Chapter 321: The Golden Scale Demon

Lin Yingda didn't say a word, although he was a little surprised, but the killing intent in his eyes was undiminished. Stretched out his hand to throw the tracing compass, pinched it with both hands, and a yuan force was punched out and poured into the compass.

The compass trembled, emitting a strong light, and the top of Fang Wenyuan's head, a little halo, was dotted with stars.

These points of light were suddenly connected together, and thin lines formed a prison-like shackle.

As soon as Fang Wenyuan raised his head, the aura around him was suddenly restrained, the purple light in his left eye slowly dimmed, and the brown fireworks in his right eye gradually became quiet. The golden black imprint on the eyebrows gradually disappeared.

For a while, all the aura around him seemed to have disappeared, and there was no aura on the whole person, but it gave people a more unfathomable feeling.

Raising his eyes to face Lin Yingda, Fang Wenyuan smiled slightly and said, "It's not enough!"

Before the words fell, Fang Wenyuan's long silver-white hair seemed to be bleached with blood, turning into a bewitching red. The thunder snake swam around him, turned into a red thunderbolt, and rushed out of Lin Yingda's siege.

The momentum set off can be described as domineering.

Lin Yingda did not look surprised, the tracing compass focused on tracing! The effect of trapping the enemy was indeed unsatisfactory, and it was impossible to trap a Jindan monk. Since things are expected, Lin Yingda naturally has no reason to be idle.

Then he shot one after another, and when Fang Wenyuan had just broken free, he was ready to fight head-on.

He said in a low voice: "Jin Yuandu, life and death!"

A golden light flew out of his sleeve and turned into a baby-sized figure. If you look closely, you feel creepy.

The appearance of this baby is indeed terrifying. There are no whites of the eyes, and they are extremely dark. There was a deep crack in the center of the eyebrows, and there was a faint vertical pupil in it, like a snake's eye, glowing with coldness.

The jagged teeth in its mouth are more like the fangs of a beast. On his body, layer after layer of scales, shining with a dazzling light, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a person.

Let's call it the Golden-scaled Goblin.

It holds two posts in its hands, the one it holds in its left hand has the word 'life' written on it, and the post in its right hand has the word 'death' written on it!

In the distance, Shen Yangming, who had not yet gone far, looked at the golden-scaled demon that Lin Yingda had made a move, and said, "It seems that Lin Yingda didn't have the slightest hand, and he took out the golden pill magic weapon as soon as he came up!"

The Dustless Fairy's eyes burned, and she said lightly: "Golden Scale Little Demon! I didn't expect him to really cultivate such an evil thing."

How could there be such a ruthless person in this world, you must know that this golden-scaled demon is made of his own flesh and blood, and every ten years, another child is asked to be raised!

Shen Yang Ming was a little surprised, he obviously didn't expect that the dustless fairy would know this. However, in the blink of an eye, this surprise disappeared without a trace, replaced by a touch of pity, and said: "Ascend the path to immortality, establish the Great Dao! The temptation/confusion of immortality is enough to make many people become mad!"

It is said that the golden-scaled demon held the post in both hands, babbling and screaming in his mouth, his eyes just stared at Fang Wenyuan, and slowly approached!

At this time, Fang Wenyuan broke out of the Xingluo prison, just stabilized his body, and said loudly: "Come and don't be rude!

Suddenly, with a raise of his hand, the spiral energy gathered from the dantian, and then poured into his hand and poured out of his fist.

The whirlwind condenses, like thousands of sharp knives out of the sheath.

The golden-scaled little demon saw Fang Wenyuan's move, the wait-and-see attitude in his eyes changed suddenly, and the vertical pupils in the cracks in his eyebrows suddenly stood out, it was a kind of inhumane gaze, a cold aura, straight to the hearts of people.

His mouth suddenly opened, and he let out a strange cry of threat, and his body suddenly rushed towards Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan had just broken free from the prison surnamed Luo, and he was defenseless against the appearance of the golden-scaled demon. He didn't expect Lin Yingda to shoot so quickly.

I only felt that there was a flower in front of me, and the golden-scaled little demon broke through the spiral energy a little embarrassed, and came directly to his magic spear, throwing out the 'Sheng' character in his left hand.

Although he didn't know what it was, Fang Wenyuan still instinctively felt the threat from above.

The ghost escape technique suddenly unfolded, and the figure left an afterimage in the same place like a ghost, swept past the golden-scaled demon, and went straight to Lin Yingda.

At this moment, Fang Wenyuan's face changed suddenly.

The 'sheng' character that had been avoided was like having wisdom, and at a very fast speed, under the unpreparedness, it was posted on Fang Wenyuan's back.

The speed of the golden-scaled demon is also extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Fang Wenyuan's back, Lin Yingda smiled heartily, and then killed him, forming a front and back encirclement and suppression with the little demon.

For the first time, he said: "The death of the dog because of you can be regarded as a cause and effect. He was originally the blood food that the old man prepared for his brother, but now he has been destroyed by you, and you can only treat him with your body!"

After that, he said to the golden-scaled little demon: "It was he who killed your brother, and now, he is the blood food you said!"

The momentum of the siege before and after, the 'Sheng' character sticker, pasted on his back, Fang Wenyuan had no time to think about anything else, and immediately exerted the fastest speed to find a way out for himself.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan had gradually adapted to the huge cultivation power of the Jindan Period, so the speed at which he could do it with all his might was extraordinary. But even if it is so, it is only a dangerous and dangerous situation to avoid the encirclement.

Yuan Li moved, stirred up a layer of thunder snakes, and struck the 'Sheng' character behind him, trying to shoot it down.

I saw Lin Yingda sneering and glanced at Fang Wenyuan mockingly. The golden-scaled demon continued to pursue.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan's expression sank, and he felt that the 'Sheng' character behind him seemed to come to life, exuding a pure aura. Immediately afterward, there were barbed vines, like thousands of swimming snakes, binding him in it.

The thorns on the vine emitted a faint golden light, and it looked particularly hideous, like jagged teeth. After binding Fang Wenyuan, he kept cutting back and forth on him.

No matter how Fang Wenyuan struggled, it would be useless. The tension of this vine has reached a point where it makes people feel powerless.

All of this happened very quickly. After Fang Wenyuan escaped from the encirclement, he was bound by Fujiman, and his figure was all covered by Fujiman, like a silkworm cocoon.

In a moment, the jagged vines cut out blood grooves on his body.

At the same time, he also felt a pure aura poured into his body, and this aura carried a vigorous vitality. The cut wound healed quickly under the stimulation of this vitality.

But this healing is more painful than the injury. Because when it heals, it encompasses the spikes of the vines.

Once again, the vines will clash at the wound that has just healed, and the cycle will multiply as the pain multiplies.

The strange thing was that Fang Wenyuan still had a calm face, and there was even a hint of weirdness in his expression: "This aura containing vigorous vitality is so familiar, right, Yimu aura!"

At the beginning, in the Burial Soul Forest, it was with the pure Yimu Spiritual Qi that he unexpectedly inherited the Zhimu Spiritual Vein in the Immortal Soul.

Therefore, Otogi Reiki is all too familiar to him.

The subtle change in Fang Wenyuan's expression was fleeting, at least Lin Yingda didn't notice it. The golden-scaled demon had already galloped to Fang Wenyuan's side, opening its big mouth, and its sharp fangs were about to bite down.

Lin Yingda said loudly: "Slow!"

The golden-scaled demon was a little puzzled, but finally stopped, but still roared at Fang Wenyuan from time to time.

"This 'life' character has been cultivated by the old man for a hundred years, and the Yimu aura contained in it can be said to be rich to the extreme. If it is forcibly poured into a person's body, it will not take a moment to make people overvirate and explode to death!

This son cultivates as Jin Dan, a 'life' post, although he can't be killed first, but the 'death' poster is displayed, which will definitely make the yin and yang in his body upside down, and there is no place to bury him!

Until then, if I don't torture him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

Lin Yingda muttered to himself, as if he was a little complacent, showing the enemy the mystery of his supernatural powers to show his strength.

However, he didn't know what Fang Wenyuan really thought in his heart, otherwise he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

"Such a wood breath can be described as a treasure, since you took the initiative to send it to the door, why don't you accept it?"

For being treated, this is just vigorous vitality, uncontrollable, as Lin Yingda thought, it makes people overvirate, explode and die.

But Fang Wenyuan is different, he has the Zhimu Spirit Vein in his body, and he wants to convert the Qi of Heyi Wood into Yuan Force, but it is just a trivial matter.

He had just succeeded in marrying Dan, and he needed a lot of aura to stabilize his realm, and at this moment, Lin Yingda sent it to the door, which was really just right.

As for the physical pain, it is just a mountain outside the skin, and compared to the injuries suffered under the catastrophe, it is just pediatrics.

In the middle of the sound, the golden-scaled demon roared at Fang Wenyuan's threat, becoming more and more urgent. And Lin Yingda also realized that something was wrong, he didn't feel any signs of vitality in Fang Wenyuan's body.

Moreover, Fang Wenyuan didn't have a trace of painful expression.

As soon as his divine sense moved, the golden-scaled demon couldn't wait to make a move, and pasted the 'death' note in his hand on Fang Wenyuan's chest.

The former is 'dead' and the latter is 'life'

Lin Yingda relieved his heart and said: "The old man wants to see, how long can you last?" The 'death' poster is the old man put in the mass grave, gathering the death qi of tens of millions of dead corpses, and after a while, your blood will dry up, your bones will weather, and you will be reduced to a corpse!"

The 'death' script exuded a strong dead aura, seeping into Fang Wenyuan's wound, spreading the seven orifices, and forcibly pouring in.

If you were someone else, you would definitely die under this life and death sticker.

The former's 'sheng' character is forcibly infused with vitality, and if the cultivation is insufficient, it will explode and die, and no matter how bad it is, it will also replace the original vitality of the monk. The moment when the word 'death' comes is the moment when death comes.

The chance of life in its place will quickly dissipate, and when it returns to the 'life' script, the rich death qi will not be stopped, directly eroding the whole body of the person who has been recruited.

Then, things are just like Lin Yingda described: "In a few moments, the essence and blood will dry up, the bones will be weathered, and they will be reduced to a corpse!"