The Thunder Tree has absorbed the water of thunder dozens of times, and the previously bare trunk is now flourishing again, and two years have passed, and the dialect under the shade of the tree is still the same as the posture in which it was just sitting two years ago, and there is no change in the slightest.

On this day, Fang Yan opened his words for the first time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a trace of joy, just under Fang Yan's gaze, the original flickering evil spirit in the palm of his hand changed, and at this moment suddenly slowed down his body, no longer shining with fine light, and seemed to be much more docile.

In the past, Fang Yan has always taken concealment and killing the enemy as the main goal, taking the road of opening and closing, far less delicate than his fire spiritual power, after all, the precise control required when refining the pill is far from being comparable to the time of bombardment and killing the enemy, and now at this moment, Fang Yan urged the evil spirit in his hand to ward off evil Gang Thunder but had the feeling of controlling the fire spiritual power, as the thunder fluctuations came out of the dantian yuanying, the evil thunder in Fang Yan's hand not only slowed down the action, but also had an amazing change, just like the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks seen outside, in Fang Yan's hand, a faint sword shadow flashed out。

In just a moment, Fang Yan seemed to have broken through a cultivation barrier, and suddenly, he felt that his control of the thunder light had reached a new level, if he had such a level when he joined forces with the distracted monk Red Whisker, Fang Yan was confident that he could kill more than one sixth-order high-level or even seventh-order demon beast, and at the moment when the evil spirit and thunder in his hand conjured up the sword shadow, Fang Yan felt as if he had become the master of thunder.

It's a pity that this feeling is only for a short moment, a short hundredth of a breath, but despite this, the dialect still shouted: "Yay." "I was very excited, and although I was far from the goal I had set, the most critical step had already been taken.

From this day on, the dialect was no longer as motionless as it had been in the previous two years, and a thunderbolt in his hand kept transforming into a form under the control of the dialect.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye, but Fang Yan has not had the joy of a year ago, for a whole year, the runes in the sea of knowledge have faded a little, and the feeling of fragmentation has become more and more obvious, but Fang Yan has made no progress in the control of this evil thunder, maybe a little longer than the original time, and can maintain two hundredths of a breath, but Fang Yan can still only make it conjure a vague sword shadow, and Fang Yan's idea is to transform this thunder light into a forbidden rune.

There are different places in the sea of knowledge, even if there is an evil thunder, Fang Yan is not willing to wantonly bombard, not to mention that only with an evil thunder, want to kill a demon that even the old man of the Demon Palace is afraid of, Fang Yan knows that it is difficult to do, so he has the idea of condensing this evil thunder into a forbidden rune, and re-strengthening the rune that has begun to fade in his own sea of knowledge, perhaps more reliable than bombardment, but unfortunately, now it seems that this road is not at all, a sword shadow can only last for a moment, not to mention a forbidden rune that is ten thousand times more complicated than the sword shadow。

At the moment when the disappointment in Fang Yan's heart had just been born, he suddenly noticed that the rune in the sea of consciousness clicked and was about to break?

Where is there any other choice, in an instant, the dialect divine consciousness immediately sank into the sea of knowledge, and then there was the thunder that warded off evil spirits, the gray runes in the depths of the sea of knowledge had already faded and almost disappeared, and the formation fluctuation dialect that had flashed from time to time was now only a trace of insignificance, and it was really about to be wiped out?

Fang Yan's heart froze, just staring at this gloom, what kind of existence was in it, and whether it was as he expected, a demon was sealed in it.

But after a while, the last trace of rune fluctuations also disappeared, and in an instant, just for a moment, Fang Yan knew that his long-term guess was not the slightest mistake, only the demon would have this kind of aura, and the moment the rune just disappeared, Fang Yan sensed a naked killing and devouring intent, which was not the slightest difference from the many demons he had encountered in the dark demon world.

"Haha, Fu Zu, do you think that if you master the Demon Forbidden Rune, you can really imprison me for eternity? Unless the immortals make a move, no one in the cultivation realm can do it, even if you Fu Zu can't do it, haha. ”

A fluctuation of divine consciousness suddenly entered the soul of the dialect, and the demon who had just escaped from the trap couldn't hide his excitement.

Fang Yan naturally heard the words of the devil, but now how can he have time to distinguish the meaning, at the moment when the demon just broke the rune, the moment he realized the demon's breath, Fang Yan had already made a move, and the evil gang thunder immediately shot towards the location of the demon head, and the original idea of re-banning the demon was completely unable to do it, although it still did not meet his own requirements, Fang Yan knew that this evil evil gang thunder was still his biggest reliance on this demon head.

"Evil Gang Thunder? Yuan Infant Junior? If a distracted late stage monk takes tens of millions to ward off evil Gang Thunder, it may be possible to hold on to me, but a Yuan Infant Junior, just a little evil Gang Thunder, even if my current strength is not as good as the original Baiyi, it is not something you can deal with, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

The dialect's evil thunder did not play a big role, shuttling back and forth in the rolling black fog of the demon head, and every time a wailing voice could be heard, Fang Yan knew that these wails were just low-level subordinates in the hands of this demon head, and they were simply cannon fodder-like existences, in fact, there was almost no harm to the demon itself.

"Tsk, I remember that old thing of Fu Zu put me in a distracted monk sea of knowledge, how can I run into a Yuan Infant monk sea of knowledge now, such a cultivation, even if it is devoured, what can I do, no, I can't devour, this is the world of cultivation, my strength is now greatly damaged, if I want to show it, it will definitely attract the attention of those who are not born, even if Fu Zu fell back then, the strength of several others is not bad, I must first use the identity of a monk, the world of cultivation, countless monk bloodlines, not a hundred years, I can recover as before, and then the world of cultivation will be my world。 ”

For the divine consciousness of dialects, this demon does not care at all, it should be said that he ignores it, in the sea of dialect consciousness, on the side of dialect divine consciousness, he has no scruples to read out what he thinks in his heart, and one by one the divine consciousness information is transmitted into the soul of dialects, but the demon who has just broken the rune is very excited, and it is a little upside down, and the information sent out is messy and abnormal, but listening to it in the ears of dialects, it is like a thunderbolt.

Needless to say, the language of the immortals has never heard of the dialect of Fu Zu, and it is impossible to guess whether it is equivalent to the dialect of that Wu Zu, but just by relying on the words of the distracting monk spoken lightly by this demon, Fang Yan knew that the original strength of this demon was far beyond his imagination, and it was not within the scope of his own understanding at all, even if he only had less than one hundred and one strength as he said now, he was not invincible, just like the current dialect, even if he only used one percent of his power, he could wipe out the Qi Refining Cultivator casually.

As for the words that followed, the dialect is even more clear, how can the devil have the status of a monk, and who is the target of the seizure except himself.

It's just that the biggest reliance on evil spirits is far from the power that Fang Yan had predicted before, and many of the other methods have already been proven in the Black Demon Realm, and they don't pose much threat to the demons, not to mention the demons in front of him who far surpassed those demons back then.

What should I do, I noticed that this demon was scanning his sea of knowledge, and from time to time he let out a few dissatisfied sounds like tasting goods.

Fang Yan never believed that the demon would have the slightest compassion for himself, but the demon in front of him really did not immediately erase his divine consciousness and soul to take away, and even the evil spirit Gang Lei was allowed to shuttle back and forth in his body, without even the slightest intention of stopping it, it seemed that the demon after breaking the rune still had some problems?

"What should I do?" Realizing that there was something wrong with the adversary, Fang Yan also knew that he didn't have much time to think about, if he couldn't kill the adversary immediately, it wouldn't take long for it to recover, even if it only recovered a little, his body would become the adversary's body, and his own divine soul and divine consciousness were definitely the adversary's supplements.

The evil thunder is insufficient, and the only thing that the dialect can think of is the evil thunder light in the thunder tree, and as soon as the mind moves, hundreds of evil thunder rays pour into the sea of knowledge from the center of the eyebrows, and slash towards the demon figure together with the evil thunder.

Now, dialects don't care that such a bombardment will damage Zhihai, even if Zhihai is well protected, it is only useful to live by yourself.

It's a pity that there are thousands of evil thunder lights, and the evil thunder is even more powerful, and the demon head just swept it away slightly and ignored it, allowing the thousands of thunder lights to shuttle through the billowing black smoke around him.

"Ahh "For the first time, Fang Yan gave birth to the idea that he could not kill this demon, if he said that in the face of a distracted monk, Fang Yan still has a lot of confidence to deal with it, but now in the face of a demon that is far better than an ordinary distraction monk, or the demon who exists in his own sea of knowledge, Fang Yan has some skills, even if he has the wings of thunder and can travel 100,000 miles and millions of miles in an instant, how can he get rid of this demon, that is, there is a high-grade spiritual weapon spirit armor defense like a star burial robe, how can he resist the demon to snatch himself from the sea of knowledge, as for the five elements of spiritual thunder bombardment, the effect is not to say, I am afraid that after a round, the demon has nothing to do, and he will be killed by his own spiritual thunder。

Seeing that the evil thunder light did not work, in an instant, Fang Yan thought of many of his own methods, but found that few could play a role, but Fang Yan had not given up, although he felt that the rune ban was also difficult to work, Fang Yan still condensed a string of runes towards the devil, no matter what the result was, he had to try to know.

Seeing that the flowing runes disappeared into the billowing black smoke of the demon, not to mention the banning of the demon, and even the induction disappeared without a trace, it failed again.

Sensing Fang Yan's actions, the demon's divine sense swept over again: "It's actually the ancestor of Fu?" in a disdainful tone, but it showed the intention of covering up the killing.

Ignoring the demon's reaction dialect for a long time, he just thought in his heart, is there no other way out except to blow up the soul of the primordial infant in order to die?