actually another demon? Otherwise, how could there be so many powerful demons in the magic weapon!

However, after a brief period of fright, Fang Wenxian, who had restrained his mind, quickly realized his mistake.

After all, the Yellow Turban Lux puppet is still very different from the real demon.

After Fang Wenxian observed carefully, he recognized that these should all be high-level puppets with demon spirits as the driving core.

Just this certainty made him even more in awe of Yong Bowen.

To be able to refine a puppet with so many powerful demon spirits as the core, what a powerful existence it should be!

I think these demons must have been hunted by him, and they couldn't just be picked up casually.

"Purge the demons in the fortress!"

Yong Bowen gave a simple battle order and goal.

These Yellow Turban wrestlers are still refined by Yong Bowen with the demon spirits in the Demon Tomb, although they are very different from the real Yellow Turban wrestlers, but they are equipped with the magic weapons of the Shangyu Chengshi Company, and it is enough to deal with this kind of scene.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers who received the order lined up and walked out of the broken gate in silence, but not all the Yellow Turban wrestlers went out, but more than a dozen stayed behind Yong Bowen.

"Senior Yong, it's good to be ......" Fang Wenxian just wanted to praise two sentences to express his admiration for the superb skills of more than 100 puppets who served at the same time, but he heard Yong Bowen shout again: "The First Mobile Group!" ”

With this sound, thick black smoke began to rise from the hundred tablet computers held by a hundred evil ghosts, and a large number of machine and ghost puppets kept coming out, not only human-type machine qì people, but also mechanized troops with the original betrayal of evil ghosts as the core refining, what tanks, planes, self-propelled guns, everything, all of them were products made by the cooperation of the Yongda Heavenly Master and the Wuhua faction.

Fang Wenxian was dumbfounded.

This, what kind of person is this!

It's great that people have a few puppets with them to listen to the call, and this one is good, with a detachment of troops!

I'm a very slow dividing line****************

Thank you Ning Xi and Gollum for their support.

I'll try to update.