After about half an hour, this newly acquired demon pet slowly woke up, looking at its full energy, and it shouldn't have suffered too much in the process.xshuotxt,Visit:。 It's just that I don't know how well its divine soul has recovered, and there is also the secret technique of disguising it as a second-level demonic beast, which makes Fang Yan very interested.

Just looking at it looking around a little blankly, and then constantly observing the changes in itself, this kind of behavior seems to be much smarter than the black one. As soon as Fang Yan pinched the trick, he waved his hand towards the soul monument in mid-air, and the demon pet landed in front of Fang Yan, looking at him with a hint of fear.

"What's going on with the previous coercion, as well as the stealth technique, all be used here, let me see what you're capable of. Fang Yan looked at it and said, then shrunk the soul card, and hung it above his head.

This demon pet could understand the words of the dialect, but it could not make a sound, and nodded at the dialect repeatedly. Immediately after that, the demonic qi on this demonic pet surged, and the demonic qi around it was all attracted, and then I saw that the aura on its body changed little by little, and its power became stronger and stronger, and finally it slowly formed a strong coercion, which was no different from the second-level demonic beast.

Then its form slowly changed, fading little by little, and soon disappeared in place, all of which seemed to be very easy for it to do, and it did it naturally. Fang Yan couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and the others were also amazed, if they could also practice these spells, wouldn't their combat power be greatly improved, at least there would be no problem in using them to scare people.

However, when the dialect communicated with it with his divine sense, he became disappointed, and it turned out that it did not know these spells, but did it with the help of a foreign object, and pointed to the ugly short horn on its head as it spoke.

Fang Yan immediately leaned in to take a closer look, and although he did not see any mystery about this short horn, he also found a clue. This short horn seems to be very old, it is mottled on it, and the runes that flash from time to time also make the dialect dizzy and 'flower', which makes the dialect very interested, but it can't be seen for a long time, it must be a high-level rune.

This short horn must have a great origin, and when the dialect asked, it could not explain it clearly, only remembering that it was already there when it turned on its mind. It turns out that this is the case, and the dialect guesses that it is definitely not the demon pet that grew up on its own, no wonder it looks very weird, it may be the legacy of a high-level magical beast, similar to the inheritance of the human race, or it may be a special magic weapon, which happened to its head by chance, and it was not innate.

Maybe this magic pet is the wisdom that opens up with this corner, anyway, this opportunity is definitely not small for it, it seems that this newly acquired magic pet is also a guy with a deep chance. Although Fang Yan was very disappointed, he was also a little relieved that the ability of the demon pet was not also part of his own strength.

When he said the cause and effect, everyone's performance was the same, but they were also glad for him while being disappointed, after all, he had received a powerful magic pet, how could such a good thing not be enviable. Besides, this demon pet is extremely good, which will be of great help to their next trip, at least they don't need to be trapped by those low-level magical beasts.

Then Fang Yan put away the two demon pets, and was in a hurry to subdue the shadow just now, and he didn't even have time to recover from the injuries on the divine soul, taking advantage of the fact that there were no demonic beasts around, Fang Yan immediately sat down again, swallowed a pill 'medicine', held a medium-grade spirit stone in each hand, and tried his best to recover the injuries of the divine soul.

Who knew that he had just sat down, and suddenly there was a pain in his brain, and there was a sharp pain in the sea of knowledge, and there was a feeling of being torn apart, which made Fang Yan scream uncontrollably, and then fell to the ground unconscious. Lin and the others exclaimed in fright, and hurriedly gathered around, only to see that at this time, Fang Yan's lips were tight, his teeth were clenched, and the expression on his face was extremely distorted, as if he was experiencing great pain.

Everyone was at a loss, this unexplained change made people 'scratch' their minds, and they didn't dare to 'mess' to rescue, if it was the opposite, the damage to the monks would be irreversible. No one dared to wake him up, because his current appearance was similar to the rumored monk who was going through a heart tribulation, and if he was forcibly woken up, he would leave a curse at least and harm him for life, or become an idiot at worst, and his mind could be 'confused'.

How can this be good, a group of people surrounded him in a hurry, without even a little warning in advance, he had just received a magic pet, and when he was about to be happy, there was such a thing. Looking at the current situation of the dialect, even if it is not a heart calamity, its danger will not be much worse, which makes everyone's good mood just now disappear in an instant.

Fang Yan is indeed experiencing a heart tribulation at this time, and it is an extremely dangerous demon soul tribulation. Its origin has always been elusive, but it must be related to the frequent use of magic weapons in the dialect recently, and the long-term battle with demonic beasts in this demonic-filled region, or it may be that his newly acquired demonic pet has dyed his soul with a trace of demonic beasts.

Everything is possible, or maybe it is the result of a comprehensive effect, it is usually suppressed and suppressed, and when the soul is injured, these hidden dangers that have been accumulated for a long time will find an opportunity to take advantage of it and explode in an instant.

At this moment, in the sea of dialects, just like the scene at the beginning of the catastrophe, a large area of black gas is filled with it, and the dialects who see it are terrified, if they come out in their own sea of knowledge, anyone will die on the spot. As the soul was slowly impregnated with black qi, the dialect began to blur, forgetting where he was, and the black 'colored' clouds surging around him were like the scene in the Great Tribulation that was about to be staged.

Fortunately, it was not a storm and lightning next, but in terms of dialect, it was no less than that, and a large area of black gas suddenly turned into a living demon beast, rushing towards the dialect in all directions. These demon beasts look very real, no different from the outside world, so that Fang Yan has been a little unable to distinguish whether this is reality or a dream, at this time, what frightens him the most is that none of his magic weapons and demon pets can be controlled, and he doesn't even know where to go in the storage bag.

In the face of the surging demon beasts, Fang Yan could only rely on a pair of iron fists, and he didn't know where the courage came from, perhaps it was the stubbornness in his bones every time he was 'forced' into a desperate situation, so he flew up to these demon beasts and rushed forward bravely. These demon beasts hit their bodies, bit their hands, and kicked their backs, the severe pain was so real, and the dialect only knew the fight of the dead, and at this moment there was only killing and no way out.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yan's body was already scarred, and he could hardly see a piece of good 'meat', but in the surrounding black fog, there was still a steady stream of demon beasts rushing straight towards him fiercely, and Fang Yan was also fierce to meet it, as if this moment was for fighting, fighting aimlessly, until he died of exhaustion.

There are no spells, and they can't even talk about skills, it's just a tough fight, and the dialect at this moment is no different from the demon beast, and it was dark for a while. He didn't even notice the dialect, and the surrounding scene turned around him again, and suddenly he came to a wilderness, with mountains and rivers, trees and grass, very similar to the area around the former fortress camp, but here the world is blood-red.

The black qi began to spread everywhere again, gradually filling the entire space, and suddenly these black qi changed again, Chang Bao, Qin Shouyi, Zhu Changsheng and others, as well as those monks who seemed to have familiar faces but were about to forget, rushed out of the black fog one by one. Fang Yan suddenly remembered paradoxically, didn't these people all kill themselves, why did they all make an appointment here, and work together to kill themselves.

Even if they all come, if they can kill once back then, they can kill them a second time. Fang Yan rushed forward single-handedly like fighting those demon beasts, his whole body was filled with boundless killing intent, like a fearless god of war, and like a demon star who only knew how to kill, rushing into the crowd without stopping.

These people deserve to die, this is what comes to mind at this time, he does not have the pride and ambition to do the way for heaven, nor does he have the chivalrous feelings of stepping on injustice, but what these people do is to die, none of them died in vain. Even if you can't resist yourself, you must rush forward bravely, and even if you fall down at the next moment, you will never back down.

The magic weapons flew in the sky, and countless open guns and dark arrows beat the dialect into flesh, and suddenly turned into a bloody person, and the gurgling blood flowing down slowly merged with this heaven and earth. Fang Yan didn't care about these injuries, and brandished a pair of iron fists, rushing up and smashing at these people, although this had no effect, they were easily resisted with magic weapons.

But Fang Yan still didn't care, his body was soaked with blood, the blood and 'flesh' on his hands and legs flew sideways, and even the bones were visible in many places, but Fang Yan didn't feel pain, only a strong killing intent erupted, with the determination to die, he dragged the stump forward again and again, he must not let these defeated generals laugh at his cowardice.

Gradually, all sides were filled with blood, the dialect was like soaking in a sea of blood, the blood sun and blood clouds above his head made the dialect feel excited, and he could no longer tell who shed the blood around him, which made the dialect warlike, and he needed a hearty battle to end his life with dignity.

I don't know how long it took, the blood clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sky was like a wash. This is the scene that Fang Yan has not seen for a long time, he has not seen it since the Great Tribulation, and at this moment he feels that this ordinary scene is what he misses the most in his heart, he has not seen it for several days, Fang Yan greedily breathed the aura in the air, and his face was intoxicated.

Suddenly, the water shook like a wave of water in the blue sky, like a huge water curtain under the hood, and Fang Yan felt like he was in the middle of it. In the black mist, the Fang family was besieged by demonic beasts that fell from the sky in Yannan City, and his father, sister and younger brother, as well as his sons, nephews, and clansmen, fled from the mouths of the demonic beasts coming from all directions, but they were all torn to pieces without exception......

Fang Yan's eyes cracked, and he dragged up the remnants and rushed forward again, smashing those fierce demonic beasts with a punch, only to find that the entire scene was under this punch, shattering like glass, scattering into countless fragments and floating in the air.

Just when Fang Yan was dumbfounded, he heard a shout of "help" in his ears, and the voice was Feng'er, which made Fang Yan's heart lift, and he didn't know where the strength came from, dragging his almost immobile body, and crawling in the direction where the sound came.

When he finally climbed in front of him, he found that there was an extremely deep valley under him, and Feng'er in the valley was being besieged by demonic beasts, and on the other side of the valley, those monks wearing the robes of the Lanyue Sect watched the excitement coldly, and none of them came to the rescue, watching Feng'er fall into it......