The artistic conception of death, ordinary people may not be able to understand the horror in it, but for Fang Cun, this is absolutely the most important thing, whether it is for the improvement of his own perception or the opening of the origin of reincarnation, it is absolutely precious.

The strength of the Death Eagle is not very strong, and even the Origin of Killing has only just touched it, if the artistic conception of death is put aside, I am afraid that it is not much stronger than Nangong Hatred, but it is precisely because of the existence of the artistic conception of Death that his combat power has soared to the point where it is comparable to the most outstanding disciples of the major forces, and the gap is enough to move anyone, but the artistic conception of death is different from the power of the origin, and no one can detect it at all.

It's a pity that Fang Cun is different, in the ancient killing domain to understand the artistic conception of life and death, to understand the wheel of life and death, but also to absorb the power of life and death in that piece of the ancient killing domain, although this artistic conception of life and death has not really been mastered, but it has also touched the edge. Now that the dead eagle has developed the artistic conception of death, how can it still conceal the perception of the square inch.

It's just that Fang Cun still doesn't understand how to comprehend the artistic conception of death with the strength of the Dead Eagle, to say that it is difficult, the difficulty of comprehending this artistic conception is still above the source of comprehension.

Not to mention anything else, Fang Cun's demon-level talent is terrifying enough, right? However, since he realized the artistic conception of life and death, until now, he still hasn't really controlled it, and it can be seen that it is so difficult to enter the house.

In terms of talent, Fang Cun asked himself that this dead eagle would never surpass himself, but in terms of the feeling of the artistic conception of death, the other party was far above him.

This is not so much a battle, but rather a statement, Fang Cun is forcing the other party to release the artistic conception of death, taking the opportunity to understand, of course, this can not be said, otherwise, the dead eagle is not a fool, it is impossible to honestly cooperate with you to understand.

Fortunately, Fang Cun didn't want to discuss with him at all, just fight, under the suppression of absolute strength, he couldn't help but use the artistic conception of death, otherwise, he would collapse immediately, and under the threat of death, Death Eagle had no choice at all.

"This time, I admit it, if there are any conditions, you can open it. The face was constantly supported by the thunder, and the dead eagle spoke with the last ray of hope.

As a killer, Dead Eagle cherishes his life far more than ordinary people, in the precious foreign objects are virtual, only by surviving, there are infinite possibilities, at this time, as long as Fang Cun puts forward conditions, he will not hesitate to agree.

It's not that he doesn't have the dignity of a strong man, it's just that for Dead Eagle, that's what he believes.

Failure is no big deal for a killer, as long as you can live, there is always a chance to succeed.

From Fang Cun's appearance to now, it has only been a few minutes, however, for Nangong Hate and Murong Yan, all this is like a dream, the enemy who was forcing them to be cornered before, and almost couldn't even die, is now in front of Fang Cun, but he is as weak as a child, and he has no power to fight back at all, such a contrast is unbelievable for them who have just escaped from the death line.

Especially Nangong Hate, he is completely at a loss, you know, when he was in Dancheng before, he was still unashamedly threatening others, but now that he recalls it, how funny is it?

Although his own strength is not good, but Nangong Hate is a member of the Nangong family after all, and his father is the head of the Nangong family, with the strength of the peak of the Holy Order, and his eyesight is still some, and now he has obviously realized the origin of the thunder to a terrifying level, and he is only one step away from stepping into the Holy Order. Moreover, such an understatement is simply not doing your best, as long as you are not a fool, you can understand that people's backgrounds are only very terrifying. Such a character, even if he arrives at the Nangong family, is qualified to talk directly to the head of the Nangong family.

"You can't come up with anything that appeals to me. Lazily looking at the dead eagle, Fang Cun said lightly, "Half an hour, I don't have a sword, as long as you can survive half an hour in my hands, I will let you live." "How many moves does the ghost have to make? What are you kidding, Fang Cun is not trying to compete with him now, in order to understand the artistic conception of death released by the other party, according to time, it is in the best interest of Fang Cun.

It's just that as soon as these words came out, they really scared everyone, and they almost didn't go crazy.

You must know that when a real strong man fights, the winner can be determined in a moment, and a dozen fights for half an hour are not nonsense? In the outer heavens, but there is no way to absorb spiritual power from the starry sky to replenish it, this kind of war of attrition, who can fight it in a normal person?

Death Eagle subconsciously thought that Fang Cun was mocking, and he didn't mean to let him go at all, and in an instant, a dead air suddenly diffused from his body, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and Sen Ran said, "Boy, this is what you forced me, even if it is death, I will definitely pull you to be buried with me." ”

As he spoke, a terrifying death intent burst out from the body of the dead eagle, even if it was a square inch, at this moment, a chill appeared in his heart.

In just a few breaths, the power of the Death Artistic Conception released by the Death Eagle increased by three times, and a faint aura of death filled the surroundings, even the continuous bombardment of Purple Night Sky Thunder could not erase the imprint of all this.

However, feeling this moment, Fang Cun did not have the slightest fear at all, but became more and more excited.

If the artistic conception of death before was not strong enough, then now that the death eagle is desperate, the artistic conception of death is becoming clearer and clearer, and Fang Cun can really grasp the context.

"Get out of the way, let me go far away, otherwise, don't blame me if you die!"

With a cold snort, Fang Cun shouted in the direction of Nangong Hatred, and the power of the thunder origin of the body also increased a little, and the roaring thunder power revealed endless coercion, once again resisting the erosion of the artistic conception of death.

"Thank you Brother Fang, let's retreat, but I won't leave, Brother Fang killed this thief, let me thank you again." As soon as he gritted his teeth, Nangong hated and immediately hugged his fists, he was very clear about his own strength, and now whether it was the power of the Death Eagle or Fang Cun, it was far from being able to compete with him or Murong Yan, it was useless to stay here, and it could be touched at any time.

As soon as Fang Cun opened his mouth like this, he didn't hesitate anymore and pulled Murong Yan to fly into the distance.

"Exit Baili!" glanced coldly at Nangong Hate, and Fang Cun spoke again.

Baili, even if Nangong hated to hear this, he almost didn't fall down, originally according to his idea, he would definitely not be threatened if he withdrew at most ten miles, but as soon as Fang Cun's words came out, he immediately dispelled other thoughts, and honestly dragged Murong Yan and flew out. It's just that he can't figure out why he wants to withdraw from such a distance of Baili, you know, Baili, it's really not the slightest trace of this side can be seen, and even with his strength, it's hard to feel the movement of the battle.

Seeing that Nangong hated the disobedience of his words, Fang Cun refocused his attention on the dead eagle.

Let Nangong hate them and leave, naturally he is not afraid of accidental injury, with Fang Cun's current strength, if he wants to protect anyone, it is impossible to hurt him with the death eagle. Let them go, simply because, there are some means, Fang Cun does not want anyone to see.

"What do you want?" Death Eagle is not a fool, in the face of Fang Cun's pressure, he also understands that even if he is desperate, he is probably far from Fang Cun's opponent, let Nangong hate them to leave, he subconsciously thought that Fang Cun wanted to negotiate with him on what terms.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, and Fang Cun said slowly, "I said, dead people, there is no need to know so much." ”

While speaking, Fang Cun's body suddenly overflowed with a strange aura, and in a moment, his eyes suddenly changed sè, one black and one white, weird and terrifying!

The wheel of life and death!

At this moment, Fang Cun finally showed the wheel of life and death, and the artistic conception of life and death suddenly revealed, pressing towards the death eagle!

"This is the artistic conception of life and death?!!!" Knowing the artistic conception of death, the death eagle felt the abnormality almost instantly, and was shocked, almost biting his tongue, and there was a trace of indescribable fear in his eyes.

He cultivated the artistic conception of death, and naturally understood the horror of the artistic conception of life and death better than anyone else, and the artistic conception of death alone gave him today's achievements.

It wasn't until this moment that Death Eagle finally understood why Fang Cun wanted Nangong to hate them leaving, and in an instant, his fear of Fang Cun had reached its peak, and his mind kept turning, but he still couldn't connect Fang Cun with someone.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you targeting me?" In an instant, Death Eagle almost went crazy, such a strong man, to kill him is simply to turn his hands, there is no need to spend so much effort, and there is no need to even show the artistic conception of life and death.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Fang Cun said lightly, "I originally planned to force you to release the artistic conception of death to help me slowly comprehend, but now it seems that there is no need for this." ”

What made Fang Cun suddenly change his mind was nothing else, but a little devil!

When the Death Eagle was desperate and made the power of the Artistic Conception of Death soar, the little devil jumped out and clearly told Fang Cun that there was no need to waste time tossing around here slowly, and the Artistic Conception of Death of this strength could be directly devoured.

That's right, devouring!For the square inch itself, it is naturally impossible to complete, but don't forget, there is also the existence of the Wing of the Demon Hún.

In the past, the little devil once said that to unlock the second seal of the Wings of the Demon Hún, it was to devour the origin of the five elements of Dacheng, and the Wings of the Devil Hún itself had the ability to devour!

Now although the artistic conception of death is not the origin of the five elements, but with the wings of the demon hún can also be devoured, for Fang Cun, there is nothing more convenient than swallowing it and then slowly digesting it, opening the wheel of life and death, just to let the little devil directly swallow the artistic conception of death into his own wheel of life and death.

In an instant, a pair of white sè wings suddenly bloomed behind Fang Cun's back, and the next moment, Fang Cun's whole person still turned into a phantom, and smashed into the dead eagle with a punch, and the crazy devouring power broke out silently, snatching the artistic conception of death from the dead eagle's body!@.