Daji leaned back hard, shifted his weight back, held his breath, and gritted his teeth.

Deng Chanyu stepped into an arrow, her left leg bent, Daji almost straddled her lap, her right leg was straight, and the two maintained a strange posture, holding hands and opening the bow little by little.

"Relax."

"Hard!"

Deng Chanyu kept making a sound, adjusting the posture of the two of them, so as to twist the strength into a rope.

Difficulty!

This is the thought that arises when the bow is drawn halfway through.

Deng Chanyu felt that Pingxin Niangniang looked solemn and calm, and she was still the same as the ancestor witch in her bones, and she was too inconsiderate.

Always treat Daji as a Wu clan, the Pangu world of that day is like this, and today's sunset bow is also like this, the fact is that Daji and Wu are completely different.

She hadn't seen Hou Yi, but if she could shoot the sun down, it must be a strong man standing on his fist and a horse running on his arm.

Daji? Those little hands don't seem to be able to see the bones, the skin is delicate, and the fingers are pointy, this is not the material for martial arts training!

Directly sent Hou Yi's sunset bow over, it looks very generous, and it is actually very generous, but Da Ji has thin arms and thin legs, how can she have this strength?

As the sunset bow slowly opened, the simple sunset arrow rested on the bow.

Deng Chanyu pulled this bow very reluctantly, she tried to use eight or nine Xuangong to become Chang'e's appearance, but the bow did not change at all, she could only use brute force to improve her own strength to the extreme, and the aiming was handed over to Daji.

After three breaths, Deng Chanyu's arm was already a little sore.

She couldn't hold the bow for long, and Daji felt a heavy wheezing sound around her neck, and she tried to lock on to the lamp with her mind.

At this time, Yunxiao was urging the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket with all his might, and a large amount of turbid gas and yellow sand surrounded the lanterns.

The mana belonging to the quasi-saint is like a flood that opens the floodgates, and at most a stick of incense, the lamp will fall out of the quasi-saint realm, and he will not be an opponent when he becomes a Da Luo Jin Immortal.

The old yin is more distorted than the face.

After so many years of transformation, today is his own death?

He tried to call the Zhun Ti saint of the Western religion to save himself, but he didn't care so much, he could only say anything else if he saved his old life.

He called three times in a row.

For the saint, even if the heavens are in chaos, calling the name directly is also sensitive.

As a result, Zhun Ti didn't respond at all this time, and he didn't know if the other party didn't hear it or didn't want to rescue.

In the end, he called for Yuan Shi Tianzun, which also did not respond.

Without the Tongtian Sect Master's move, the Heavenly Dao side blocked his request for help.

"Lao Dao is dead today, and I have to bring you to the funeral together!"

Burning the lamp no longer resisted the erosion of the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket on him, the mana in his body was rapidly draining, and he was about to fall out of the quasi-saint realm, and a black coffin phantom suddenly appeared behind him.

For immortals, it is a very harmful thing to fight back to their original form.

When the world was opened, there were all kinds of people in any shape and shape.

After the first tribulation of the dragon and phoenix, Hongjun determined, one head, one body, two hands and two feet, my old man's appearance is the innate Dao body, you all have to cultivate according to me.

It doesn't matter if it's a compliance test or not, that's what the Heavenly Dao of the Flood Desolation stipulates anyway.

If you don't do this, then cultivation will be half the effort, and there will be so many heavenly tribulations and earth tribulations that they can toss you to death.

Nuwa was a human body with a snake tail, and at this time she hurriedly transformed into a human form, and the remaining innate gods also changed their appearance one by one, becoming in line with the requirements of the Heavenly Dao.

The human race took advantage of it, because Nuwa made people according to her own appearance, and once all the human races were born, even if they were innate Dao bodies to some extent, their cultivation speed was much faster than that of the demon race, and the demon race that had practiced for thousands of years could not beat the Terran Taoist priests who had practiced for decades, which was a kind of favor from the way of heaven and Nuwa to the human race.

The Spirit Tooth Immortal and the Qi Shou Immortal were still able to fight with Manjushri and Fuxian for dozens of rounds when they were in the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, and after being beaten back to their original form, they lost their innate Dao body, and the realm, supernatural powers, and mana that they had cultivated before were all wildly descended, and they could only be used as mounts honestly.

At this time, the lamp abandoned everything after the transformation, only kept the last trace of clarity, and the rest returned to its original form, and saw that the black coffin gradually turned into reality, the coffin lid opened, and a huge suction appeared out of thin air, as if the innate evil qi that could devour the entire Three Realms enveloped the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, dyeing this fierce array into ink.

The clouds bear the brunt.

A large amount of yellow sand and turbidity were sucked into the black coffin, she stood upright with her sword, her expression was not a little flustered, and she patted the mud pill palace, a Kun Dao who was wearing a moon-white palace dress with a good face and a ninety percent resemblance to her walked out, this is her good corpse.

"Please help me."

"Yes."

Yunxiao stabilized the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, and the good corpse beckoned, and Zhao Gongming hurriedly sacrificed Dinghaizhu.

Twenty-four Dinghai Pearls surrounded the black coffin, this side of the world was suppressed, the magic trick in the hands of the good corpse changed, and twenty-four auspicious clouds descended from the Dinghai Pearl, which resisted the innate evil qi gushing out of the black coffin.

Originally, the lamp was an entity, and the black coffin was a phantom, but it slowly became that the black coffin was an entity, and the lamp became a phantom behind the black coffin.

The traces of the burning lamp were rapidly dissipating, and the old Dao's face became unhappy and sad, and his figure began to blur.

Even if he wins this battle in the end, or narrowly escapes with his life, the remaining one is no longer the Burning Lamp Daoist.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and Daji jerked off the bowstring at this point.

This is the last arrow left by Hou Yi in the world.

The arrow is engraved with Hou Yi's will.

The will is not a soul, it is not a primordial spirit, but a force that is biased towards the spiritual level.

It is precisely with the existence of this will that they can pull the sunset bow, Hou Yi's combat power before his death is comparable to that of Da Luo Jinxian, and his weapon is not something that Deng Chanyu, a little Xuan Immortal, can pull away as a heavenly immortal.

The tail feathers of the sun-shooting arrow are waving in the wind, and the arrow is blazing with fire, and the domineering energy locks onto the burning lamp.

The black coffin sensed the direction of the arrow and tried to block it with the innate evil qi.

As an arrow made of innate Fusang wood, it originally carried the innate fire essence, and at this time, the scorching flame turned into a phoenix phantom, penetrating the evil qi that covered the sky and the sun, penetrated the continuous yin thunder, and suddenly broke out with a loud noise, and the last arrow was nailed to the front of the coffin.

There was a loud "bang".

Even the black coffin containing an unpredictable world inside was violently shaken by this arrow, and the innate evil qi that had accumulated countless Yuan Hui was instantly shattered by more than half.

The black coffin was first trapped by Dinghaizhu, and then suffered a full blow from the sunset arrow, and suddenly lost most of its spirituality, the coffin shook violently, and even the lamp with the illusion fell out of the unknown space.