In the blink of an eye, Feng Chong's aura changed greatly, and his cultivation was almost in the late stage of foundation building, and he was like two people before. What kind of secret technique did this guy perform, and in an instant, he thought about what Feng Chong had done and what he was planning in his heart.

"How dare you do this?" Fang Yan had already pretended to be overwhelmed, and at this time, his face was even more frightened, and with Feng Chong's smug expression, his panicked actions were very well performed. In fact, he was secretly happy in his heart, wishing that Feng Chong would be like this, this kind of secret technique of overdrawing the origin was not small for the sequelae of the monk, so the certainty of capturing Feng Chong would be a little greater.

"You even know this, it seems that you know more things than I thought, so I am a little reluctant to kill you, but you know too much!" Feng Chong really hit the plan, and shouted triumphantly at the dialect. How did he know the sinister intentions of the tongues, and then he struggled to stir up the demonic fire, unaware that he was desperately making a wedding dress for others.

But it didn't take long for Feng Chong to find that something was wrong, it stands to reason that he now has the blessing of the Blood Burning Secret Technique, and the power of the demonic fire should be far greater than before, and Fang Yan has long seemed to be irresistible, but why hasn't it completely crushed him until now. No matter how Feng Chong urged the demonic fire, Fang Yan always made an expression that was difficult to support, but every time he was magically resisted.

Although it looks like an embarrassment, the dialect can always support it just right, and every time it seems to be a little bit worse, but it has never been able to give him a fatal blow. And so far, Fang Yan's counterattack has not stopped, so that Feng Chong has to distract himself from his own defense when he attacks with all his might, especially the elusive little sword, which makes it extremely difficult for him to guard against.

After a while, Feng Chong finally reacted, and suddenly became annoyed and angry, and his face turned red. Even though he still couldn't figure out how dialects did it, he was sure that his magic fire was useless to dialects. Or it may be of very limited use, and all this is just a disguise of tongues.

A feeling of being teased abruptly, this dialect is really hateful, and it is so realistic. The most terrible thing is that he was deceived by his illusion, and he did not hesitate to use the power of the origin to cast the blood-burning method, which not only damaged the foundation. And when you wait for the next repair, it will fall, but it will take a long time to recover. How to continue fighting.

The dialect is the opposite, the more time drags on, the more beneficial it is for him, and when the sequelae of the blood-burning method starts, the victory or defeat between the two will soon be known. Now Feng Chong has no choice, he must find a way to win quickly, and he must not delay any longer.

"Feng Chong, what other secret techniques do you have, even if you use them all, I will follow all of them today. In vain, you have always been pretentious. In fact, without your ancestor, you are nothing, just a lackey of the Demon Gate, and no one will pity you even if you die here. Feng Chong's dialect was clear, and he suddenly shouted coldly at him.

"You, tongues, don't get too complacent. I thought that after learning some superficial kung fu over the years, I couldn't help you not succeed. Look, I'm going to concoct you well!" Feng Chong shouted angrily, and a magic talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, which looked very ordinary, but was held in Feng Chong's hand with a solemn face.

Feng Chong then tried to take back the demonic fire. But how could Fang Yan make him get his wish, even he wanted to stop him from urging the magic talisman, and used all his strength to speed up the attack of the dual swords, making Feng Chong busy for a while. Feng Chong had no choice but to put his heart sideways, and he didn't even care about the magic fire, so he just desperately urged the magic talisman in his hand, and only relied on the armor piece magic weapon to protect himself. Allowing the dialect's attack to hit it, he was completely unmoved, frantically pouring mana into the talisman.

A moment later, the magic talisman suddenly lit up, emitting a cold light, and then a large amount of heaven and earth vitality gathered in front of Feng Chong, and the dialect could no longer stop it. In an instant, the two of them turned into a world of ice and snow within a radius of dozens of zhang, only to see a huge icicle suddenly rise on the opposite side, like a huge ice dragon, roaring towards the dialect, and the momentum was extremely amazing.

Seeing this, Fang Yan did not wait for a moment, and immediately activated the natal spirit rune, spell attacks have always been extremely difficult to prevent, ordinary objects cannot be resisted at all, and only the best policy is to use talismans against talismans. I saw that a snow-white talisman on Fang Yan's chest quickly condensed, and then it also turned into a white icicle and rushed out, thanks to the nourishment of the cold qi in Feng Chong's demon fire, this natal spirit talisman was not weak, and it collided with the ice dragon attacking in front of him.

The loud "boom" sound was endless, exploding in the sky above the two of them, and the ice and snow mixed with ice slag fragments were flying wildly around, scraping on the face and feeling painful. Soon the surroundings turned into a world of ice and snow, and the howling cold wind swept through the surrounding mountains, forests, grass and trees, and there were bursts of ghosts and wolves.

In the chaos, the figures of the two of them could not be seen clearly, and there was a vast expanse of snow and ice outside their bodies, and the two powerful talismans collided together, and the momentum aroused was really amazing. At this time, Feng Chong's heart was even more shocked, this time he was really frightened by the means of dialects, and even the secret dialects that saved his life could be dealt with calmly, and what were the odds of winning.

At this time, in his mind, the dialect seemed so unfathomable, from the beginning of the fighting method, he was unexpected, what good is it to continue to fight, and the sequelae of the method of burning blood will begin to appear, and staying here must be more auspicious. A monk like him, who has experienced little hardship, has a fickle personality, either ignorant of the so-called arrogance, empty-sightedness, and in the blink of an eye, he will lose confidence when he encounters setbacks, and he has no perseverance in dialects.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment, taking advantage of the chaos of the scene to slip away quietly, and in the blink of an eye, he took out another magic talisman, which was his life-saving weapon teleportation talisman, and without half a minute of hesitation, he hurriedly urged, and his figure disappeared. This guy seems to be menacing, and he is not ambiguous at all when he escapes, and in order not to be stopped by the dialect, he doesn't even care about collecting the corpse puppet, let alone other objects.

This guy was really willing, and the dialect sensed it the moment he fled, but he didn't have time to stop it, and watched his figure disappear in the twilight, nowhere to be found. However, Fang Yan did not show a look of frustration on his face, but patiently put away the items he left behind, and then collected the demonic fire that was almost drained of mana and was about to be extinguished into the blue bead space.

Only the corpse puppet was still attacking, Feng Chong's escape had no effect on it, and the two demon pets of the dialect were limited to cultivation, and they were always suppressed by it, and they were helpless in the face of its ferocious attack. This kind of corpse puppet is still different from ordinary puppets, even if it is not controlled by the owner, it can fight by instinct, but the method of control is much the same, it is nothing more than using the soul to suppress it, and then use the monk's soul to manipulate it.

Now Feng Chong just fled, but he was not killed by Fang Yan, because this corpse puppet was still undiminished, but without its master by his side, it was not difficult to kill him. However, Fang Yan didn't intend to do this, this corpse puppet named Blood Demon seemed to be extremely extraordinary, Fang Yan immediately summoned the soul card, flew to the top of this corpse puppet's head, and as a circle of golden light enveloped it, I saw that its movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped completely.

Fang Yan's speculation was immediately confirmed, and the soul card had a suppressive effect on such items manipulated by the soul, and I saw that this corpse puppet had stood expressionless on the spot, as if it had been completely suppressed by the soul card. Soon, one of the corpse puppets was pulled out, and it was immediately sucked away by the soul card, and then the corpse puppet became angry at all.

Hundreds of miles away from here, over a forest of trees, Feng Chong was fleeing for his life, his face was even paler at the moment, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his head kept rolling down. Suddenly, Feng Chong's body shook, he snorted in his mouth, and almost fell off the flying sword, and after hurriedly falling on the spot, he squatted down in pain with his head in his hands.

After a while, Feng Chong barely struggled to stand up, the stinging pain of the divine soul just now, he knew that this was his split soul in the corpse puppet had been destroyed by the dialect, and the split soul was killed and immediately caused the main soul to induce, which was unbearable. Needless to say, the Blood Demon was also taken away by the dialect, Feng Chong glanced at the direction of the fighting method just now with a vicious expression, and once again flew up with difficulty, flying forward without looking back.

No matter what resentment Feng Chong had in his heart, or with the hatred of Fang Yan, he was looking forward to coming to him for revenge in the future, but Fang Yan didn't intend to wait that long, and he was ready to make a break at this moment. I saw Fang Yan put away all the items, and then bit his fingertips, forced out a drop of essence blood, and dripped it on the magic weapon bowl used by Feng Chong, and then his whole body became demonic.

There was Feng Chong's mana imprint on the bowl, but what Fang Yan was using at the moment was a tracking technique, using this magic weapon as a medium for tracking purposes. Speaking of which, this secret technique was obtained from a demon cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the first time it was used against the spies under his sect, it was really unpredictable.

Soon the dialect came to fruition, and the guy was hundreds of miles away. In fact, this tracking technique is not very clever, and it must have a clear mana mark of the other party to be used, and it is said that some monks who are proficient in this way, as long as they follow the trace left by the other party, they can start tracking, which is really amazing.

Following the secret technique, the dialect immediately tracked the past, and at this time, there must not be the slightest relaxation, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, if he waits for him to resume his cultivation, the great opportunity will be lost in vain. Besides, this time the tiger returned to the mountain, with the character of this guy, he will definitely come to him again for revenge, and he will definitely be fully prepared for the next encounter, and it will be difficult to predict who will win and who will lose.

Fang Yan tracked all the way over, but I didn't expect this trip to come down but it was not easy, although this guy was seriously injured, the escape technique was still not slow, Fang Yan hurried up, and performed two tracking techniques in a row on the road, so he didn't lose it. It took nearly a day for Fang Yan to reluctantly catch up with him, and then stopped dozens of miles away from him.

In front of him was a rolling mountain range, no different from the rest of the secret realm, and in one of the wooded valleys, Feng Chong hid in the middle. Instead of flying straight to the place, Fang Yan tried to restrain his breath and crept through the woods to avoid alarming him. The trapped beast is still fighting, and the best way at this time is to outwit.

Getting closer and closer to Feng Chong's hiding place, Fang Yan had already found the exact location of this guy's hiding, in an ordinary cave in the valley, thinking that he was in urgent need of recuperation, so he hid in a panic. Feng Chong never dreamed that Fang Yan had even practiced the tracking technique, and chased all the way to such a secret place, and at this time he was ambushed outside the cave.

After making sure that Feng Chong was inside, Fang Yan still didn't do it immediately, but investigated nearby. After checking the topography of the cave entrance, Fang Yan closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then quietly arranged around the cave entrance, acting very carefully, so as not to alarm the people in the cave. (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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