Attacking inside and outside, Xin Fang had no way to retreat. Starting from the Crown Continent, Hell Horse Noodles constantly restricted Xin Fang's cultivation and reversed the situation. And in the eighth level of the outside world, Hell Horse Face, who did not rely on hell, also rebelled against heaven and earth, and began to occupy a certain advantage in the battle with Xin Fang, who had the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword. The combination of internal and external advantages gives Hellhorse a huge advantage in the face of Xinfang.

Xin Fang's range of activity was gradually compressed into a projectile range, and although his magic path was ready to be launched, it could not be smoothly connected, and the only active range was the crown aura. The extreme scene made him feel a mountain of pressure, and Xin Fang could only build a defense through constant spell burning. However, the high-intensity maneuvering will only make Xin Fang feel more and more powerless, and perhaps the only good news is that he can wear away the remote control between Hell and Hell Horse Face.

"I can only make a desperate bet, hoping to fool Hell Horse Face. If it really doesn't work, you can only ask the patriarch to help. "Xin Fang will always keep a way back for himself, and going through a desperate situation is to hone himself, not to send him to death, not to mention that he still has unfulfilled long-cherished wishes.

"With the human sword, the crown continent!" Xin Fang was extremely active in the Holy Flame, returning the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword to the original sword, although that would make his magic path more restricted, but more importantly, this was the only way that Xin Fang could cut off the internal and external attacks of the Hell Horse at the moment.

"Isolation, Soul Restoration Demon Sword!" Xin Fang's whole body was bathed in the burning holy fire, and every attribute particle in his body was greedily matching with the holy fire intent. In the frenzied resistance of relying on Hell and the extreme oppression of Hell Horse Face, Xin Fang gradually became one with the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, which was neither sustenance nor fit. It's a blending, a terrible blending.

The sword breath filled every consciousness meridian of Xin Fang. The huge flow of information caused him to fall into a coma in an instant. However, for Xin Fang, fortunately, at the last moment, he succeeded in killing the remote sensing link between Hell Horse Face and relying on Hell. Of course, Xin Fang, who was in a state of faintness, didn't know the good news that he had created Zào.

The law rises and falls, and the face of the hell horse recovers the form of limbs and facial features, it tears the plane and strides into the air, and its clear eyes keep flashing with sensing magic. Suddenly, Hellhorse's dark, ghostly eyes suddenly lit up, and he refused to take his eyes off it.

"Soul Resurrection Demon Sword! Key!" Hell Horse Face was ecstatic, it excitedly rushed straight to the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword that was scribbling in the remnant air, held it in the palm of his hand, and laughed in a trembling voice: "You can go back! The deity can finally leave this broken place!" Hell Horse Face immediately looked around vigilantly. Whispered to himself: "Damn old ghost Shen, when the deity comes back next time, it will be the day when Lord Horror sweeps the Fangcun Palace!"

After carefully examining the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword a few more times, Hell Horse was willing to put the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword into his Heaven Devouring Phantom Bag, and then it turned around and fell back to its lair in a loud voice, the lake at the edge of the forest, which was not affected by the law, the island in the center of the lake.

Hell Horseface entered the palanquin hall on the central island without stopping, and after entering it, it couldn't wait to take out the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword from the Sky Swallowing Phantom Bag, admiring and reminiscing at the aftertaste. Sword breath cultivation. Fascinated by the Hell Horse, it sighed deeply and said, "For thirty years, the deity has never dared to set foot on the severed head of the Heavenly Scar. Beast Realm. I haven't seen you for a thousand years, are you okay? Lord Horror, Sima is still alive! I'm still alive!"

Hellhorse laughed maniacally. It's been suppressed for too long, and it needs to be vented to its heart's content. Failure, dazedness, despair, sinking, decadence, depravity. A qiē pessimism, so that it can only be happy with propaganda. Of course Hellhorse Faces knows. The so-called "ghost world ghosts see sorrows" and "horse killing machines" are the fierce names of the real powerhouses of the third realm. If there is no Killing Forbidden War Demon System Law Breath Offensive as a formation foundation, only with the Hell Horse Face's own cultivation will be a third-rate powerhouse in the ghost world, and in the eyes of the patriarch Shen Wu, he is a humble ant in the corner of the edge of the world of consciousness, Shen Wu can annihilate it lightly with just one thought, and it is the end of the soul flying and scattered. That's why Hell Horse is eager to return to the beast world, and only by returning to the beast world and finding the beast madness is its spring.

"Thirty years of research is always rewarding. Holding the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, Hell Horse looked at a small bronze bell filled with transparent runes in the center of the hall, and said softly: "Old Ghost Shen, you didn't expect that the deity secretly hid the natal hexagram in his soul at the risk of falling. Thousands of years of forbearance are finally about to be activated, hahaha!" Hell Horse almost cried with joy, it stared at the soul resurrection demon sword in its hand, its eyes were vicissitudes, and said, "I will be able to go out soon!"

Hell Horse walked up to the small bronze bell that it called the natal hexagram, and after putting the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword into the Heaven Swallowing Phantom Bag, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground level, facing the natal hexagram, and chanting words in his mouth. Under the rendering of the Hell Horse's breath, those sound spells strangely appeared to materialize and fluctuate, and gradually played the arcane chapter on the Hell Horse's demonic breath layer.

In the increasingly ethereal streamer, the Hell Horse Face gradually switched to the form of three heads and six arms. And the formation of the three heads and six arms is not the end of the hell horse face, the streamer continues, and the natal hexagram still has no reaction. The streamer re-circulated after a period of balancing. The more it turns, the smaller the range, and finally it stabilizes between the dantian on the face of the hell horse and the totemic core on the surface of the natal hexagram, and then condenses the light and creates a link.

The light of the link is constantly transformed between the substance and the void, divided into fragments, and the flow of the law.

The eyes of the hell horse slowly opened, frozen in vicissitudes, as if they could freeze the years. And the source of this qiē is actually just the reflection reaction of the natal hexagram. Hellhorse sighed, "It's an amazing feeling to run for life. It's just a pity to lose and rely on hell. Hellhorse's eyes flashed with regret, and then it shook its head and smiled: "As long as we can return to Lord Horror, with the achievements of our clan back then and my current cultivation, I am still worried that there is no equivalent or even better magic weapon, and it may be possible to rely on heaven." Ha ha. It lightly pressed its hand on the Sky Swallowing Phantom Bag and said with a dumb smile: "As for the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, it is still the Soul Horror Master who is qualified to control it. Even the strongest can be understated, which shows how relaxed the mentality of the hell horse is at this moment.

Gradually, the light segment linking the dantian on the surface of the Hell Horse and the core of the totem on the surface of the natal hexagram began to diverge, as if the ancient gate slowly opened with charm. Seeing this scene, Hellhorse's eyes were full of madness, the so-called once in a thousand years, but that's it. However, at the moment when Hell Horse was most looking forward to, the light segment suddenly appeared chaotic, and a beautiful moment was shattered. Hell Horse was so frightened that he jumped to his feet, and he even hit his head on the beams of the house.

At the same time as the Hell Horse's face was thundering, in its Heaven Devouring Illusion Bag Heavy Treasure Area, there was a Soul Resurrection Demon Sword suspended in peace. The outside of the sword was quiet, but there were subtle changes taking place inside the sword.

The crown continent that carries the sealed space is blue and the yellow spring is brilliant, and the flow is pouring out. At this moment, the relying hell that had returned to the form of a ghost fire sedan chair was rolling on its side under a mountain peak on the continent like a dead silence, constantly releasing demonic magic breath. In the sky corresponding to it, there was an extremely ordinary and extremely unusual celestial cloud suspended in it. This celestial cloud is said to be ordinary because it is just a cloud without any special at first glance, and it is not ordinary because it is the only celestial cloud that is unprecedentedly unique in the entire Crown Continent. The Crown Continent has never given birth to Tianyun, and this time is certainly no exception. This "sky cloud" is actually another manifestation of the mysteries of numbers.

The sky clouds suddenly blurred, and a burst of scorched black quickly spread, and then a small holy flame continued to break through from it, and quickly spread to cover the entire sky cloud, and in a few moments it switched to a burning fire cloud, faintly still lingering with a faint magic breath.

"I really got through it on my own. The fire cloud unfolded, and Xin Fang's feeling of weakness came out of it. When the fire cloud settled, inside the firmament was a bright and charming blue star, and on top was the prostrated Xin Fang.

Xin Fang magically relied on himself to escape from the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword under the effect of the three killing machines.

At this moment, Xin Fang's face was tired, full of broken and segmented law breath, and he wanted to laugh but was too tired to laugh. However, his eyes were still bright, and a pair of eyes were releasing excitement that could not be concealed. However, the power of tiredness is earth-shattering, even if Xin Fang continues to insist on the active consciousness of the little holy flame, he still can't stop the sleepiness from coming. Xin Fang finally reluctantly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Xin Fang's deep sleep lasted for three months in the Crown Continent (but the time in the Crown Continent is eternal, no matter how long it lasts, it may only be a moment in the outside world). When Xin Fang woke up again, his mental state had obviously changed drastically from before he fell asleep, and the peak of the earth system's law breath made him worthy of the title of "Crown Continent Master".

Xin Fang jumped up, levitating above the blue star, he casually took the fire cloud of the sky into his palm, condescendingly looking down at the entire continent space, and finally locked his eyes on the domineering Hell directly below. (To be continued......)