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Upgrading to this level, his strength has increased significantly, and his aura is even more extraordinary.

This strong duel has a final result, and it ends with hatred in the treacherous style of Motuo. Thirty years ago, he was just asleep, and this time he died.

"Amitabha. ”

The remnant soul of the bitter sea Cihang chanted the Buddha's name, and then dissipated into the wind, as if it had never existed at all. As soon as the Motuo Wind dies, he can rest completely.

Motuo Strange Wind is worthy of being a big boss, and the experience points alone have exploded into more than 10 million, which is much higher than when he killed the Thousand Faces, and as for the other rewards, they are even more generous.

Fan Lang held the Sword of Destruction in his hand, spread his Zixiao Dragon wings, and stood proudly in the air, with human and demon beings at his feet.

This posture was reflected in a pair of eyes, causing an uproar.

Morta is dead!

This result has a huge impact on both sides. On the demon side, it is equivalent to breaking off a backbone. On the Terran side, morale was greatly boosted, confidence was doubled, and the dawn of victory was seen.

Especially a strong Xuanjun like Abbot Qingjue, he is not afraid of others except for Motuo. Now that Motuo is dead, the overall situation has been decided. Today, even if you can't completely destroy the Hades army, you can come and go freely.

"Good, I really didn't expect Fan Shizhu to have such strength, even the Demon Tuo can be killed, it is comparable to the bitter sea Cihang back then, no wonder the fate of the Sword of Destruction will choose him, maybe this is all the providence in the dark. ”

Abbot Qingjue looked at Fan Lang in mid-air and was in awe.

In another place, the Demon Yama King held the big sword in his hand, staring blankly into the air, as if something had collapsed in his heart.

As a subordinate of Motuo, he is loyal and fights in the north and south. Later, the demon fell asleep, and he guarded the old master for thirty years, and his loyalty was no less than that of those famous generals of the human race.

Today the demon has woken up, ushering in the greatest hope, but also the greatest despair.

The Demon Yama King was devastated, sinking into despair, unable to pull himself together.

Since he is destined to be a general, let's end up with the end that a general should have.

He raised the knife to his neck, and the snow was bright and cold against his skin, and he moved his heart to follow the old master, but after thinking about it, he withdrew the knife again.

"I can't die like this, if I want to die, I should die in a vigorous battle!"

The Demon Yama King pulled the big sword, and he was not full of pride in his heart, but calmed down, and the blade of the knife pointed at Fan Lang in mid-air.

"All the demons around listen to the order, today is the last battle of the Hades army, and there will be no Hades army from now on!"

"No matter what kind of demon you are, whether you are born or acquired, no matter what kind of evil thoughts dominate you, kill me!

"Release your evil thoughts, do your best, and stain the world with the blood of this general!"

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the Demon Yama King exploded, and the magic power crystallization under his feet was condensed, turning into a road to heaven, he raised his knife and ran, straight to Fan Lang in mid-air, and the big knife in his hand ignited a raging demon fire.

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

"What if the Demon Tuo is dead, we are following the Demon Yama King!"

There are many militants in the army of the king of Hades, and the order of the king of Hades has somewhat stabilized the morale of the army and maintained that fighting spirit.

This is the battlefield, what can you do without fighting at this time.

In mid-air, Fan Lang swept with a sword, cutting off all the five sources of evil left behind by the Demon Tuo's treacherous wind.

These five balls of energy distorted sharply, and then exploded with a bang, completely destroyed.

A large number of Ten Thousand Evil Crystals burst out, like rain, and there were five larger red crystals mixed in there, which were the core of Ten Thousand Evils, and they were even more precious.

Fan Lang put them all away, kept them for later use, and then looked at the Demon Hell King who had already rushed to the front.

If the enemy begs for death, then give him a death.

Fan Lang held the sword in his right hand, and drew a circle in his left hand, making a flower-like shape, condensing the surging Buddha power, turning into a petal, gently wiping, and integrating into the sword.

A sword!

Fan Lang flashed with a sword, as fast as thunder and lightning, and even more powerful with the power of thunder and lightning heavenly punishment, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the Demon Yama King and stabbed it with all his might.

At this moment, the Demon Hell King swung a flaming broadsword and slashed at Fan Lang diagonally.

At this moment, it is as if the picture is frozen.

On the surface, the attacks of both sides are huge, but there is a huge gap in the internal strength, and I don't know how much stronger it is.

In the end, it was the Fate Annihilation Sword that stabbed the Demon Yama King first, ending everything about him.

Fan Lang shuttled through with his sword, and when the Buddha light passed, the body of the Demon Yama King exploded, and the big knife in his hand was also shaken away, and he didn't even touch Fan Lang's side.

One sword kill!

The Terran soldiers died on the battlefield, and they only begged for the return of the horse leather shroud.

The demon soldiers even save this, and all over the world can be turned into a demon mound, no monument, no sacrifice, and nothing is needed.

The life of the Demon Yama King came to an end, and with his death and his bones, he piled up a ladder to the strong for Fan Lang.

Fan Lang killed strong enemies in a row, and between this piece of heaven and earth, he seemed to be invincible, and his posture actually gave birth to a bit of loneliness.

"It's great to have an enemy like you. ”

Fan Lang muttered to himself, sincerely thanking the enemy.

This kind of mood is difficult for outsiders to understand, and perhaps only real men can read it.

The rest of the battle is simple, no demon can compete with Fan Lang, at best, it is just a mantis arm as a car, dying and struggling.

Kill!

The shouts of killing were endless.

......

The sun set.

Then it rises as usual.

The sun does not pity the common people, it is still bright, shining on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, this world, as if turned into purgatory, looking at it, shocking.

Is this the battle between good and evil?

No.

At least Fan Lang doesn't think so.

The evil things that the demons have done, the human race has done the same, and the two sides are half a catty.

This is just a pure racial dispute, and if it is not my race, its heart will be different.

Buddhism wants to eliminate discriminating mind, but this is not possible, and discriminating mind will always exist.

For a person, home, country, world, alien race...... The estrangement of the heart step by step, and even the natural rejection that arises in the end.

The so-called peace can only be exchanged for absolute strength and power, in front of the strong who stand at the pinnacle, no matter whether it is good or evil, no matter what race, you can only bow down, and then live according to the rules formulated by the strong, this can achieve peace.

Fan Lang sat on the top of the mountain, and the Dragon Scale Sword and the Fate Destroying Sword crossed into the rock, accompanying him.

He wanted to drink, so he did, and he accompanied it with the smell of blood that could not be dispersed in mid-air, and he drank the hottest spirits.

"A bowl of my salute to you sword-dead souls!"

Fan Lang drank halfway, waved the wine bowl, and threw it at the bottom of the mountain, the wine splashed out, and was sparkling by the sun.

The Ten Thousand Demon Caves, even if they are complete, this is a full end and a new beginning.

Fan Lang's mood at this time was very delicate and indescribable.

"Roar!"

A lion's roar sounded in the distance without warning, the sound shook the sky, and it was mixed with a strong coercion, intimidating thousands of living beings, even Fan Lang was nervous and terrified!