No matter how the previous process changed, now it seems that the result is quite lovely, and everything is still developing as Zhou Yan expected. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

First of all, he used the "Thunderball" style to smash all the defenses outside the body of the Red Corpse Divine Monarch with a single assassination stick, breaking the bloody demonic qi in the bloody corpse body of the Red Corpse Divine Monarch, and then using the power of the sun's golden flame to destroy the body of the Red Corpse Divine Monarch with the power of destroying the ancient era.

This can be said to be Zhou Yan's failure to make a move, and as soon as he makes a move, he will kill the Red Corpse God Monarch with one blow.

At this time, the Red Corpse Divine Monarch, who was shrouded in the golden flame of the sun, the rich blood light on his body had become very dim, and under this purple-gold flame, the whole person had lost his human form, and his body had turned into a ball of unstable blood, and the blood mass exuded a slight breath of life.

And at this time, the real people of the Nine Palaces, who had been disturbed by Zhou Yan's flesh and blood clone method, finally caught up with the action.

A pure white light shot out from the fingertips of the fingers of the left hand waved by the true person of the Nine Palaces, and the size of this pure white light was compared to Zhou Yan's purple gold thunder, which could be described as the light of fireflies compared to the sun and the moon, which was enough to see its insignificance.

However, it was such a pure white light that seemed so small and insignificant, but it emitted an aura that even the surrounding space could not carry.

As the light points to, all things return to nothingness, the void changes, and the space is agitated.

And where this pure white light pointed, it was the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod in Zhou Yan's hand.

Looking at the arrival of this pure white light that was undisguised and could not be concealed, Zhou Yan did not make any moves, and his face still had that faint but confident smile.

It seems, as if this pure white light, is nothing but an illusion, an illusion.

At this moment, at this moment, at this moment, light, light, and another ray of light rose, rising in the main hall of this gloomy Red Blood Cave Mansion.

This sudden light was not like the scarlet blood light of the Red Corpse God Monarch, such a cold, nor was it like the purple-gold firelight like Zhou Yan, so hot, not to mention the pure white light like the Jiugong Zhenren, such a stirring.

This light, this light that shot into everyone's eyes, at a glance, the first thought that came to everyone's hearts was leisure, yes!

Through this light, everyone seemed to see the vast and boundless sky, the wanton soaring leisure, and the freedom to go straight to the nine heavens.

This light is a cyan light, a light as blue as the sky, it is a blue light.

The azure light is intertwined with the pure white light, it is a silent collision, it is a graceful alternation, it is like two equally profound painters, and at the same time draw the first stroke of a hand-me-down painting.

One stroke outlines all the things in the world, and one stroke of calligraphy and painting comes out of the misty sky.

Between heaven and earth, one is clear and two are white, and within Vientiane, green and white are self-satisfied.

Eventually, everything disappeared into the vast space and returned to its original form.

At this time, under the disappearing azure light, a dashing figure appeared in front of the Jiugong Zhenren.

This person, dressed in a green shirt and Confucian clothes, holds an unfolded cyan folding fan in his right hand, and the folding fan is a picture of splashing ink on the fan surface, and he shakes the folding fan with a pleasant expression, which is really a good posture.

If you don't look at the environment here, it seems that this person swaying a folding fan is like a dignified and elegant person, standing on top of a human poetry meeting, watching the wind and snow, and preparing to chant the psalms that are sung.

And he is the ventilated great sage macaque king of the demon clan in the past, and now the third demon god on Huaguo Mountain, the ventilated demon god macaque king.

And behind the Macaque King, beside Zhou Yan, who was still using the Sun Golden Flame to burn the Red Corpse God Monarch, Bai Jingjing's figure also appeared on the side, looking at Zhou Yan quietly.

When he looked at it again, he found that Bai Jingjing and Chun Thirty Niang in the hands of Jiugong Zhenren had disappeared without knowing when.

Looking at Bai Jingjing, Zhou Yan didn't say anything, the fingers of his left hand swiped into the void, and a purple light flashed in front of him, and as the purple light flashed, a landscape painting scroll appeared in front of him, which was the landscape boundary map in Zhou Yan's hand.

"Jingjing, now, you should understand what I mean!", Zhou Yan said indifferently.

"I understand, I'll leave it to you here, husband, it seems that I have become a burden to you, I can only affect you, or my strength is not enough!", Bai Jingjing said a little unwillingly.

"You don't have to blame yourself, you have worked hard enough, it's just that the path of cultivation is not a one-step ascension, but a step by step, my path cannot be copied, so don't compare your progress with my growth, compared to most people, you have grown fast enough, and you don't have to be humble", Zhou Yan comforted.

"Husband, you don't have to comfort me, I know my own affairs, all in all, it's up to you to make up your mind here, I won't force anything anymore, let's follow the fate together", as soon as the words fell, Bai Jingjing turned into a white light and disappeared into the landscape boundary map in front of him, without giving Zhou Yan a chance to respond.

Looking at Bai Jingjing like this, Zhou Yan could only sigh helplessly, didn't say anything, waved his hand, and put the Shanshui Dao boundary map into the purple mansion in his body.

Although, from the time Zhou Yan took out the Shanshui Dao boundary map, and then Bai Jingjing entered the Shanshui Dao boundary map, Zhou Yan and Bai Jingjing had two or three sentences of dialogue, but the time was only a few seconds past.

At this time, after Bai Jingjing entered the Shanshui Dao Boundary Diagram, there were only four people left in the entire Red Blood Main Hall, uh no, to be precise, it should be the existence of three and a half people.

The Red Corpse Divine Monarch who has fallen into Zhou Yan's hands, looking at the current situation, can only be regarded as half a person, and it is only a matter of time before he dies, and even time is not too big a problem.

Speaking of which, the Red Corpse Divine Monarch can be regarded as a more tragic Da Luo Jin Immortal, and he has not made any moves at all, and it is already about to end.

In fact, for example, the battle of monks above the Golden Immortal Realm is basically to compete with the supernatural martial arts first, then fight with the power of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and then fight with the world of the Dao, and finally if there is any means to press the bottom of the box, then use it.

Just like the land of thousands of miles of glaciers in the North Sea before, the battle between Zhou Yan and the Great Sage Jiao Demon King can be said to be a typical monk battle mode above the Golden Immortal Realm in the Three Realms, if it weren't for the last Jiao Demon King who took out a drop of demon master Kunpeng's heart's blood, it is estimated that the battle would have ended.

However, if there was no such encounter, how could Zhou Yan get the opportunity to step into the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, so as to break through to the realm of the current Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Blessings and misfortunes lurk, misfortunes and blessings rely on, and blessings and misfortunes are all here.

Compared to the Jiao Demon King, the Red Corpse Divine Monarch, as a Da Luo Jin Immortal, can really be regarded as miserable, except for playing a trick of the blood path spell Red Cloud Scattered Flower Needle that had been suppressed by Zhou Yan before, he finally seized an opportunity and made a big move, but it was Zhou Yan's flesh and blood clone method to play.

In the end, it can be said that he didn't even have time to show the Dao World in a hurry, and he was destroyed by Zhou Yan in one breath, and he didn't even let go of his Yuan Shen Demon Fetus.

At this time, the blood mass within the Sun Golden Flame in front of Zhou Yan's eyes was composed of Blood Demon Qi, and the center of this blood mass was the core of the Demon Qi that belonged to the Red Corpse Divine Monarch who cultivated the Red Corpse Seven Demon Light Heart Method, the Yuan Shen Demon Fetus.

Of course, the so-called Yuanshen Demon Fetus, Yuanshen Jindan, Yuanshen Relic, etc., are just different in practice, and the different titles for the core of their own strength are actually not too different in nature, but one is the core of demonic energy, one is the core of mana, and the other is the title of Buddhism.

At this time, the Red Corpse Divine Monarch was still under the power of the Sun's Golden Flame, struggling to support him, and it seemed that he was still waiting for the True Person of the Nine Palaces to save him from this dire predicament. However, the true people of the Nine Palaces, who were pinned on by the Red Corpse Divine Monarch, were now unable to save the Red Corpse Divine Monarch in time as the Red Corpse Divine Monarch expected.

Because, the person who is now standing in front of the real person of the Nine Palaces, this ventilation demon god macaque king who appeared out of nowhere.

The Ruyi Wind Forest Fan that stretched out unfolded out of thin air, and an azure wall of wind stood horizontally behind the Macaque King, isolating the Macaque King and the True People of the Nine Palaces from Zhou Yan.

"Below, the third demon god of Huaguo Mountain, the macaque king of the ventilation demon god, this is polite......"

The macaque king and the real person of the nine palaces were far away, looking at the real people of the nine palaces with an uncertain expression on their faces, the macaque king smiled chic and greeted with a fist.

Talking moderately, neither humble nor arrogant, and behaving freely, this is the demeanor of the macaque king, and this is also the personality of the macaque king.

"It turned out to be you, the ...... of the Macaque King", looking at the appearance of the Macaque King, the real people of Jiugong were a little annoyed.

"It seems that you know the real person, but I don't know you below, this is really a bit strange, dare to ask where the real person is located?", the macaque king asked leisurely.

"It turns out that you are the spider spirit before, and it is a very good method of change, and even the real person has been deceived in the past, and the real person really underestimated you before. No wonder, how did the real person think it was so easy to get it before, it turned out that he had never really succeeded from beginning to end, you are very good, the macaque king, or the fight to defeat the ...... Buddha", the real person of the nine palaces did not directly respond to the question of the macaque king, but instead opened his mouth and said a doubt in his heart.

"It seems that you really recognize the following, however, the so-called fighting victory over the Buddha's position is not what I want, don't mention it, this is a real person to see, but the real person is willing to solve the doubts in his heart for the next", the macaque king is still a leisurely expression.

Like Zhou Yan, the Macaque King didn't know this Jiugong real person who didn't know her origin, didn't know the details, and didn't know her feet, so he was naturally very curious about who she was.