The divine soul had already escaped into the deepest part of the sea of knowledge, and the dialect divine sense was only staring at the demon head of the black mist and the ten thousand thunder light arrays around him, the Sanskrit Technique had already been urged to the extreme, and the dialect had also done its best to strengthen the stability of the sea of knowledge, preparing for the next earth-shattering fluctuations that could break out at any time, which was also the only thing that the dialect could do at the moment. bubble-book_bar()

Before, the dialect had already sprouted the will to live and die, but now it was calm and abnormal, and there was some hope for the original mortal situation, but all kinds of practices seemed to be able to only seek peace of mind, and how much effect it could have in the tongue There was no confidence in his heart.

Fang Yan didn't wait too long, but after a dozen breaths, the mysterious monk who saw that his thunder light array could not kill the demon spoke again: "Sure enough, there is some reliance, the gun orders the battle armor, but if it is just this battle armor, you will not be able to escape being destroyed today, refining you, you can also restore my soul to a few points, ten thousand thunder kills." ”

Suddenly, the formation of the Ten Thousand Dao Thunder Light Array flashed, no longer the gentle appearance of the previous one, it suddenly became much faster, a fierce murderous aura flashed, and a rumbling sound sounded, heading towards the black mist, and the sudden increase in power seemed to break the balance just now, and in an instant, the Dao Thunder Light blasted into the depths of the black mist.

Fang Yan was shocked when he heard the sound, this sudden change of thunder light is not unfamiliar to him, and he has already seen the breath of will that flashes in it, this is the thunder tribulation? In his own sea of consciousness, there is actually a sense of distraction tribulation, although the scale is much smaller, but the breath is clearly the breath of distraction tribulation, what kind of means is this?

"This is your killer weapon? A mere divine thought, it is transformed by thunder, and that's it, the Demon Lotus is now. In an instant, he was killed by the ten thousand thunder killings of many low-level monsters, but the demon was unhurriedly scanning the surrounding thunder light changes, but after the change, the thunder light that suddenly increased in power did not surprise the demon a little, but showed a bit of confidence and domineering, as he shouted in his mouth, the rolling black mist also fluctuated, and a pitch-black lotus flower gradually revealed its body, with the appearance of this black lotus, the thunder light that originally surged into it was dispersed a lot in an instant.

"Ah?Demon Venerable Clone Lotus, you are actually a Demon Venerable clone?" Seeing this black lotus that suddenly flashed, the mysterious monk exclaimed, but this time it was not a trick, even the dialect could hear this exclamation mixed with a little fear, Demon Venerable? Fang Yan once went to the Black Demon Realm, and heard that there were three major Demon Venerables in the Black Demon Realm, at the beginning, Fang Yan only knew that the Demon Emperor was the existence of the Transcendent Yuanying, and now it has long been clear that in terms of cultivation, the Demon Emperor is equivalent to the distraction of the great monk among the monks, so isn't the higher-level Demon Venerable beyond the existence of the distraction?

"Even if you have some knowledge, garbage is still garbage, even if it is condensed ten thousand times, it is still garbage. The demon didn't deny it, but just urged the black mist around him, and it was still pouring into the black lotus that had not yet been fully formed, the rolling black mist continued to shrink, but the power of the black lotus was constantly strengthening, and the thunder light that could still blast through the defense was completely useless.

"If it's a Demon Lotus that has already taken shape, I really can't break it, but your current Demon Lotus is obviously far from condensing, and it's too early to be proud. The mysterious monk, who had been slightly frightened before, regained his composure at this time and said slowly.

Just as the mysterious monk spoke, Fang Yan suddenly found that he had regained the control of the massive thunder light in the sea of knowledge, and after the thunder light dispersed, he revealed a few more familiar breaths of dialects, the thunder breath, but compared to the Gang thunder he collected, these few in front of him did not know how many times stronger, how many times condensed, and the coercion of the mysterious monk also disappeared at this moment.

These bolts flashed out, and they shot towards the black lotus, without a trace of pause, but it was the turn of the demon to exclaim: "You actually control the thunderstorm? You actually want to damage your own thoughts? Fuck, how can there always be such a monk who harms others and is not beneficial to himself." After two sounds, this demon, who was very likely to be a clone of a Demon Venerable, actually scolded.

Under the attention of Fang Yan's divine sense, several extremely condensed Gang Thunder attacked the Black Lotus in unison, and suddenly exploded in the demon's scolding, although it was not comparable to the number of the Doppelganger Tribulation, but within the small range of the Black Lotus, it already exceeded the power of the ordinary Distraction Tribulation.

The frightened dialect didn't care about how the devil ended, and immediately urged all his means to the extreme, this is in his own sea of knowledge, such a powerful bombardment, I am afraid that he will die before the devil, there was a bit of luck before, but now he actually encountered a distraction catastrophe and exploded directly in the sea of knowledge, and his soul is condensed, and he can't withstand such a fierce bombardment.

The rumbling and bursting fluctuations came out, and the sea of knowledge was full of holes in an instant, and before the dialect had time to feel the pain that penetrated deep into the depths of his soul, the fluctuation had already surged to the place where his soul was.

Dialects who felt this fluctuation were already ready for the fall of their physical bodies, and this fluctuation was enough to destroy their own physical bodies and their souls.

However, if the demon can be killed, the current result is enough to satisfy Fang Yan, that is, the body and soul are destroyed, as long as his Yuan Ying is still there, it is a big deal to choose Yuan Ying to escape, just like the big brother of Xing Wuyi and the old man of Danyangzi, and finally there is a willingness to take the spiritual path, if others are like this, there is no such possibility, but the dialect is different, with the protection of the star burial robe, which is a high-grade spiritual weapon, no matter how fragile the Yuan Ying is, he also has the opportunity to escape from here。

Almost instantly, Fang Yan made a decision, intending to escape his Yuan Infant body into the Star Burial Robe, even if the damage is great, there is always the possibility of recovery, but Fang Yan has not yet moved, and suddenly found a familiar fluctuation flashing out, his Qiankun pot power actually appeared in his sea of consciousness, and a five-colored light instantly appeared in front of the divine soul, first enveloping the divine soul, and then slowly flowing outside, Fang Yan immediately stopped all preparations.

Qiankun pot, at the most critical moment, the Qiankun pot, which was pinned on by the dialect, finally flashed a trace of power at this moment, did not kill the devil, nor did it disperse the thunder light, the power it emitted wandered in the sea of dialects, and wherever it went, the dialect could feel that his seriously damaged sea of knowledge immediately recovered, and it was a little more comfortable than before.

The thunderstorm is still fierce, and the black fog is still rolling on the devil, but it can't let Fang Yan give up again, as long as his body is not destroyed and his soul is not injured, he can't say who is the real winner in the end.

After a few breaths, Fang Yan watched the five-colored light flash away, at this time, his magic weapon was not controlled by Fang Yan at all, Fang Yan didn't care, just stared at his own Zhihai, the mysterious monk's breath disappeared when the previous Gang Thunder flashed, and the black lotus condensed by the demon disappeared in the Gang Thunder bombardment just now, leaving only a small cloud of black mist still rolling there, but it no longer had the previous momentum, and the thunder light that no one urged was scattered all over the Zhihai.

"Haha, what if it's self-destructive. Suddenly, the arrogant laughter of the demon in the black fog came out again, even if it was a cultivator like him, it would be the same surprise for the rest of his life.

It's just that Fang Yan will let the demon go on as he wishes, although it is not clear to what extent the demon is damaged, but now is undoubtedly the best opportunity for himself to attack him, there has always been no politeness to the enemy's dialect, the demon is still laughing wildly, Fang Yan has already urged the rolling thunder light to regather into a torrent and go towards the demon to attack and kill, the reason why he did not just use his own condensed evil thunder and evil thunder light, but because just now, Fang Yan found that the thunder light left in his sea of knowledge had the thunder breath left by the mysterious monk before。

"Ahh It wasn't until the torrent of thunder light struck him that the demon seemed to react, the dialect that should have been wiped out was still alive, not only alive, but at this moment, he actually urged the thunder light to attack and kill him, and he was slightly surprised.

This demon is a big loss of strength, and it is still not something that can be easily erased by dialects, urging the torrent of rolling thunder and light to wash this demon continuously, half an hour has passed, and the demon has not been killed except that his breath is weaker.

"Fellow Daoist, how about I send the heart demon oath to become your servant? A servant like me will not be a second in the entire dark demon world, I can help you fight and kill, even if you unify the entire monk world. ”

At the beginning, the demon didn't mean the dialect, but the current dialect is still the same, but the thunder torrent is no longer the previous thunder torrent, and his demon is not the previous demon, the original disparity in strength between the two sides, but at the moment the strength of the humble dialect occupies the upper hand, the devil is worthy of being the devil, the demon who fought with the mysterious monk before, just found that the current dialect actually endangered his life, when even the coercion and temptation and swore again and again, in order to let the dialect stop.

If he had just stepped into the cultivation realm, or had just entered the black demon realm, Fang Yan might still be tempted to be able to receive such a high-level subordinate, but now Fang Yan is no longer a rookie in cultivation, or a heart demon oath, and it also needs strength as a backing, listening to the continuous words of the devil, the dialect did not answer a word, but urged over and over again The torrent of thunder mixed with the breath of thunder kept washing, but he was secretly muttering in his heart: "It's better for me to be dead." ”

"I, the dignified Black Yan Demon Venerable, would actually die at the hands of a primordial infant monk. Ten hours, ten hours in succession, with the unwilling roar of the demon head, the black mist finally dissipated, and the exhausted dialect fainted and lost consciousness.

(Thanks to the two Taoist friends of 'Huamanlou 0216' and 'Internet Boy' for their encouragement)

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