The four attacks flew towards this person at the same time, bringing a burst of cold aura, only to see that the surprise on this demon cultivator's face was even worse, he didn't expect Fang Yan to be able to send such a threatening attack. Three white rays of light attacked the upper, middle and lower three paths, and the natal spirit rune that had been building momentum for several years was like a crystal icicle approaching in an instant, and it looked like it was quite powerful.

"Good boy, I really underestimate you, but no matter how powerful these things are, they are just a means to build the foundation, and they are not enough in front of Lao Tzu. Although this demon cultivator was not in a good state, he still spoke hard words under the attack of the dialect, forcibly lifted his mana and flashed his body, disappeared from the place in the twilight, and appeared seven or eight feet away in the blink of an eye.

Monk Jindan has already set foot in the art of space, although he is far from being able to use it as freely as Brother Yuanying, but it is not difficult to teleportation in short distances, and Brother Jindan is also accustomed to performing this technique in front of low-level monks, and dialects have long been common. This person seems to only have the early stage cultivation of Jindan, and it is not bad to be able to easily translate such a long distance, which is rare in the same level.

It's a pity that he didn't be able to dodge the attack lightly this time, and the dodge technique that had been tried and tested in front of the foundation monk failed to work, and several attacks still flew towards this demon cultivator. The natal talisman can only be done under the manipulation of dialects, but the piccolo is because of its function of automatically locking on to the target, and after changing direction lightly in the air, it flies towards this person in the blink of an eye.

This demon cultivator was only slightly moved at this moment, and hurriedly urged the mana fiercely, and the black qi suddenly rolled up and down Zhou's body, and a layer of dark light appeared on the surface of his body in an instant. I don't know if he used a secret technique or borrowed a magic weapon, but several attacks suddenly became a little stagnant when he hit this person, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move forward.

Several white rays of light flickered a few times on this person, and then they were dimly extinguished, and the blow of the two powerful means of dialect combined was easily resisted by this Jindan Demon Cultivator. But at this moment, the black light on this person's body was also suddenly extinguished, and I saw that his originally pale face had become white at this moment. It can be seen that in order to block the attack of the dialect just now, this person paid a lot of price.

"This person is really injured, maybe there is not much mana left, right?" Fang Yan suddenly perked up, thinking that in order to get rid of the pursuit of those immortals, this demon cultivator still didn't know what means he used, so that he was in such a state as he is now. Just a small test, the dialect saw this person's predicament. In this state, I don't forget to hunt down and kill myself, and I won't make a decision about it.

At critical moments, dialects are also decisive people. He didn't feel anything wrong with doing this kind of thing of taking advantage of people's danger and falling into the well, not to mention that this person came to the door by himself. The move just now was slightly effective, and the backhand dialect combined the fire dragon order and the natal spirit rune to attack, although each time he made his mana lose sharply, but he must maintain a strong offensive and completely suppress it, and he must not let this demon cultivator free his hand.

"Stinky boy, this means dares to be revealed in front of Lao Tzu. Look for death!" This demon cultivator was furious, and he could see the reason at a glance for Fang Yan's way of playing, which was to bully him that his mana was weak now, and he used up the little mana he had left with non-stop attacks.

Although he saw through the dialect's thoughts in an instant, his current embarrassment was also seen through by the dialect, and he originally thought that he could kill the dialect with a little means, but now it seems that the idea just now is too simple. The foundation monk in front of him was even more difficult than he had imagined. Maybe without the vicious battle with the immortal clan before, it would not be difficult for him to kill the opponent, but unfortunately, with his current state, he has some strength that can be brought into play normally.

In the face of the aggressive attack of the dialect, this person had to reluctantly urge the mana, and spit out his natal magic weapon magic weapon long knife from his mouth. He casually took out a small black flag, but the two treasures were obviously a little damaged. As soon as the banner flew out, a heavy demonic mist formed around the person, making it difficult for the huge fire dragon urged by the dialect to advance any longer.

However, Fang Yan was secretly happy in his heart, these two things not only made him see that this person had been injured a lot just now, but also that he could successfully force him to consume mana, and he could also implement his plan step by step. It's just that this person is a Jindan monk after all. Even the counterattack dialect launched at this time must be dealt with carefully, otherwise he will be able to succeed if he is not careful.

In the firelight, a long knife flew out rapidly, with an astonishing spiritual pressure, and after a few flashes, it flew to the top of Fang Yan's head, and slashed down fiercely. When this person was defending with all his might, he still tried his best to turn defense into offense, and only after beating the momentum of Fang Yan's attack and controlling the rhythm of the fighting method could it be possible to gradually turn the tables.

If Fang Yan didn't dare to carry it, this person could manipulate the long knife to maneuver with Fang Yan, and then take the opportunity to gradually recover some mana, or brew other means to launch a fatal blow. And it may not be easy for the dialect to take it, as long as the dialect's attack routine can be disrupted because of this, the offensive that this person struggled to launch will have an effect.

With a "click", the long knife slashed at a figure, cutting into the shoulder half a foot deep, and the sound of cutting into the flesh was like cutting through metal, and it was Fang Yan who released his puppet body to carry the other party's blow for him. What's even more ferocious is that Fang Yan controlled the puppet body, trapped the opponent's natal magic weapon in his body, and relied on the hard body of the puppet body to prevent this demon cultivator from taking back the long knife.

Fang Yan himself deceived himself, and the three piccolos appeared in his hand again, and the soul bead was also urged by him with all his strength at this moment, and he was about to come to this person in a few flashes. This kind of desperate fighting method was not thought of by the other party at all, but Fang Yan had already thought very clearly, no matter what the price was, he would have to suppress this demon cultivation to the death, and he would never be given the slightest chance.

Even if he loses this puppet body for this, Fang Yan will not hesitate to do it, this battle cannot be lost to him at all, even if this demon cultivator takes the opportunity to escape, it will bring endless troubles to Fang Yan, it is better to fight now. This man obviously underestimated Fang Yan's determination, and when he found out, he immediately panicked, because he really didn't have too good means at his disposal, and the losses just now in order to escape the siege of the immortals were too great.

At this time, he regretted that he had put too much of his trust in him, and did not wait for the mana to recover a little before coming to arrest this monk who made him quite strange, and he was really a little impatient. Maybe it's best to leave this place for a while, but the natal magic weapon can't fall into the hands of others, and just as he was about to take it back, he suddenly realized that the long knife had severed his mental connection with him.

Together with the corpse with a dead aura in front of Fang Yan, he also didn't know where to go in an instant, how could the natal thing disappear without a trace, and there was not even a trace of induction. This demon cultivator was shocked, it was impossible for the natal magic weapon that had been refined for many years to be snatched away in such a short period of time, and it was difficult for a foundation building period monk like Mo to speak dialects, and it would be difficult for the Yuan Infant Great Power to do it.

"You. What trick did you kid use to hand over Lao Tzu's Moyue Knife!" Looking at the oncoming dialect, there was a trace of panic in this person's heart. It was extremely ridiculous to say, in the face of a monk who was a great level lower than himself, this demon cultivator seemed at a loss, and he also said such incoherent words.

"You'll see that, but only after I killed you. "This person's natal magic weapon was included in the blue bead space by the dialect. With the miracle of this bead, how can he recall, the puppet body has lost its combat power under his blow. Only by forcibly earning the space can it be possible to keep it, and it can take the opportunity to seize this person's natal magic weapon, which is equivalent to cutting off his arm.

Just as the Soul Bead launched an attack on this person, the three piccolos in Fang Yan's hand were urged by him again, and a large number of golden talismans were also rapidly stimulated by Fang Yan, and all the attack methods that could be used were quickly used by him, and he didn't care about his own mana consumption at all. Fang Yan was always thinking about how to suppress this person to the greatest extent, except for the demon gate methods that this person was familiar with, other powerful attacks were all urged by him.

In a panic, the man suddenly spewed out a mouthful of essence blood at the magic flag in front of him. I saw a large black crow-like monster flying out of it immediately. It seems that this demon cultivator also realizes that his situation is not good, in the face of the fierce offensive of the dialect, the so-called advantage has disappeared, and if he continues to be so timid, it is really possible to be planted in the hands of this foundation building period monk.

"Go to death, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, just rely on you little thief!" Immediately, he violently urged the magic flag, and the mana had dried up, and he did not hesitate to spurt out a large mouthful of essence blood. A large group of monsters flew towards Fang Yan, and he could barely resist Fang Yan's attack with these monsters, but the black light of his talisman just now could no longer be urged.

These monsters are obviously made up of pure demonic qi, and if they are others, they may be difficult to parry. But Fang Yan has the best way to deal with this thing, which is the soul card that raises monsters. Before these demonic monsters could get closer, the soul card appeared in mid-air in a flash of words, and then emitted a golden halo, sucking these things into it as if they were thirsty.

"What the hell is this?" Seeing this scene, this person was terrified, but he didn't expect that the magic flag that he had tried so hard to urge would be easily dissolved by the dialect. It seems to have become the nourishment of the other party's item. It was too late to regret it at this moment, and he couldn't even escape from the fact that he had lost a lot of his essence and blood, unless he did it in the first place.

As countless monsters and the demonic energy around him were sucked into the soul card, the attacks of the dialect became more and more intensive, and even the Canglong Sword was also used by him, and all the means that could be used by the dialect did not hesitate to greet this person. In the blink of an eye, this person became difficult to parry, and the injuries that had been suppressed with all his might also erupted, and he was about to die under the attack of Fang Yan.

"The thief should die, no matter how strong your means are, after all, you are a little foundation building monk, and you still have to die at the hands of Lao Tzu. The demon cultivator suddenly let out a hysterical laugh, and a golden pill suddenly rose from the top of his head, and just as Fang Yan retreated in surprise, a faint figure flew out of the golden pill.

"If you want to take it, let's dream of your spring and autumn season!" At such a critical moment in the battle, Fang Yan was surprisingly calm, and forcibly summoned the soul card that was devouring demonic qi in front of him, instantly enveloping this divine soul phantom with golden light.

"This thing still has the power to devour the divine soul, what the hell is this!" Feeling that his divine soul was sharply weakened, this demon cultivator only knew at this time that this little jade card was powerful, not only could it absorb pure demonic energy, but it was also a horcrux that damaged the divine soul. But now I know what's the use, the soul leaves the body and then retreats to the damage, which is tantamount to waiting for death in this situation.

Against the golden halo that was rapidly dissolving his soul, this demon cultivator actually stubbornly rushed into the sea of knowledge of dialects, and then his face became dull, and his whole mind also entered his own sea of knowledge. It didn't take long for Fang Yan's face to return to normal, and without saying a word, he put away all the items around him, along with the corpse, and then urged the water cloud to fly across and disappear. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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