Before Hu Daoren's words fell, Fang Yan also sensed the fluctuations of the surrounding demon beasts, and two sixth-order high-level demon beasts appeared on his side, and the thunder demon beasts were even more powerful in this sea of thunder light, infinitely close to and distracted from their cultivation.

Fang Yan knew that what Hu Daoren said was true, how could he have the kung fu to control the attack and killing of demon beasts outside his body at this moment, he could only urge the Sanskrit Technique of Body Forging, and then said to Hu Daoren: "Hu Daoren, be careful to defend." ”

These demon beasts are not a big problem, if it is usual, even if Fang Yan can't kill it with some effort, it is enough to get rid of it, but at this moment, Fang Yan still has to use the infinite thunder light in the sea of thunder to wipe out the demon in the sea of consciousness, how can he leave, it is still possible to stay here, and there is no hope of leaving, at this moment, the only way to let these demon beasts be arrogant for a while, let the Hu Dao people resist a little, as long as it is not a multi-seventh-order demon beast attack, there are Hu Dao people in charge, and the high-grade spirit weapon star burial robe is enough to resist.

No longer paying attention to the outside things, Fang Yan took his attention back to the sea of knowledge, a thunder water like a wave of waves kept washing the monster outside the demon head's body, the sound of wailing was endless, Fang Yan could already see that the rolling black fog outside the demon head had shrunk a few points, this moment of effort, the torrent of thunder light water had already wiped out a large number of low-level monsters, but now the progress has slowed down significantly, not that the power of thunder light has slowed down, but the more you go inside, the more advanced the monster in the demon body, of course, there is no previous efficiency.

There is progress, the damage is not small, Fang Yan has been able to perceive the sharp pain into the soul, the wall of the sea has also been hit by the tide of thunder and light water out of many scars, like this, if it is really as worried before, whether the demon can be destroyed is not known, Fang Yan himself will fall first, the so-called drinking water to quench thirst is nothing more than that.

It's a pity that even if the dialect is desperate to know the sea and be injured, it is difficult to wipe out the demon outside the demon's body, not to mention urging the evil spirit to kill the demon head, a moment later, the torrent of thunder light is still pouring in, but there is no previous power, the demon who has been standing still suddenly has a movement, only to see a demonic will disperse, the originally loose outside the body monster suddenly condensed into a formation, in an instant it is more than a hundred times more than the original condensed, the original thunder light has no half effect, only the evil thunder and evil thunder light still have a few effects.

"Unexpectedly, just a Yuanying monk, not only got the inheritance of the Fu Ancestor, but also practiced the Wu Ancestor's body forging technique, and even this method of controlling the spiritual power of the thunder system does not seem to be simple, haha, God really helps me, such a physical body, it will not take hundreds of years for me to be able to recover the original. ”

Obviously, the adversary had already solved his own troubles, and he had the leisure to start scanning Fang Yan's body, and after a week of scanning, he seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Yan's body.

The demon didn't care about the dialect soul consciousness on the side, he simply ignored it, although he hadn't erased the dialect soul and started to take it, but in his words, it seemed that the dialect body had already belonged to him.

Hearing the words of the devil, Fang Yan knew that his last moment was coming, and he no longer had the slightest hand, and he no longer cared about the damage of the water of thunder light to the sea of knowledge, and when he was about to urge the origin of the thunder in the five-color primordial infant of the dantian to the extreme, a more ferocious torrent of thunder light poured in.

"Dialect?" Hu Daoren, who was circling with the two demon beasts, immediately noticed the fluctuations of the thunder light water around him, and in an instant, the whirlpool that was already spinning rapidly became a little faster, and the range expanded to nearly a thousand zhang, Hu Dao was shocked in his heart, could it be that the demon had changed?

Soon received a response from Fang Yan, but he did not answer Hu Daoren's doubts: "Hu Daoren, immediately take the purple spirit spirit pet and leave, even if the demon leaves the Falling Thunder Abyss, the connection between you and me will still not be severed, go to the Heavenly Star Sect to inform the senior masters of the sect, come to kill the demons." ”

As the message came out of the dialect, Hu Daoren noticed that the purple spirit's ontological magic weapon, the Ziheng furnace, and the two spirit pets were instantly placed into the space of the star burial robe magic weapon by the dialect, and there were several magic weapons with shining spiritual light, such as the Sen Ran Scroll, the Qingyun Giant Sword, and the Thunder Wings, as well as a large pile of various materials, such as spirit grass, ores, etc., etc., Fang Yan This is to deliver everything he has to himself?

That's right, Fang Yan almost handed over everything he had to the Hu Dao people, and at the moment when the demon flashed, Fang Yan knew that it was impossible to kill it, and without the slightest hesitation, he made a decision according to his previous preparation, if it weren't for the previous attack of the demon beast, the Hu Dao people stayed to resist, and Fang Yan would have done it a long time ago.

When the rune broke before, Fang Yan had already prepared, and at that time Fang Yan remembered the old man he met in the Demon Suppression Palace, how similar his experience was to the old man, and he was also invaded by the demon to know the soul of the sea god, the unknown predecessor did not hesitate to imprison himself in order to seal the demon head, but Fang Yan himself was far from the old man's cultivation, and he could not re-seal the demon like the old man, the only thing he could do was to let the demon postpone the recovery time, these magic weapons and spiritual objects naturally could not be left for the demon to use, except for the Qiankun pot, Fang Yan put all his things into the space of the star burial robe。

Leaving the Qiankun pot, but because unless the dialect can't put it into the space of the star burial robe like other magic weapons, he has to give up, in fact, the dialect has inevitably had some hope for this magic weapon that he has not seen through, the Qiankun pot has saved his life at a critical moment more than once, this time the strength of the demon is far beyond the previous one, but what is the power limit of the Qiankun pot, the dialect has never been clear.

After throwing everything into the star burial robe, Fang Yan has already put life and death out of the way, and Fang Yan no longer pays attention to the outside world, but only introduces the countless thunder and light water around him into his sea of consciousness, in order to make a last stand, and at the same time, the Yuan Infant Divine Soul has already made the final preparations, as long as the demon makes a slight move, he will explode the Yuan Infant Divine Soul.

"No matter how much there is, it is still garbage. The demon noticed the desperate actions of the dialect, but there was no intention of hindering it, it seemed that the self-detonation of the dialect Yuan Infant Divine Soul had no effect on him at all, the only thing he cared about now seemed to be the body with the dialect, and he was still scanning the demon of the dialect's body, feeling the bombardment of the rolling thunder torrent, and said disdainfully.

As soon as Fang Yan's heart darkened, he wanted to blow up the soul of the Yuanying Spirit, even if he died, he would die as he deserved.

Suddenly, another voice sounded, but it was not the voice of the Adversary: "Garbage? ”

At this moment, the water of thunder light, which was originally chaotic and just surging and washing, suddenly changed, and in an instant, tens of thousands of paths were divided, forming a mysterious formation, shrouding the demon head, the thunder light was still those thunder lights, but now the power was immediately ten times stronger and a hundred times stronger.

"Well, who is it?" Hearing this voice, coupled with the sudden change, the demon showed unprecedented solemnity.

Fang Yan was also questioning who this was? He was able to invade his sea of consciousness, and he didn't feel anything, the sudden change, Fang Yan stopped his self-detonation move, and leaned out of his attention to the outside, En? Hu Dao people actually did not leave, still urging the star burial robe to protect themselves, and the burst of power from the star burial robe showed what Hu Dao people were resisting at the moment.

Through the star burial robe, Fang Yan suddenly sensed a power, and exchanged with Hu Daoren's divine sense, Fang Yan knew that he had just withdrawn his divine consciousness before, and Hu Daoren had not made any moves, and this power was pressed down towards Fang Yan and Hu Daoren's master and servant, Hu Dao was shocked, and he didn't flee away as Fang Yan commanded, and at that time, he urged the ontological magic weapon to the extreme, and shrouded himself again to resist this great power.

And the master of this power is also the master of the voice just now, and in an instant, the dialect said to the nonsense man: "Nonsense man, let go of the defense and let him in." ”

It was already a dead place, and Fang Yan didn't worry about causing another trouble, just a sentence, Fang Yan had already sensed that the master of this power and the demon did not deal with it, it was difficult to guarantee that this was not a variable, no matter how bad it was, how bad it could be.

Hu Dao people don't know what the dialect means, but they don't object, for the current situation of the dialect, Hu Dao people can also guess seven, seven or eight, hearing the dialect's command, a flash of inspiration, the star burial robe put away the power, hidden figure, for a while, the dialect door opened, let this power invade.

Looking at the sea of consciousness again, there have been earth-shaking changes, more thunder light separated from the torrent, integrated into the previously condensed thunder light array, and killed the demon cage, and has always disdained dialect to use these thunder light bombardment to kill the demon has long ceased to be easy and freehand, and the black mist is rolling up and down the body, and the demonic power keeps flashing, resisting this thunder light array.

The sea of dialects has become a fighting field, but the dialect that is the master is no longer a fighting party, and has almost become a spectator, watching the unknown monk urging the thunder light array to surround and kill the demon.

Seeing such a scene, Fang Yan suddenly thought that he could also control the thunder light in this way, he had been controlling the thunder light water to kill the demon before, not to mention the poor effect, but he had damaged a lot of his sea barriers, if he condensed a set of thunder light to form a big Wu sword array, the lethality could be immediately more than a hundred times stronger, you know, back then, it was just a set of treasure-level thunder swords, and Fang Yan was able to send out a bombardment close to the top grade spiritual weapon.

At this time, it was not too late to find out, this unknown monk didn't know what the origin was, at least now he was standing on his side, killing the demon, seeing that most of the thunder light in the sea of knowledge had been integrated into the thunder array, and the dialect urged the origin of the thunder that had just stopped, and reintroduced the endless thunder light in the sea of thunder outside into his sea of knowledge.

Not only did he replenish the thunder light for the unknown Daoist, but Fang Yan himself also began to try to manipulate some of it, wanting to condense a set of thunder light sword arrays.

(Thanks to the 'reading zhi people' Taoist friends for their encouragement)

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