Above the canopy of the sky in the east, the white figure overlooked the scene that happened in the ambergris pond, and sighed, "Heaven and earth have love, yin and yang have intentions, to create a human god, but you have been forced to become a demon, who is at fault, who has a headache, I Fuxi just has a toothache!" The figure muttered to himself, and left angrily.

At this time, Nanchen was holding the Reverse Scale Sword, standing motionless in place, his eyes staring at the eighteen Arhats sitting in the air, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression showed forbearance of pain, and he was suffering from the pain from the dantian.

Obviously, the pain he endured did not come from the eighteen Arhats around him, but his own creation supernatural powers, Nanchen himself did not expect that he would advance at this critical moment, and the moment of advancement was also his most vulnerable moment.

In the dantian god ding, the sharp horns on the purple-gold Arowana head sprouted two small horns, the eyes and nostrils also protruded, and at the same time, the pelvic fins gave birth to purple-gold claws, the long whiskers increased, and the fanning gills fused with the scales.

Under the seven-colored strings, there was movement in the ancient language scroll, slowly turning a new page, and the purple-gold characters appeared, "the second order of human gods, human saints" reflected a string of ancient Chinese characters.

The eight ancient sayings that first entered the supernatural power are precisely "the separation of one heart, the difference between the demon gods".

The people who retreated to the outer halfway up the mountainside, seeing Nanchen's move, were puzzled, but also panicked, how could Nanchen, who was still vigorous just now, suddenly stand still when the eighteen Arhat phantom bodies appeared?

The queen frowned and looked at Ling Qingyao, who was also motionless, she was also puzzled by Nanchen's actions, how could it be still at the critical moment?

Bai Jiao took the queen's hand, "Aunt Zisu, what should come is always coming, we have to believe Qing Yao's words!" Although she herself is also worried about Nanchen, the matter has come to this point, and she can only resign herself to fate.

At this time, Ling Qingyao took Fan Bai's arm and sighed lightly, "Fan Bai, do you regret your marriage with Nanchen?"

Fan Bai's expression was stunned, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, she didn't know what Qing Yao meant when she said this, and then shook her head, without speaking, the pounding heart, anxiously waiting for the next words.

"Fan Bai, the first marriage has enlightened the spirit pupil, do you know another title of the spirit pupil?" Qing Yao stroked her waterfall green silk and asked softly.

Fan Bai, who shook her head, still didn't speak, anxiously waiting for the result, whether she could bear it, she only had one belief in her heart, as long as Nanchen lived, she could bear the other results.

Ling Qingyao looked at Nanchen, obviously hesitating, "Sister Qingyao, I'm afraid!" Fan Bai turned sideways and hugged Ling Qingyao, buried his face in her arms, and couldn't help but sob, unable to bear the torment of this wait.

"If you don't cry, Sister Qingyao is also afraid, I will use your pair of magic pupils to look at your husband more, he is the one who helped you open the magic pupils. Ling Qingyao hugged Fan Bai in her arms and said worriedly.

Ling Qingyao's words made Fan Bai seem to understand something, the spirit pupil is also a demon pupil, and it needs magic power to catalyze enlightenment, which means that Nanchen has magic power in his body, and no one in the demon world is capable of enlightening it, how big is this Nanchen's magic power.

At this time, the surrounding people were in a little commotion, Qing Yao and Fan Bai looked towards the edge of the pool under the mountain, Nanchen, who was standing still, finally had a physical reaction, and looked up at the Golden Eagle King in a robe, he was also puzzled by Nanchen's actions, and thought that he was doing his work.

"Buddha's mouth and snake heart, what the predecessors said is good, the Buddha's mouth is a degree, but it is actually a punishment!" Nanchen said coldly, ignoring the eighteen Arhat phantoms around him, and carrying the reverse scales

The sword continued to move forward, step by step towards the Golden Eagle King.

"Amitabha, death is life, liberation from demons and rebirth, and the reincarnation of immortality cannot get rid of demon dust!" The Golden Eagle King was expressionless, staring at Nanchen who was coming step by step.

"Then don't blame me for using it to force your snake heart out of the Buddha's mouth!" Nanchen showed his anti-scale sword and swung his sword towards the Golden Eagle King.

Eighteen Arhat phantom bodies were shining with golden brilliance, circling and attacking him in turn, "Cut!" Nanchen threw out the sword in his hand, one hand turned a fist, and the other waved his palm, hitting a chaotic fist, opening a way for the anti-scale sword to kill, and approaching the Golden Eagle King.

Seeing the sword-based, artificially sword-based killing moves, the Golden Eagle King had to pay attention to Nanchen, who existed like an evil man, and the golden light from the eighteen Arhats' phantom bodies was defeated by Nanchen's chaotic fist, but the offensive position was still orderly.

Nanchen only had one belief, that is, he had killed the Golden Eagle King with his own hands, and no matter how great the other dangers were, he swung his powerful fists again and again, so as to avoid interference with the Reverse Scale Sword, and directly pierced the Golden Eagle King.

"Bell, bell??????" The slamming sound of the sword and the Zen staff was drowned out in the critical blows of Nanchen and Luohan's phantom body.

"The Zen spirit is gone, it's just a burning stick, twist it!" Nanchen scolded loudly.

The reverse scale sword, which was entangled with the Zen staff, immediately flashed silver scales and red mangs under Nanchen's angry shout, giving up the surrender of the Zen staff, and directly wrapped around its Zen cage "crunch, squeak, click??????" The screeching sound of metal twisting was heard,

After all, the Zen spirit of this Zen staff has been absorbed by the Reverse Scale Sword, probably the sword spirit has some of the same attributes as the Zen staff, and he is not willing to cut it directly, he just wants to surrender to it, but he neglects the master's mind at this time.

The Golden Eagle King took a few steps back, frowned, and quickly threw away the half-cut Zen handle in his hand, his arm shook, and a large chopping knife appeared in his hand, waving it casually, slashing towards the anti-scale sword that was chasing after him.

Nanchen waved his fist quickly, although the exercises were monotonous, they were very suitable for fighting, although the eighteen Arhat Phantom Bodies, attacking him in turn, they were only slightly injured, but two Arhat Phantom Bodies were a little weakened.

Seeing that the Reverse Scale Sword was blocked by the Great Slashing Sword, Nanchen waved his arm to inject true power into the spirit sword again, however, when he injected true power into the spirit sword, there was a mistake, and one of the arhats shot out two golden rays of light from his eyebrows, wrapping around his body.

The sudden trick made Nanchen also unguardable, and he was at a loss, he only now understood that the Arhat Phantom Body, not only could attack, but also used occult arts, and it was hidden so deeply.

Turning around and wanting to recall the Reverse Scale Sword, he didn't think about it, but he was dragged into the formation by two entangled golden lights, completely isolating him from the Reverse Scale Sword.

He was worried about the Reverse Scale Sword, for fear that the Golden Eagle King would kill the sword spirit, but he didn't want to be in danger himself, two beams of golden light wrapped around his body, and Nanchen's range of movement was greatly limited.

Unable to flexibly dodge Dao Dao Jinguang's attack, he swung his punches and kicks to counterattack, although the force was still strong, but he lost his original stability, and the accuracy of his attack angle was greatly reduced.

Nanchen, who was hit by the golden light continuously, was in a trance, and even began to hallucinate, and the eighteen Arhat phantom bodies sitting in the air around him began to surround Nanchen, as if it was a formation, and it was like a spell.

Everyone on the mountainside could see very clearly that Nanchen was bound by the golden light, trapped in the eighteen Arhats' array, and let them attack, the golden light seemed to tear him apart.

Ling Qingyao's eyes were shining, and finally two tears overflowed, crossed her cheeks, and dripped onto Fan Bai's panicked face.

Fan Bai raised his head and face, and saw Ling Qingyao with tears, "Wow!", and cried, "Fairy Qingyao, Fan Bai begged the fairy, save him again, save Brother Nanchen!" She directly called Fairy Qingyao, it can be said that her mood has completely collapsed.

Seeing that Qing Yao didn't respond, Fan Bai, who wanted to kneel down for Qing Yao, was helped up by her arm, still without any words, just looking at Nanchen who was attacked by the Arhat Phantom Body.

Fan Bai's lips were bitten by herself, and wisps of blood appeared, she tore off the white veil wrapped around the wound on her leg, and when she turned to run towards Nanchen's side, she was tightly grabbed by Qing Yao, preventing her from doing so.

Ling Qingyao, who was crying quietly, looked at Nanchen, who was being attacked in turn, and grabbed Fan Bai's arm with one hand, letting her slap and scratch.

"You are not my kind Sister Qingyao anymore, you dislike Brother Nanchen, because he has magic power in him, and I also have magic pupils, you will also dislike me, let go of me, let go of my ??????" Where the white hair screamed like crazy, it was almost the wolf's claws that appeared.

Bai Jiao, who was covered with tears, although she had also collapsed, still suppressed her madness with reason, "My daughter! Your sister Qingyao is also in trouble, you calm down first, mother understands the colic in your heart!" She walked over and hugged the crazy Fanbai, and held her weak body tightly in her arms.

"Fan Bai, not only will you not be able to save Nanchen if you go down, but even you will get in, and you will also implicate your Qilin father, do you hate it?" Ling Qingyao's low tone burst out with shocked words.

When the seven or eight people around heard these words, their expressions were also stunned, and they opened their mouths to look at Fan Bai, who was also surprised in Bai Jiao's arms.

After some persuasion from Bai Jiao, she finally calmed down a little, "Mother, when you see Brother Nanchen standing up, tell me!" Fan Bai buried his face in Bai Jiao's arms, and couldn't bear to see Nanchen being criticized.

Nanchen, who spit out a mouthful of blood, braced his arms on the ground and wanted to stand up, but several golden rays of light shot over, knocking him to the ground, Nanchen moved his body and turned over weakly.

Nanchen lay on the ground and breathed like silk, he looked up at a fiery cloud in the west, the brilliant and exaggerated red light blocked the eye of the avenue, and his misty eyes were slowly dyed scarlet.

Closed his eyes slightly, "Cover the eye of the avenue, force me to become a demon, and fulfill you today, kill them one by one!" Nanchen moved the corners of his mouth slightly, muttering repeatedly.

Ling Qingyao's face was expressionless, letting the tears fall, "Nanchen, do what you think, it's nothing more than us to accompany you from the devil's path again!"

At this time, Nanchen, who was lying on the ground, his body was full of demonic aura, the muscles on his body bulged violently, and his arms like King Kong trembled slightly, like a troll-like body gradually appeared.

"Amitabha! Finally manifested the demon body, how could the demon be transformed into a god? It is really wishful thinking, although my Buddha is merciful, but the demon should be killed immediately!"

The Golden Eagle King laughed wildly in the confrontation with the Spirit Sword, even though he took out most of his mana and performed the Eighteen Arhat Duel, he was still able to confront the Spirit Sword, which can be described as a high level of skill.

The Golden Eagle King glanced at the people on the mountainside, "Count your knowledge, dare to block the evil fruit of the Great Dao Demon Suppression, it is a catastrophe, he is now a demon, it is natural to kill the demon, the eighteen Arhat palms, shatter this demon!" the Golden Eagle King roared.