In mid-air, the battle between Zhao Han and the violent ape entered a white heat.

This violent ape is really worthy of being a different species of heaven and earth, with terrifying talent, although it is only the peak of the demon general, not even the demon handsome, but the brute force is extremely terrifying, copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable, and the demon power is majestic, the rage is like a tide during the battle, the moves are simple and wide open and close, only attack but not defend, and the combat power is even above the iron rhinoceros leader that Zhao Han provoked before.

At this moment, Zhao Han is only a blood spirit incarnation after all, not the body, what he inherits is everything that Mo Shaoguang has, although the flesh shell is also a strong stream among the martial artists of the same level, but compared with Zhao Han's unrivaled physique, it is still far away.

"I've been relying on my physique to fight and crush my opponents, but I didn't expect that one day I would be crushed by an ape demon in the same way. ”

Zhao Han casually struck a Zixiao Demon Yang Soul Breaking Hand, and the surging spiritual power turned into a giant palm that covered the sky like a fly and slapped the violent ape directly into the ground, and then, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and the Ziyang vision that had originally manifested and covered most of the sky was also immediately gone, and the whole person seemed to be suddenly stripped of his supernatural powers and became a mortal.

Then, he stepped into the void, his right hand clenched into a fist and struck horizontally, plain, his moves were ordinary, even a little clumsy, but vaguely revealing a pure primitive, simple but almost domineering.

"Not good!"

The old ape, who was originally watching coldly, changed color after seeing Zhao Han swing this punch, he roared, and his originally shriveled body seemed to be inflated, and instantly soared to Zhangliu, the body of the Buddha was full of light, the golden mangs were shining, the heavenly sound resonated, the hole shone on the heavens, and there was a Buddha and Bodhisattva Arhat sitting cross-legged in the void to preach the scriptures, and there were countless Jialan monks listening respectfully, as if they were fascinated.

Illuminated by the light of the Buddha, they all become a pure land.

At the same time, behind him, a six-armed old Buddha appeared, coinciding with his figure, dumbfounded, angry, and the magic sword treasure pestle Tianhuan and other objects in his hand smashed towards Zhao Han.

"Shameless old thing!"

Zhao Han only felt that his consciousness was stagnant, the air around him became extremely sticky, and the whole person seemed to be stuck in a swamp, with nowhere to borrow strength, and both his thoughts and movements became extremely slow. There is even a voice full of compassion singing Sanskrit in the bottom of his heart, counting his various sins, to subdue him and let him take refuge.

But in an instant, a nameless flame of anger emerged from the void, pale in color, chaotic, and seemed to rise from the deepest part of Zhao Han's heart, as small as a spark, but with unfathomable power.

After this wisp of Cangyan appeared, it was like a tiger protecting food, and rushed towards the compassionate voice that sounded in Zhao Han's heart at the first time, roaring and domineering, like crazy, and suppressed the wind and waves set off by this Buddha sound in an instant.

After suppressing this Buddha sound that sounded in the bottom of his heart, this wisp of Cangyan seemed to have no remaining anger, like a sleeping dragon that exploded after being woken up, burning along with an imperceptible connection in the dark.

At the same time, behind Zhao Han, the old ape who was attacking him suddenly snorted, and then spurted blood from the seven orifices, and there was a faint trace of cangyan shining in the blood light.

"What kind of miracle is this?"

The old ape monster screamed, and before he could use his demonic power to extinguish the cangyan in his skull, the six-armed old Buddha behind him was also stagnant, and a little cangyan rose from the soles of his feet, like a spark of stars, and it became a fire between breaths.

As a result, the old ape, who was originally going to rescue the violent ape, was trapped by Cang Yan, and lost the best opportunity to make a move.

The next moment, Zhao Han's punch landed on the violent ape.

This punch was simple and pure, and it was powerless in the eyes of outsiders, and it fell on the violent ape, which had swelled to more than 20 zhang in size, like a mosquito biting a mangniu, and there was no threat.

But after being hit, the violent ape trembled all over, and the huge body like a small mountain let out a roar like a landslide, and bright red blood gushed out from its pores like a fountain.

What's even more unbelievable is that this spiritual storm ape was originally the size of a lantern, and the divine light was shining, Gu Pan Shengwei's eyes dimmed, and the vision of the eight-armed mountain-moving demon ape behind him completely collapsed with a wail.

Then, its tall and mighty mountain-like body began to shrink rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal, and collapsed in a pool of blood beneath it, its qi weak.

At this time, the old ape used all means to extinguish the cangyan in its skull and in the vision behind it, looking at Zhao Han, who was standing next to the dying violent ape and did not pursue, a solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, good, I'm really looking away today, I didn't expect you to be the most difficult to deal with. The old ape's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he folded his hands and saluted Zhao Han solemnly.

Zhao Han cried and laughed in his heart, knowing that his original plan to fish in troubled waters had failed, and being treated like this by a demon clan ancestor would be lifeless with his current strength.

But who made this old monk actually attack with a soul similar to his heart? Don't you know that my brother's fate is a three-legged white crow? Don't you know that what my brother is most afraid of is a soul attack? Don't you know that the three-legged white crow's temper is the most explosive, the most resentful, and the most provoked and will inevitably fight back?

I look like I'm very powerful, are I being forced?

Zhao Han complained in his heart, but his face was silent, if he could deal with it, he could deal with it, it didn't matter if he couldn't deal with it, the left and right were just a blood spirit incarnation, even if he lost it, it would not hinder the overall situation, anyway, the things that were out of the secret realm were already in hand, and he could leave at any time.

"Master, this, I am relatively timid, my hands and feet will tremble when I am afraid, in case I accidentally bump into this ape brother, it will not be good. ”

Zhao Han moved his steps, stepped on the blood pool of the violent ape, his toes were almost against the violent ape, looked at the old ape twitching in the corners of his eyes and said:

"Why don't we stop fighting each other and wait until they decide the winner?"

The old ape's face was unusually ugly, he muttered for a moment, put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, and then fell silent.

On the other side, the Demon Summoning Spirit Array launched by several Demon Clan Ancestors had entered the most critical moment, and all the nodes that were originally hidden had emerged from the void, and one after another the mysterious qi machine echoed with the entire secret realm, and finally converged to the top of the holy mountain and hit the depths of the sky.

Just wait a few more moments, and the entire Summoning Weep Spirit Circle will be completely activated, and at that point, the entire sacrifice process will be irreversible.

Zhao Han turned his gaze and saw that while he had restrained the old ape, the other two disciples of the Purple Sun Demon Sect were also going crazy at the moment, dragging all the Louvre Taoist priests except Jing Weixuan with the posture of dying together.

"Is it finally time to play your hole cards?"

Zhao Han swept Jing Weixuan from the corner of his eye, and saw that she was looking at herself with an ugly face at this time, with a faint resentment in her eyes, obviously she didn't know when she had completely offended her.

But who cares?

"Mo Shaoguang, I underestimated you, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, but no matter how much you calculate, in the end, you are not a grasshopper on the chessboard, and you can't escape the palm of Senior Brother Fang Lin!"