"Boom!" The burning eight poles directly devoured the barrier of seventy-one zero three hundred and sixty-nine, forming the eight poles again and focusing on the Xin square.

"Departure of chess, seventy-one zero three sixty-nine!" Xin Fang clasped his hands together, and summoned the mysteries of numbers from the combination of words and holy fire, condensing the illusion of clouds and heavens. At the same time, the crown aura that was firmly placed on top of Xin Fang's head switched into a layer of light in a violent blur, and disappeared in the flicker. At this moment, Xin Fang quickly grasped it and directly pulled out the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword in the Dream Holy Fire, and the sword shadows were stacked. After reproducing the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, Xin Fang took advantage of the situation and summoned a crown phantom, imprinted towards the Burning Eight Poles.

The Crown Phantom looked so small and inconspicuous against the massive Burning Eight Poles, just like the contrast between the size of a large net and a pearl. However, the Crown Phantom can run rampant in the eight poles of the burning like a pearl shuttling through a large net at this moment, weakening its laws between the potential energy. In a matter of moments, the Crown Phantom switched to the Crown Aura, and succeeded in conquering the Burning Eight Extremes, which had once been unbeatable in the Seventh Layer, and reduced it to an absolute vassal.

"Continent, rise!" Xin Fang waved the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, carving the seven digit mystical scores of "Seventy-One Zero Three Sixty-Nine" in the void, remotely sensing the crown aura, and summoning the border of the continent. The Crown Aura Continent Boundary overwhelmingly restricted the Burning Eight Poles' movements, Xin Fang roared as if venting, and even the Holy Flame was crushed between his fists, he had never pressed the Burning Eight Poles so happily.

"Destroy it, the Eight Poles Sutra Fu. Xin Fang retracted his feelings, he said lightly. I saw that the holy light on the border of the continent rose in full swing, and after breaking the blockade, covering the shackles, assimilating the essence, and fitting the layers of the heavy chic, it swallowed up the entire burning eight poles bit by bit.

With the flick of Xin Fang's fingers, the continental boundary continued to recycle towards the crown aura, and the eight poles of burning in the depths could only change towards the most primitive form of the eight poles meridian after the eight poles burned and collapsed. However, the Eight Poles Sutra Talisman, which had withstood the extreme suppression of the continental border, was obviously no longer as brave as it used to be, and at this moment it was more like a trapped beast that had been hit hard, surviving in the danger of desperation. Xin Fang let it go to the east, it must not go west, let it be more ruined, it will definitely not be in the middle of the time.

By the time the continental border was only half recovered, six or seven out of ten of the Eight Pole Warp Talismans had been destroyed, and what was left of it was used for self-repair consumption in the time that followed. However, its repair speed was far less than the consumption speed, and in the end, the Eight Pole Sutra Talisman, which had been arrogant for a long time in front of Xin, was annihilated silently.

After the continental border returned to the crown aura, it turned into a flash of light and disappeared directly from Xin Fang's field of vision. Xin Fang's eyes froze, his right hand shook forward sharply, only to see a holy flame rise out of thin air, and then burst brilliantly, and finally turned into a burst of sword shadow light wheel, converged to complete the soul restoration demon sword, and was held in Xin Fang's hand. Xin Fang attached the Soul Restoration Demon Sword to his back, but he couldn't find the storage of the Red God Bead.

"Could it be that the Red Divine Bead is hidden in the daylight of the layer?" Xin Fang looked at the changing seventh-level sky with a deep gaze, and the next thing was to witness the scene he had been waiting for for a long time—the day of the level.

In a fluctuation of the Dharma Dao, there was an inexplicable storm and storm that swept wildly. Under its involvement, whether it was the scorched black space that was destroyed by the Burning Eight Extremes, or the flow of white smoke brought about by the explosion of the Demon System, or the blood that the Blood Extreme Phantom Snake had been pursuing, a fundamental qualitative change was taking place, and instead the white boom occupied and ruled the seventh level of heaven.

After a level of interval, Xin Fang exhaled lightly. The daylight is a summary of his progress. After continuous tests of life and death, he continued to strengthen himself in killing opponents who were stronger than himself, and had enough motivation for his dreams, Xin Fang walked step by step with difficulties and happiness.

The white layer gradually opened up the day, and the sky was like a cloudy scene, but in the blurred white, there were still patches of red stars. Xin Fang frowned, this level of daylight does not seem to be so simple, but under the premise of not knowing the situation, he wants to respond to all changes with the same.

The daylight eventually forms, and the red dot range still exists. In the place where the red dots are most concentrated, an entrance and exit are gradually derived, and its appearance attracts the red dots to flow into it. What made Xin Fang feel amazing was that when those red dots flowed to a certain distance, the Soul Restoration Demon Sword behind him reacted.

It was a call, a call of friendship and foe.

The flow of the red dot continues, and the entrances and exits of the seventh to eighth levels have been settled. Xin Fang then reached out and held the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword in his hand, and dodged towards the entrance and exit of the plane. The red dot hit Xin Fang's body, and no matter what size it was, it was bounced off. Xin Fangtan held a handful of red dots in his hand, let go and looked at them, those had nothing to do with the Blood Pole Phantom Snake for a long time, but seemed to be a kind of Dharma Storage.

"What kind of demonic beast is the guardian of the eighth level?" Xin Fang asked lightly, his eyes were full of battle intent, now his normal cultivation can reach the middle level of the earth system, and occasionally reach the amazing demon system under the condition of going against the sky. But Xin Fang was not satisfied with this. Only by constantly fighting the strong can he continue to improve his strength, knowing that he is trying to wipe out a country, which forces his abilities to rival that of a strong army.

"Lead the way. Xin Fang let go of the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword and let it soar among the red dots, while he quietly followed. A sword and a person finally came to the front of the entrance and exit of the level in the continuous shuttle of the red dot flow, it was a faint light curtain, with a kind of heroism that swallowed everything, when every drop of red dots broke through the entrance, Xin Fang seemed to be able to sense their spiritual excitement.

"Could it be that these red dots are the Red Divine Beads of the Blood Extreme Phantom Snake?" Xin Fang held a handful of red dots again, but he really couldn't sense any breath of life and death, it was completely the feeling of the Dharma Dao attribute. The Soul Returning Demon Sword finally pierced into the light curtain, Xin Fang saw this and sprinkled red dots, his eyes locked on the entrance and exit of the layer, and then flashed away, holding the Soul Returning Demon Sword, and finally broke through the entrance and exit of the layer and entered the eighth layer.

"The Red God Bead is really out of bounds. Xin Fang looked at the Red Divine Bead that he had caught from the unique red light of the red dot at the moment he broke through the light curtain, and then put it into the Heaven Swallowing Illusion Bag, and then looked at the general environment of the eighth layer.

Under the darkness of the night, the breeze was swaying, and Xin Fang was standing in a forest at the moment, and every grass and tree around him seemed to be black and green. In front of him was a sparkling lake, and the collision between the waves of water would cause a sound like a tiger howling and a wolf howling every time. In the middle of the lake is a small island, covered in black fog, and there is no trace of any existence at all.

"Woo!" suddenly came a deafening ghostly cry that made the soul shudder, tearing through the space like thunder. Xin Fang looked up at Gao Tian, it was in the distant sky, there was a white ghost like a ghost. Xin Fa moved, and the Definition of the Universe was released from his eyebrows, and he explored the white ghost, which he found to be a palanquin shrouded in an eerie ghostly light and pulled by two ghost fires. As for the situation in the sedan chair, Xin Fang couldn't sense it at all.

"The guardian beast of the eighth level. Xin Fang raised the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword diagonally, his arms burning with holy fire, ready to fight at all times. However, Xin Fang is not in a hurry to make a move, at least he has to see what the eighth level guardian demonic beast looks like in order to determine the battle plan, as the so-called "know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles".

The ghost fire sedan chair quickly approached the cold lake, and finally landed on the island in a straight line above the middle of the lake. The black fog on the island precipitated, and the ghost light of the sedan chair slowly withdrew, showing the true face of the ghost fire sedan chair for Xin Fang: the sedan chair as a whole composed entirely of skeletons and white bones, and two cold ghost fires burning in front and behind. And what Xin Fang valued the most was that at such a close distance, the sedan chair was able to prevent Xin Fang's exploration of the universe definition in his state of full concentration, and it completely shielded the magic breath of the level guardian demonic beast.

"Hahahaha! Immature human beings, fire-based cultivation, strange combinations, I just don't know what it will taste like when I eat it later?hahahaha!" The ghostly ghost cry of the guardian monster came from the ghost fire sedan chair, and the sound was even more terrifying in this quiet night. Then I saw the two complete skeleton shelves of the gate formed by the gate on the side of the sedan chair facing Xin Fang, one moving to the left, the other to the right, and finally giving way to a black hole, from which a constant ghost aura permeated.

Under Xin Fang's attention, a figure slowly floated out of the ghostly fire sedan chair shrouded in ghostly energy.