Striking open the head of the Devouring Lord again, what appeared was a shock. No one thought that there would be a sword in the head of the Devouring Lord, let alone that this sword not only did not have the slightest sense of demonic energy, but instead appeared extremely decent and full of righteousness.

"It's Haoran Righteous Qi Sword!"

Emperor Zhuan snorted lightly, already recognizing the origin of this sword.

The three Qingdao people were also stunned, and they also recognized this sword. In the past, the three of them were dissatisfied with the immeasurable Tianzun's concealment of many things, and decided to meddle in the affairs of the desolation, and no longer transcendent things.

intends to use a war to control the power of the world, and even make the human race live under the immortal race from now on. Everything went well, but in the end, Yang Fanhai, the god of war, was unwilling to be manipulated by the human race like this, and went out to fight angrily. At the last moment, he used this mighty righteous sword to make enemies against several of their saints.

At that time, Yang Fanhai was an absolute hero, a heroic and righteous spirit, so that this sword was dormant, willing to be used by it, that kind of momentum made them ashamed of the saints at that time, and the image was so profound that it would never be forgotten.

Seeing this sword again today, it instantly evokes memories in their hearts.

Since it is in the name of Haoran righteousness, this sword should have the effect of suppressing evil qi, Chen Pan did not hesitate, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the sword in his hand.

The moment he grabbed the hilt of the sword, he could feel a sound of cheering coming from the sword, as if an elf had been waiting for a long time, and he could even hear his heart: let yourself help Yang Fanhai.

After listening carefully, I was overjoyed.

Yang Fanhai is still there, and he has not been wiped out like the other devouring masters.

Devouring Dao Patterns is by snatching the body for dominance, and then grinding down the spirit of this generation of Devouring Lords day after day, year after year, until it is digested and completely absorbed. Just like eating, let the Spirit of the Devouring Lord itself become its nourishment.

Fu Xi used the shackles of time to suppress Yang Fanhai, which was a helpless strategy, but it could not be cured. Under normal circumstances, after so many years, the Devouring Dao Pattern has already thoroughly digested and absorbed Yang Fanhai.

Thanks to the flood and famine era in the past, or by luck, or by the intention of Fu Xi and Lu Zhudao Jun, Yang Fanhai obtained this Haoran Righteous Qi Sword, which is the most suitable for suppressing evil qi such as inner demons and desires, and has stubbornly helped Yang Fanhai for so many years.

But the Haoran Righteous Qi Sword can only delay time, and it can't help Yang Fanhai recover. And at this point, relying on its own strength, it has no effect.

"I suppressed the Devouring Dao Pattern, your divine consciousness followed it, Yang Fanhai should be trapped by the Devouring Power and will be lost. ”

Hearing what Chen Pan said, Chen Weiming nodded hurriedly.

Goodbye Chen Pan held the talisman in his hand, condensed the regular Dao pattern, and in an instant, it turned into a Devouring Dao pattern, and then reversed, directly slapping on the Lord of Devouring. At the same time, various runes and supernatural powers are operated, drawing out the power of various Dao pattern origins, like ropes, binding the Devouring Lord to death.

Li Qinglian in the distance looked at it, took a sip of wine, then frowned, sighed, put away the wine gourd, and raised his hand to draw out a bronze sword, which was the one used by the three-foot sword in the past.

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Zimo, who was seriously injured before and had to retreat, immediately stood up with hairs all over his body when he saw him like this. Even if no one explained too much to him, he knew that this guy's strength was absolutely terrifying. And he had repeatedly said that he wanted to do something like that, so he naturally knew that Li Qinglian was full of murderous intent towards Yang Fanhai.

Li Qinglian knew what he meant, looked ahead and said, "Chen Pan is now holding his salary to fight the fire, he has used so much power to suppress the Lord of Devouring, once the rescue is not successful, the consequences are unimaginable." If the situation is not right, I can only say sorry. ”

can make him so cautious, which shows how dangerous what Chen Pan is doing at the moment.

In another place, the Haoran Righteous Qi Sword flickered with Xuanguang non-stop, and when the light was almost dazzling, Chen Weiming felt a pain in his eyes, and then felt that his body was light, as if he had entered a spatial channel. When you are in front of you, you will find that you have arrived in a terrible world full of flames, thunder, and lava, like a legendary hell.

All the forces surged in one direction, like a huge vortex of energy, and in the center of the vortex stood a person.

It's too far away, and I can't see my face clearly, but when it's a back, it makes people feel inexplicably relieved, as reliable as Taishan.

It's the god of war......

Chen Weiming's heart moved, and he rushed towards the figure in the sword light.

When he got in front of him and saw it clearly, he suddenly gasped.

Fire, Thunder, Lava...... All kinds of energy are just appearances, and their root is actually devouring power. These forces are constantly eroding the god of war and assimilating them.

This is a process of devouring power digesting the devouring master, and at this time, Yang Fanhai's whole body was almost eroded into a devouring body, like a bronze statue. The back of the head has been eroded, only above the bridge of the nose, and the small half of the face is still maintained.

Once all of them erode away, it is no longer possible.

Chen Weiming was in a hurry, and rushed over when he was busy, intending to perform spiritual exercises. In this kind of confrontation, I am afraid that ordinary power is useless, and I can only try the power of spiritual power attack, the power of faith and other powers.

But just after making an attempt, I was stunned to find that I was now just a divine consciousness, almost a memory, and could not use any power at all.

This method is useless, and I can't think of any other way, so I can only shout.

"Yang Fanhai, Yang Fanhai!"

There was a shout, and he tried his best, just hoping to wake up the god of war, but after shouting for a long time, it was useless. The god of war still had his eyes closed, as if he had lost his life.

Yang Fanhai's three words are useless......

Chen Weiming immediately changed his name and shouted loudly: "Fuxi, Fuxi......"

After shouting a few times, it was useless, and then remembered that Chen Pan had said another name for Fuxi, and changed his words again: "Tianyu, Tianyu!"

It's a pity that the result is the same, it's still useless, and even if he screams out his throat, there is no reaction.

Could it be that it is too late...... Thinking of this in his heart, he suddenly saw that the erosion was about to spread, and he was suddenly anxious, and shouted loudly: "Yang Jian, Yang Jian...... No, Yang Erlang, Yang Erlang!"

He remembered that when Yang Jian faced Yang Fanhai, he called himself Erlang.

It's a pity that it's still like a dead person, and there is no response.

His name is useless, his master's is useless, his brother's is useless, and that is his wife......

Chen Weiming was in trouble for a while, how could he know the name of Yang Fanhai's wife, he was entangled for a while, and then saw that the erosion of devouring power had really begun, and in a hurry, he could only shout loudly: "Yang Zimo, Yang Zimo." ”

Yang Zimo was born after Yang Fanhai was suppressed, and many years later, Chen Weiming was hopeless.

Unexpectedly, after shouting these three words, Yang Fanhai's brows trembled.

It actually works...... Chen Weiming was overjoyed, and he shouted a few times in a row, and finally saw Yang Fanhai open his eyes.

His eyes were red, like a sea of blood.