One by one, the demon pawns became wild, at the beginning there was a dialect suppression that worked, from time to time to kill the uncontrolled demon pawns, as it gradually deepened, the demon pawns were finally not controlled by the dialect, and the demon pawns who belonged to the same dialect began to fight each other.

Fang Yan looked at the demon pawns who were fighting each other, and knew that it really didn't work for him to bring these low-level demon pawns in, and it was only less than a hundred miles before the demon pawns were invaded by the fierce evil qi and became crazy, and even the restraint of the demon heart oath could not control them, which showed the power of the fierce evil qi.

The dialect no longer cares about them, and they fight each other, reaching out and taking out a bottle, the bottle is one of the poisonous insects obtained from the Valley of Hundred Poisons, the bloodthirsty mosquito, the power is not great, but the number is huge, there are tens of thousands of them in the small bottle, these bloodthirsty mosquitoes and the butterfly are dialects in the Netherworld Stream Formation, there are only two kinds of poisonous insects that master the insect control technique, the dialect releases them all, and uses the learned insect control techniques to disperse them into twenty zhang around themselves, wrapping themselves layer by layer.

At the same time, he urged Lihuo to form a thin Lihuo armor outside his body, coupled with the protection of the peach miasma armor, Fang Yan felt that even if he encountered a fierce spirit, even if he couldn't win the fight, he should be able to escape.

When all this was done, hundreds of demon pawns had been killed and wounded, and only the most ferocious ones were left, and they actually started the idea of dialects and pounced on dialects, and the dialects urged the demon heart to swear, and several demon pawns slammed to the ground, and the black demon qi left behind quickly dissipated.

Without the drag of the demon pawn, the speed of the dialect's march was much faster, and the dialect walked towards the depths of the killing field, looking from a distance, it seemed to be a small insect tide, buzzing and tumbling away.

After going deep for hundreds of miles, gradually the dialect found that some fragments appeared on the ground, and there were really a lot of magic weapons flowing here, but they were all low-level magic weapons, and they were all damaged, none of them were above the treasure, and there were no top-grade magic weapons, and the most common ones were the fragments of magic weapons below the middle grade.

With the harvest of the dialect, he was a little excited, if he could arm thousands of demon pawns and even demon generals, even if he met the demon marshal, he could maneuver.

After continuing to walk forward for a while, Fang Yan suddenly felt that a large number of bloodthirsty mosquitoes on the side and back suddenly disappeared, and soon there was a situation on the other side, could it be that two came out at once? Didn't the old man say that it was very difficult to form a fierce soul, why did he encounter two at once, only one dialect was going to try the strength of the other party, but now two appeared at once, after the dialect ran through the illusion, he saw two faint shadows behind him, it was the fierce soul, the dialect's heart tightened suddenly, and two fierce souls appeared behind him, and the dialect deduced from the process of devouring the bloodthirsty mosquito that these two were not very powerful, and he felt a little relieved, and continued to search forward.

Bloodthirsty mosquitoes can't withstand such consumption at all, but in a moment, there is not a single tens of thousands of bloodthirsty mosquitoes around the dialect, all of them have been devoured, and the depressed thing is that as long as the dialect does not run the illusion eye, it will not find the traces of the fierce soul, only a faint evil qi fluttering around him, which is a little breath left by the movement of the fierce soul.

Fortunately, although the old man's words are not completely correct, but the judgment of the fire is still no problem, the fire is effective for the soul of the fire, and after he sacrificed the fire to the fire, his body has not been attacked, thinking of what the old man said The soul of the soul is also divided into stages, and the speed under the feet of the dialect has increased a few points.

After a while, Fang Yan suddenly felt that the two faint breaths that had been hovering around him disappeared, and he looked at them, and sure enough, none of them were gone, and before Fang Yan had time to rejoice, he was startled by a huge aura on the side, and it turned out that those few fierce spirits had discovered a high-level existence and were scared away.

Found this breath, where does Fang Yan dare to continue to search for magic weapons, the other party is extremely fast, just a few miles away, but a moment of effort, it has narrowed half the distance, Fang Yan wants to return the same way at the moment, as long as he is moving in the opposite direction of the Fierce Soul, Fang Yan can confirm that this Fierce Soul is coming for himself, no matter which way he changes, it will always follow behind, and the most important thing is that the speed of the Fierce Soul is not slower than his own, in this killing field, Fang Yan can't fly, he can only infuse mana into his legs, and stride forward。

There are more and more bones along the way, and at first they were still sparse, but when they arrived here, there was a body in a few steps, and there were many fragments scattered next to the body, and the dialect eyes swept away, and it could be found that many of them were fragments of high-level magic weapons, but unfortunately they could not be picked up at this time.

The fierce soul behind him was in hot pursuit, and suddenly, Fang Yan noticed that another breath came from the side, and a fierce soul that was not inferior to the one just now appeared.

"My life is on the line. Fang Yan shouted in his heart, and hurriedly adjusted the direction, seeing that a fierce soul behind him was less than dozens of zhang away from him, Fang Yan gritted his teeth, took out a pill, and threw it into his mouth, unexpectedly he just wanted to pick up a few broken magic weapons, and encountered this kind of thing.

Fang Yan threw into his mouth was the Shenglong Pill, just into the abdomen, there was a huge force rising, Fang Yan sensed that the mana in his body instantly increased, and soon broke through to the middle stage of foundation building, and then it was in the late stage, Fang Yan couldn't adapt to it for a while, this is the feeling of the late stage of foundation building?

Although the state of mind of the dialect is far from the late stage of foundation building, but the power in the body is indeed in the late stage of foundation building, the dialect feels that the mana in the body is surging as if it is endless, and it feels that the sky can collapse between the waves of his hand, of course, all this is the illusion of the dialect, and a person who can only lift a hundred catties suddenly has the strength to be able to lift ten thousand catties, and he will have this feeling.

Fortunately, Fang Yan himself is not confused, he knows that this force is coming violently, but it can't last, and when this force disappears, he will be worse than the original.

The dialect that improved his strength no longer fled in a hurry, but sacrificed the peach miasma armor, urging the Evian sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was flickering flames.

A fierce spirit had already arrived, and when it saw the sudden stop of the dialect, without the slightest hesitation, it pounced on the dialect, and a big mouth was about to bite.

Fang Yan waved the Evian Sword and slashed forward, how do you know that the Evian Sword can't hit the other party at all, it seems that the other party is just a phantom, there is no physical existence at all, fortunately, the dialect's separation from the fire is still effective, where the fire is crossed, the dialect can find that the other party's figure has a little loose.

The Flame Soul also discovered the damage caused by the fire to itself, and the figure suddenly accelerated, and began to circle around the dialect.

For a while, the circle around the dialect was full of phantoms of the fierce soul, and the dialect couldn't lock the other party's position at all, every time he handed out the Evian sword, the circle of phantoms disappeared, but the place where it appeared was not the position where the dialect flying sword was pointing, it was always behind the dialect.

For a while, Fang Yan couldn't kill the Flame Soul at all, let alone collect it, thinking that there would be another one behind him who would arrive soon, Fang Yan put away the Evian Sword and immediately used his mana, urging the Wind Escape Technique, and retreating to the depths.

After the mana is improved, the wind escape technique is not enough to support the escape, if the mana is consumed too much, but he is chased by two fierce spirits, there is only one way to die, so the dialect chooses the deeper part of the killing field, and can only choose this direction.

However, after a few ups and downs, the mana in the later stage of dialect foundation building was also consumed by a small half, and seeing that it was more than ten miles away from the two fierce souls, Fang Yan immediately stopped the wind escape technique and continued to run inward with his feet.

The Fierce Soul also seemed to have sped up, a few points faster than at the beginning, the distance of more than ten miles that Fang Yan had just thrown away, but it was pulled into half of it in half an hour, and as a last resort, Fang Yan launched the Wind Escape Technique again, if there was no turnaround, a few more rounds, even if the Fierce Soul couldn't catch up with him, Fang Yan couldn't get out of this killing field.

At this time, Fang Yan couldn't care less even if he regretted it, he just ran forward vigorously, and when he saw the Fierce Soul approaching, he launched a wind escape technique.

The mana in the body is getting less and less, and the Ascending Dragon Pill can only hold on for an hour, and most of the hours have passed, and the dialect is still running wildly, and the two fierce souls are still chasing behind.

Suddenly, Fang Yan sensed that another aura appeared in front of his side, and another one Fang Yan gasped, and the two chased him like a lost dog, and another one? Not to mention that once the power of his Ascending Dragon Pill passed, even a late-stage Qi refining cultivator could not compare, how could he deal with these three fierce souls.

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