Chapter 106: Fang Hui Enters the Devil

The robe on Fang Hui's body hunted under his huge momentum, snorted angrily, and the long stick in his hand was thrown heavily on the ground by him, and the monstrous evil qi on his body was like a roaring sea rolling and tumbling, and a little Buddha light was permeated. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mercy, this moment has been left behind by him, killing, is the best weapon of salvation.

Since you can't cross all the people in the world, then kill all the demons in the world, clean up the world, and the rivers and lakes can be peaceful.

This is King Vajra's method of crossing the world, or Fang Hui's method of crossing the world.

The Buddha sings, but it is demonic.

He was a little out of breath due to the huge momentum that belonged to Hong Yuanjing, and Zhao Haochen's face showed a solemn look.

Fang Hui's strength was obviously not a little bit higher than the Bloodstained Ancestor of the Bloodstained Mountain Villa, don't look at it, he could seize the slightest opportunity of the Bloodstained Ancestor and kill him with the help of a thunderbolt, but only he knew how difficult it was.

Now facing Fang Hui, who is even more advanced than the bloodstained ancestor's cultivation, even if he smashes the thunderbolt bullets countless times, Zhao Haochen has no confidence that he can defeat him.

Between heaven and earth, it is not a step apart, it is thousands of miles away.

The disciples of the various sects around them all cast sympathetic glances at Zhao Haochen, although they were also very resentful of what Fang Hui did, but there was no need to offend the behemoth of Shaolin Temple for the sake of an unknown little person.

Kill several genius masters on the rivers and lakes in one move, although he is very strong, but it also depends on who he compares with, Huang Yuan is in front of Hong Yuan, it is simply the difference between the little white rabbit and the fierce lion.

This is about to stage a realistic version of the lion fighting rabbit, and the elders of each sect are asking their disciples to watch carefully, and they can see that the strong people of Hong Yuan Realm can make a move, which will be of great benefit to their cultivation in the future.

Mo Yuxuan and Ye Qingling also temporarily stopped contemplating the stone tablet and turned their heads to look at the direction of Zhao Haochen and Fang Hui.

Fang Hui didn't continue to talk nonsense with Zhao Haochen, and the stick in his hand hit Zhao Haochen fiercely.

In his eyes, Zhao Haochen has fallen into the Demon Domain, and the Demon Seed is deep, and it is not words that can be crossed.

Since you are persuaded by good words, if you don't turn back, then you have to rely on force to cross, I hope you can be a good person in the next life, and don't be evil.

As a strong martial cultivator in the Hongyuan Realm, the power of Fang Hui's stick can be described as earth-shaking, the ghosts and gods are all shocked, the demonic aura is pervasive, and there is also the light of the Buddha.

Zhao Haochen's heart froze, he didn't have any courage to take it in the face of this stick, if he forcibly caught it, then there would be only one consequence, there were no bones, so he retreated decisively and retreated quickly.

His legs slammed to the ground, and his body flew backwards like an arrow off the string.

However, the speed was still a little slower, and his body was directly swept by the huge sudden wind, and his body rolled backwards uncontrollably, and a wisp of blood flowed out of his mouth.

"It's not easy, you can escape from my stick. Fang Hui underestimated, feeling that he had underestimated this junior a little.

Even the junior of Hong Yuan Realm has never been able to escape from his stick, not to mention that he is just a kid from the Wild Yuan Realm, so Fang Hui feels that he is very shameless.

Of course, Fang Hui was only a little surprised, and he didn't take it to heart, because the Desolate Yuan Realm was not qualified enough, and one layer and one heavy heaven were not something that foreign objects could make up for at all.

The long stick in Fang Hui's hand stabbed out fiercely this time, like an earth-shattering sword, moving forward.

There was a touch of Buddha's light at the top of the stick, and all around it was full of rolling and tumbling demonic energy, devouring all the light in the world, and a bright yellow dot was sharply enlarged in Zhao Haochen's pupils, magnified, and enlarged.

"King Kong Ming, Pudu Cangsheng!"

The killing of mercy, the light of the Buddha in the churning of the demonic fog, crossing the world.

Zhao Haochen's body flew back sharply, but that bit of Buddha light always pointed out towards him, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, Zhao Haochen's eyes were ruthless, and his heart was horizontal, and he made a move.

Three round iron balls, covered with thorny iron thorns, and their arms were filled with three points of strength, and they were thrown towards Fang Hui, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand danced wildly like a whirling nest.

Fang Hui snorted angrily, "Carving insect skills." The arm went forward, and slammed it on the iron ball, with his strong strength, no matter what kind of hidden weapon, he would return the same way, even if it was a highly poisonous thing, for him, he would not pay attention to it.

However, it was this kind of self-confidence that once again ruined his face and made him angry.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled with a loud noise, the smoke and dust filled the air, and the snow on the ground had long since disappeared without a trace, and even the snow in a radius of several feet had melted, revealing the dirt that had been sealed for a long time and had not seen the sun, but it was all dyed black.

The eyes of the people around him showed a look of horror, and there was a strong fear lingering, and for a while they didn't know what was wrong, and they just prayed silently in their hearts, and it was best if both of them were killed here, so that there would be no threat.

"Ahem-" But they didn't get their wish after all, a violent cough interrupted their thinking, and Fang Hui walked out of the smoke and dust step by step, but the appearance was very miserable.

There were a few more eye-catching holes in the bright robe, and it was even more wrinkled, as if it had been burned by flames, and it was covered with dust.

Fang Hui's body was covered with dense scars, and the hideous and eye-catching wounds were still gurgling outward, leaving blood and dirt all over his body.

A square face with a Chinese character was full of anger, and the undisguised killing intent version of Jiangsu and Zhejiang's momentum was rising and becoming more and more prosperous.

The light of the Buddha seems to be a flat boat in the sea, and there is the possibility of a mistress at any time, and the surging demonic energy is the vast sea, ups and downs.

A trace of candle flame flickered slightly, and the Buddha's light was finally hidden in the surging demonic energy.

"Junior, the old man must kill you today!" Fang Hui danced his hands, his eyes were as black as ink, as if he was going to devour everything, black, absolute black shrouded his body, and there was no more golden Buddha light.

The long stick swept out, thundering, like a rushing thunder, attacking from the demonic qi in the sky, the surging demonic qi seemed to be about to destroy the world, tumbling and rolling, and the strong momentum made Zhao Haochen's heart shake.

However, he finally found a glimmer of opportunity again, and at the same time as his figure retreated, several thunderbolts rolled out of his hands.

The successive rumbling sounds shocked the heavens and the earth, and also made the various sects see a scene as if the world was destroyed.

There is also a name lingering in everyone's hearts, and it will not be dispersed for a long time.

"The Line of Life and Death!"