Xin Fang quickly recovered from the shock of calligraphy that relied on the true prototype of Hell. No matter how gorgeous the scroll is, it is the bearer of evil after all, and evil can never coexist with beauty.

The study of calligraphy and painting led Xin Fang to quickly record the state of relying on hell in his consciousness. After Xin Fang's account was completed, the reflections of hell that were distributed on the edge of his consciousness slowly disappeared into obscurity. Immediately, Xin Fang also retracted his thoughts and refocused on the ghost fire sedan chair that was overturning in front of him in front of him in reality.

Xin Fang, who had mastered the true prototype of relying on hell, was already open in the face of the ghost fire sedan chair that originally confused him, and he continuously entered the records into the immortal reverse wind Xuanguang of the internal structure of the ghost fire sedan chair in the depths. In the process of being consumed by the fairy wind, its outer layer gradually became blurred, and a pair of calligraphy and paintings that had once intoxicated Xin Fang in the world of consciousness appeared in front of him, and the ghost fire sedan chair finally switched to relying on hell.

However, Xin Fang did not dare to touch Relying on Hell, first, he was worried that relying on Hell would break out to kill, and second, he was afraid that the location of the Crown Continent and Relying on Hell had become special, and any abnormal movement would attract the attention of the Hell Horse Face in the eighth layer, which was contrary to Xin Fang's original intention of launching a surprise attack. Since he couldn't touch the Hell of Leaning, then Xin conveniently tried to touch the Hell of Leaning simply through Guò Xian against the wind in the consumption of the internal structure of Hell of Leaning.

Xin Fang's hands pressed again, and the majestic holy fire boiled on the palm surface, and he once again condensed the essence of the magic weapon of the Soul Restoration Demon Sword, using the Crown Continent as the carrier to release the coercion. Xin Fang shouted: "With a human sword." Crown Continent. I saw him raise his hands and sweep out two sword shadows. The overlapping spaces are engraved around the hell that is leaning. Xin Fa moved, and the sword shadow reversed the cycle. Eventually, it transformed into a continental phantom, enveloping Hell in it.

"Control!" Xin Fang said solemnly, he sacrificed his twin swords and swirled around each other, and the small holy flame formed a shadow wheel, constantly releasing runes. Xin Fang's hands froze suddenly, and the continent phantom in front of him began to retract, clinging to the relying hell, and the demon system magic breath instantly rushed into Xin Fang's meridian system.

"Suppress me!" Xin Fang shouted violently, and the mana rose from the dantian. It began to fill the meridians, guiding the demonic magic breath to enter the meridians that flowed to the dantian, so as to divert into the large and small dantians for dilution. But the Demon Breath is the primary level of the Demon System after all, although it is very lonely, lonely, and no longer brave, but the foundation is still strong, and it is a higher level than the peak Magic Breath of the Earth System that Xin Fang has worked hard to manage. The constant flood of demonic magic breath made Xin Fang feel like he fell into a nightmare of the meridians of the Imperial Emperor's Dragon Creation in the sixth layer.

There is a crisis in the upper dantian, there is a crisis in the big dantian, and there is a crisis in the meridian system. There was a crisis in the world of consciousness, and the constant crisis made Xin Fang have to hastily end this round of immortal rebellion and wind casting, withdraw the continent phantom, and leave the hell of reliance.

"Hey. Relying on hell is really hard to control. Xin Fang shook his head and sighed, and then he began to prepare for the implementation of the next set of plans. Since the most difficult control could not solve Xin Fang's problem, he could only retreat and choose to rely on Hell to destroy him.

Compared to mastering the magic weapon. It is relatively easy to destroy the magic weapon because it does not need to pay attention to the fit and operability. As long as the instantaneous burst of mana can overshadow the magic weapon, then that magic weapon will be destroyed. As for the Cheng dù of ruining miè. Then it depends on the caster's practice and the nature of the magic weapon.

Xin Fang looked at the Hell in front of him, his right hand reached forward, and a continental reflection was gradually derived. It would be best to be able to successfully destroy Hell in order to gain the consciousness of death, and then wreak havoc on Hell without the gods knowing. If he can't, Xin Fang can only fight with Hell Horse Noodles head-on, so he has no way to kill Hell Horse Noodles, and when the time comes, he will die instead of grinding.

"With the human sword, the crown continent!" Xin Fang pushed with his right palm, and the reflection of the entire continent was like substance, so substantial that even the wind and grass in the world above could be seen clearly. The reflection of the continent is like a flying island, directly impacting the hell of the dependent. Leaning on the outer layer of Hell is like being arranged with an illusionary circle, so that the reflection of the continent like Feidao is like touching the surface of the water when it touches the entire parallel plane, and sinks into the invisible in a wave of ripples.

Although Xin Fang's external eyes, legal sense, and cosmic definition could not detect the existence of the reflection of the continent's essence, his magic empathy clearly felt that the continent's reflection was relying on the behavior of the hell, and the destruction of the miè was more thrilling than the control, and the movement it caused was even greater. Under the attention of Xin Fang, the balance of the continental reflection reached the extreme, and the reaction was imminent. Finally, in a stinging pain in Xin Fang's consciousness meridians, the reflection of the continent collapsed. And this is just the appearance, what really attracts Xin Fang's attention is the deconstruction of hell hidden behind it.

Xin Fang held his breath, as if he was waiting to see the great man Penglai City Lord Huang Dun. When the stinging pain in Xin Fang's meridians subsided, he finally saw with his own eyes that Leaning on Hell was torn apart. Xin Fang chuckled, and then stopped focusing on the latest developments in Hell as he was able to grasp the Cheng Dù of Hell Destruction. After solving the long-standing problem of hell destruction, Xin Fang began to devote himself to the collection of death consciousness. For a human genius who possesses a crippled master primordial god, has opened his soul, and has a very rebellious will and belief, it is not difficult to collect it when facing the death consciousness of a fire powerhouse.

Xin Fang kept spinning the sword style in his right hand, and there was a trace of fire in the Xuanguang Cycle, which was the outward manifestation of the consciousness of death. At the same time, the hell of reliance, which was in the state of the true archetypal calligraphy scroll in front of him, began to undergo and fade away. Xin Fang's right hand held the sword high, his ears and hair, as if he was listening to the small holy fire. He intently sensed the consciousness of death contained in the small holy fire, and finally opened a ray of light to connect with the outside world.

"What is Hell Horse Noodles doing?" Xin Fang frowned as he looked at the eighth layer.

Although Xin Fang's series of events on the Crown Continent seemed to have gone through a long time, it was only a moment after the eighth level. But even if this is an extremely short period of time, but in the eyes of the hell horse who is like an arrow and anxious at this moment, it is a moment or ten thousand years. It can't stand the indifference of the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, it can't stand the indifference of the natal hexagram, it doesn't want to wait for another thousand years and still be confused, and even waiting for an hour is torture for it, it can't accept that the excitement of its thousands of miles of rushing straight out of the clouds suddenly came to naught. It's unwilling, it's unwilling, it's roaring wildly.

"React to the deity!" Hell Horse roared, angry enough to dedicate it to the Beast Frenzy Horror - the Soul Returning Demon Sword fell, but it finally held back, and no matter how angry it was, it didn't dare to move the Soul Restoration Sword. Hell Horse blushed and looked at the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, and at this moment, a burst of light suddenly appeared in the position of its afterglow natal hexagram.

Hell Horse Face quickly turned his head to look at the natal hexagram, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he said excitedly: "Severed head scar! Hahaha!" Hell Horse Face rearranged the Soul Resurrection Demon Sword, sat on the Fortune Method, and the meridians were connected, and began to link the natal hexagram. Under the performance of excitement, excitement, nervousness, ecstasy and many other crazy emotions, the upper dantian of the Hell Horse Mask successfully sensed the natal hexagram.

"Hmmm, no! there's a stranger!" Hellhorse was shocked, and he hurriedly retreated. However, its law was one-sidedly restricted, and it was too late to make strong preparations. I saw a figure flash in front of Hell Horse with lightning speed, and he was none other than Xin Fang, who was shrouded in holy fire and smiling. Faster than Xin Fang was a seemingly extremely simple arc that the Crown Continent had transformed.

Simple is the most complex, and the best proof of how terrifying that arc is a terrifying threat is in the pupils of the hell horse face that frantically expands to the extreme.

The arc swept by, silently. (To be continued......)