It's not that the dialect is reluctant to let go of the origin of a thunder, even if the origin of thunder is rare, it can only be talked about if it is left alive, if it falls, what is the use of spiritual things no matter how valuable it is, the key problem is that even if the dialect releases the origin of thunder, it seems to have no effect on the current situation, and the dialect does not believe that this demon beast is so powerful, it will let go of itself because of the origin of thunder, and even if his strength does not suppress the origin of thunder, it will not be much stronger than now.

The sixth-order demon beast urged the distraction aura, if it was easy to be able to urge, Fang Yan himself would not believe it, such a domineering exercise, even a demon beast would definitely have a great loss, and the existence of Fang Yan and Zi Ling's two Yuan Infant Stages was definitely an excellent tonic for this demon beast, not to mention that it also coveted the magic weapon urged by the two.

Fang Yan knew that he was in danger, the reason why Fang Yan chose to break through the wilderness before, the biggest reliance was not on the strength of himself and Zi Ling, but on the Thunder Wing, after flying all the way from the sealed place to the Canglan City, and then after a few years of understanding of the Canglan City, Fang Yan had already learned that the Thunder Escape Wing was definitely a first-class flying magic weapon in the Xuanlan Domain, and it was difficult for the distracted monks to catch up, but he didn't expect that now his biggest reliance could not be urged at all.

Fang Yan didn't open his right hand, let the origin of thunder leave, and continued to urge the Qingyun Giant Sword with a backhand, but Fang Yan's expression was fierce, and it didn't look like he was going to urge the magic weapon to kill the earth dragon beast.

In an instant, Fang Yan gave birth to the idea of self-detonating the magic weapon of the middle grade spirit weapon to kill and injure the demon beast, even if the natal magic weapon could not be taken care of, if the Qingyun Giant Sword still could not achieve results, even if it was the Senran Scroll, Ziheng Furnace, or even the Qiankun Pot, Fang Yan would not be stingy to self-detonate them, no matter what high-level magic weapon, it would be useful to live by himself.

Before the Qingyun giant sword left his hand, the dialect suddenly stopped there, and the whole person seemed to have become a clay sculpture, the purple spirit and the two spirit pets discovered the movement of the dialect for the first time, and the frightened purple spirit couldn't delay anything, urging the purple heng furnace to quickly escape towards the dialect, the falling purple spirit and the two spirit pets suddenly realized that their actions were blocked, and after being wrapped in several yellow rays, the purple heng furnace could only stay in mid-air, but it was difficult to fall half a minute.

At this moment, the long-brewing bombardment of the earth dragon beast finally fell, only to see that a golden brilliant light suddenly erupted from its mouth, the original dark inkstone, wrapped in the extremely rich earth aura, gave birth to a golden way, brilliant and brilliant, straight towards the dialect below, without the slightest fancy, the earth dragon beast made it clear that it would suppress people with force, and it would directly kill the dialect with absolute strength, and it had already given birth to wisdom, and it also understood that the monk below who was not the highest cultivator was the key to this group of human beasts.

"The hosts. The purple spirit, who couldn't move, watched the bombardment of the earth dragon beast go towards the dialect, and couldn't help but exclaim, and the two spirit pets jumped up and down in the Ziheng furnace, but they couldn't do it at all if they wanted to escape from the Ziheng furnace, they were all aware of the decisive aura exuded by the dialect before, and knew that their master was about to self-detonate a high-level magic weapon to find a glimmer of life, but they didn't know what happened to the dialect and why it suddenly stopped acting at this critical moment.

The golden inkstone struck Fang Yan's body before an instant, and to the horror of Zi Ling and the two spirit pets, this bombardment did not give birth to a trace of fluctuations, and just disappeared directly into the top of Fang Yan's head.

Not only did they not understand, but even the Earth Dragon Beast that launched the attack did not know what had happened all of a sudden, and its attack was not to bombard the monk who was going underground, but rather to be sucked into his body by him.

A few breaths of time flickered, and suddenly, Zi Ling noticed that his ontological magic weapon Ziheng Furnace had regained its agility, where would he hesitate, and directly urged the magic weapon to quickly fly towards Fang Yan's body, but when he got closer, the thunder light on Fang Yan's right arm had already invaded half of his upper arm, but he still didn't make the slightest movement, even if he urged the divine consciousness to call, he couldn't respond at all, if it weren't for the close connection between the divine soul, Zi Ling would even think that Fang Yan had fallen.

In the final analysis, the purple spirit is just a machine spirit, and the real monk is still very different, compared to the Hu Dao people who have been mixed among the monks for many years, it is much worse, if the Hu Dao people see the current situation of the dialect, they will know at a glance that there is a problem with the sea of knowledge, to be precise, there is a problem with the soul, and the purple spirit is just a fire spirit body to give birth to spiritual intelligence, for him there is no such thing as knowing the sea at all, and he doesn't know what to do when he encounters the current situation, only to urge the ontology magic weapon to protect aside.

Purple Spirit suddenly realized that the Earth Dragon Beast, which was still imposing just now, suddenly changed at this moment, far less powerful than when it exuded a distracting aura before, and even a little weaker than the previous Great Perfection, although Zi Ling didn't know what happened in the dialect, but he knew that the demon beast in front of him was the culprit, and it might be fine to kill it.

"You two are guarding your master. Zi Ling was also accustomed to the courage of the dialect, and threw the two spirit pets out, urging the Ziheng furnace to flash out, and attacked and killed the tail of the earth dragon beast.

The Ziheng Furnace was originally just a Dan furnace, and it was only difficult to use it to defend with the help of its strong body, but at this moment, the Purple Spirit used it to bombard the Earth Dragon Beast that was higher than his own cultivation, and it was even more difficult, the attack power of the Ziheng Furnace would never be greater than the sword light of the Great Wu Sword Array, even if the Earth Dragon Beast was a little weak now, it was not much worse than when it was bombarded by the previous dialect.

The Earth Dragon Beast hadn't paid much attention to the purple spirit before, and just wanted to kill the dialect with all its might, but it had already been very clear about the power of the purple spirit's ontological magic weapon, and it was also nervous about the magic weapon that it couldn't recall at the moment, and when it saw the purple spirit's movements, it only sent out a disdainful divine sense message, and didn't take any other precautions at all.

Of course, Zi Ling knows that the strength of his ontology magic weapon lies in alchemy, not to kill the enemy, if he uses it to attack the Earth Dragon Beast, unless it self-detonates may have some effect, it is useless at all, and he sensed the disdain from the Earth Dragon Beast, Zi Ling still firmly headed towards the tail of the Earth Dragon Beast, the speed of the Ziheng Furnace suddenly dropped, and it was sticky, that is, without the pure earth aura, this Earth Dragon Beast also had the ability to control the vitality, and the side of its body was as sticky as a swamp.

At this moment, three flames erupted from the three fire eyes of the Ziheng Furnace, which were supposed to absorb the flames, and they formed a circle, but the tail of the Earth Dragon Beast that sank into the ground was encircled, and the crackling sound suddenly sounded, Zi Ling did not plan to attack the enemy with the Ziheng Furnace at all, but he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box, and did not hesitate to lose the origin, and directly urged the spiritual fire to attack and kill the past.

"Huh?" the Earth Dragon Beast let out an exclamation for the first time, and no longer bothered to entangle the dialect, it repeatedly urged attacks to bombard the purple spirit, its tail seemed to be more important than a magic weapon.

The purple spirit has the purple heng furnace protective body, even if the medium-grade spiritual weapon is not a defensive magic weapon, it is not easy to break after urging, and at this moment, the strength of the earth dragon beast is obviously weakened and the previous power is gone, the purple spirit senses its movements, but the purple heng furnace is urged vigorously, and the movements in his hand are a little tighter, and the spiritual fire in the purple heng furnace is even stronger.

"Ahh Another voice sounded, it was still the Earth Dragon Beast, this time it was no longer an exclamation, but a miserable scream, the spiritual fire gushing out of the Ziheng Furnace had already scorched its body, and a more violent bombardment also descended towards the Ziheng Furnace.

Seeing that his attack had been effective, just listening to this miserable shout, Zi Ling knew that the earth dragon beast was not lightly injured, and sensed that a greater power fell overhead, and a small flame suddenly erupted from Zi Ling's mouth, pouring into the Ziheng furnace, as the bean-sized flame entered the body, the Ziheng furnace suddenly shone brightly, and took the hatred of the earth dragon beast.

"Break it for me. Purple Spirit secretly snorted, and an even more tragic cry sounded, and the originally condensed earth aura suddenly roared at this moment, and dispersed in all directions, and the momentum of the earth dragon beast suddenly weakened, and then looked at the ground, the tail of the original native dragon beast had been truncated by the purple spirit, and only half a foot long was left outside when it was submerged into the ground, still writhing, as if it wanted to come out.

"Do you want to take it away again?" With a successful move, the purple spirit's momentum soared, ignoring the increasingly fast but powerful attack of the earth dragon beast, urging the Ziheng furnace to flicker, and then towards the severed tail cover, one after another fluctuations fell directly downward.

The earth dragon beast shouted again and again, but it couldn't hide its horror, but after a few breaths, the cultivation of the earth dragon beast of the original Yuan Infant Great Perfection had dropped a lot, and the breath revealed was only that it had just stepped into the late stage of the Yuan Infant period.

"Haha" After a while, Zi Ling laughed, and the spiritual fire under the Ziheng furnace suddenly changed direction, and attacked and killed the earth dragon beast that was already missing, and the truncated tail had long been missing on the ground, but Zi Ling made a slight move, and the body of the earth dragon beast flashed out, dozens of zhang away, it had already sunk into the ground, and after a faint fluctuation, Zi Ling could no longer sense its trace.

Zi Ling had the intention to completely kill this sixth-order demon beast, but he also knew that with only this technique of earth escape, it would be difficult for him to catch up with Ziheng Furnace, and although Zi Ling had just won, it was not unscathed, the reason why those spiritual fires were extraordinarily powerful was that Zi Ling had consumed his own origin, especially the small flame at the end, which almost consumed most of the Tai Xuan Flame that Zi Ling had refined from the Qiankun Pot Portal, and as soon as the momentum passed, Zi Ling also sensed fatigue, and if he wanted to recover from before, he might have to spend much effort, but as long as the dialect was not hindered, Zi Ling was not worried about his recovery at all。

Putting away the spiritual fire, Zi Ling looked towards the dialect, his heart sank, the dialect more than ten zhang away was still standing there like a clay sculpture, the red cicada queen beast was hovering around, what the situation was, it was still unknown, and Zi Ling could only endure the fatigue and urge the Ziheng furnace to protect the dialect in it.