Chapter 262: The Venerable Stone Statue

Two purple rays of light flew out, like two swimming snakes, forming a spiral and entangling the short knife.

This short knife is indeed extraordinary, it can be under the ghost head knife without damage, and it can also make Fang Wenyuan's eyes hot.

Sure enough, the two purple rays of light incarnated by the Shenxiao Thunder Fu wrapped around this short knife for only a moment, and then it collapsed.

But with this hint of sluggishness, Fang Wenyuan gritted his teeth and retreated, at this point, the Seven Needles of Soul Sealing finally returned to his body, Fang Wenyuan's temperament changed sharply, similar to the previous Blood Demon clone, more of a unique change.

At this point, the red glow in Fang Wenyuan's eyes gradually subsided, and Yin Hong's long hair returned to silver and white again.

Fang Wenyuan pinched the trick with both hands and said in a low voice: "Blood Demon Nine Changes! The first change is the condensation change." The second change is the scab change. The third change, the sea of blood. The fourth change, Huangquan River. The fifth change, the soul chasing whip. ”

Almost all in one go! Yuan Li is even more like a tide, rushing outward.

This soul seal seven needles returned, and Fang Wenyuan did not hesitate to cast five of the nine changes of the Blood Demon in a row.

As soon as the condensation changed, the blood that Fang Wenyuan spit out, as if going back in time, condensed again, forming a blood knife as thin as a cicada's wings, with a fierce momentum.

The cold scab changed later, but it struck first, and the blood that flowed out when the monster was put together suddenly seemed to solidify as molten iron, making it move a lot slower!

At the same time, a sea of blood appeared behind Fang Wenyuan, forming seven spirals, like whirling arrows. It is the third change, the sea of blood!

A muddy yellow river appeared strangely at the feet of the monster, among which there were countless dry bones, all of them came to life, and the eyes were burning with a forest fire, approaching the monster. The fourth change, Huangquan River!

Fang Wenyuan raised his hand, and a black whip fell into his hand, and outside the whip, there was the phantom of this snake! This was the last change he could perform now, the Soul Chasing Whip!

Looking at him, it seems that he has no intention of using the whip right away.

The condensation of the knife kills, the cold scab changes, the sea of blood is like a post of death, and the Huangquan River is more like a powerful ghost who asks for his life.

The monster was not afraid, its body shook suddenly, and it broke free from the cold scab, and then blocked the short knife in front of him, trying to break the blood knife of the condensation.

However, this time, the monster's wishful thinking was wrong, and the bloody knife actually split in two, bypassing the short knife and killing its body.

Puff~~

On the monster's waist, two bloody cuts appeared, and blood trickled outward!

At this moment, the seven spirals of the sea of blood had already arrived, spinning wildly, as if they would not stop until the monster was broken into pieces.

The monster threw the drum in his arms and whispered, "Up!"

This shrunken drum returns to its original shape and is even larger. Unexpectedly, the sea of blood spiraled down.

But the blood sea spiral did not relent, spinning wildly, drilling and pushing on the drum skin.

The monster had no choice but to hold on to a giant drum.

However, this was only three of the five spells that Fang Wenyuan cast, as well as the technique of the Huangquan River. The turbid water of the yellow spring, with a strong corrosive effect, flowed down to the monster's body, corroding his feet!

Moreover, one by one, the white bone people stood up, although they did not have any powerful attack power, but they were superior in number, and shouted in a low voice: "Flesh~flesh~~"

Countless white bone men surrounded the monsters in the blink of an eye, and even buried the monsters. Tearing at its skin, drinking blood.

Fang Wenyuan looked at it intently, his face was not relaxed, but a little dignified, and the hand holding the whip unconsciously increased his strength!

Strange to say, since this monster fought against Fang Wenyuan, there had been no other evil sect cultivators to interfere.

And Fang Wenyuan was also happy, only to see him standing in front of his chest with a sword in one hand, his eyes flashing, as if he was waiting for something.

The Ghost Head Sword and the Breeze Sword flew out of their own accord and hung on either side of him, sweeping the formation.

Oh~~

An earth-shattering roar came out, and Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold, and he watched quietly. I saw that the monster suddenly exerted its strength, and the giant drum crushed the blood sea spiral, and while the body retreated, it got rid of the white bone man squeezed on its body.

Judging by the way it looked, it was not easy to break free from the attacks of these four spells, so he also suffered some injuries, and the wooden thorns on his body were only scattered and bloody. Otherwise, the wounds on both sides that were cut by bloody knives would be even more hideous.

After breaking free, the monster staggered, retreating dozens of steps before stopping, and there was anger in its eyes.

Fang Wenyuan whispered, the cold light in his eyes was even stronger, his body was like a streamer flashing, and he appeared in front of the monster in an instant, and shouted in a low voice: "Go die!"

The soul chasing whip in his hand was pulled out in an instant, and the snake shadow surrounding the whip suddenly opened its bloody mouth.

After the crisp sound, the Soul Chasing Whip was whipped on the monster's body, directly drawing out a blood groove deep into the bones, and the Soul Chasing Whip could not withstand the huge force, and then collapsed.

However, this soul-chasing whip is not so simple, chasing souls, chasing souls, is to directly hit the soul.

At this moment, the phantom of six men and seven women appeared on the monster's body, and the phantom of a peach tree also appeared, all moaning in pain.

In just a moment, most of the phantom of the peach tree returned to the body of the monster, and Fang Wenyuan naturally would not let it succeed.

The sword finger standing on his chest pointed forward, and said, "Soul Devouring Technique!"

The preparations made before were all false tricks, or foreshadowing, all in order to be able to successfully perform the Soul Devouring Technique. This peach tree demon is just a distraction, as long as it absorbs its distraction, it can determine success or failure in one fell swoop.

At this moment, we can't let the Pheachtree Demon Phantom return.

As soon as the soul devouring trick came out, the shadow of the gluttonous beast suddenly appeared, opened the blood basin and sucked it up, and immediately sucked the souls of the six men and seven women, but the shadow of the peach tree demon was tenacious, desperately resisted, and did not suck it away for a while.

Fang Wenyuan pinched the trick in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Blood Demon Nine Changes, Fifth Change, Soul Chasing Whip!"

The shadow of the long whip appeared again, and Fang Wenyuan jerked at the monster.

After a miserable scream, the peach tree demon's distraction finally fell into the gluttonous mouth.

Gluttony turned into a tao, or made a refining tripod, Fang Wenyuan stretched out his hand, and the refining tripod turned into a palm-sized and fell into his hand. The golden crow brand in the center of his eyebrows flashed, and the blue-black suddenly appeared in his hand, slowly refining the distraction of the peach tree demon, as well as the ignorance of the six men and seven women.

Without the support of distraction, the monster that was put together suddenly fell from the sky, how could Fang Wenyuan miss the opportunity and go straight to the monster without hesitation.

The body of this monster no longer had the soul of a monk, and the demon source hidden in it was also revealed, and Fang Wenyuan did not hesitate to cast the Soul Snatching Demon Technique.

The demonic qi was like a river rushing, going straight to Fang Wenyuan's veins and surging into the dantian.

The deficit of Yuan Force was replenished, the Wood Spirit Vein was also unscrupulously expanded, the injuries on the body were healing rapidly, the dragon pattern refining bones were also quietly running, and the deficit of qi and blood was gradually filling.

After the First World War, Fang Wenyuan was physically and mentally exhausted, but he was quite satisfied with the results of the battle at this moment.

The refining tripod in his hand was in the fire of the golden crow, and he continued to refine the distraction of the peach tree demon in it.

turned into white cigarettes and poured into Fang Wenyuan's seven orifices. After a while, he opened his eyes, and muttered, "I didn't expect that there was a peach tree demon in the Lanyue Pavilion, but it seems that it is close to death." It's not bad, after a while, while it's getting weaker, I'll absorb its demon source again!"

After absorbing the distraction of the Peach Tree Demon, Fang Wenyuan also gained some things that he didn't know.

At this moment, he had abundant Yuan Power in his body, and the monster's demon ape would not be able to absorb it for a while, so Fang Wenyuan had no choice but to ignore the monster's body and let it fall to the ground. As long as the soul snatching demon continues, it doesn't hurt to be separated by a little distance.

No one will care about a dead monster anyway.

After solving a trouble, Fang Wenyuan began to pay attention to the battle situation, but saw that the three evil sects had already poured out, and all the True Dan Monks, wrapped in the Fake Dan Monks, all took action.

Fei Bozong's side can only support hard, and it is still retreating.

There are thousands of Qi refining disciples, hundreds of foundation building disciples, and there are only more than thirty people left at this moment. And Elder Jindan lost a few more.

The entire Fei Bo Sect can be said to be a great loss of vitality, and now there is a real person in charge, that is, the Han Palm, the Yuling Peak Leader, Elder Xuande, and an Elder whose name Fang Wenyuan does not know.

The entire Feibo Sect, not counting those who had been teleported away, were left with only these four elders.

The real person in charge was seriously injured and fought with Xueyang and Shui Rou'er. The same was true for several other elders, only Han Zhangzuo was slightly injured, she relied on her sword cultivation identity, and her sword was sharp, and she killed many people in a battle.

Rao is like a comparison, she also began to be unbearable, and gradually showed fatigue.

At this moment, the real person in charge shouted, "Venerable, guarding the mountain divine beast, still don't make a move?"

A light sigh resounded in everyone's ears, and Fang Wenyuan wanted to fly over to support, but stopped.

For a while, the mountain collapsed and cracked, and the peak where the disciple's hall was located suddenly exploded, and the stone statue of the human face that was upside down in the backyard suddenly turned around. A huge stone hand stretched out from the crack in the mountain, and then a huge stone man walked out.

This giant was fifty feet in size, and he stepped across it in one step. Fang Wenyuan recognized at a glance that this Venerable was the stone statue that had verified the spiritual root for him when he entered the Mountain Sect.

Venerable Shi's cultivation is geometric, Fang Wen can't see through it from afar, and his divine sense is like being stuck in a quagmire, so he doesn't react.

On the contrary, it attracted Venerable Shi's sideways gaze and looked at him meaningfully.

Venerable Shi has appeared, and suddenly joined the battle, his hands wide open and closed, flying sand and stones, forming a strong and intense storm, temporarily dividing the occupation into two, let's retreat from the evil sect.

However, Fang Wenyuan did not receive asylum due to his remote location.

At that time, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring, and the six-legged demon beast had been appearing, which was the mountain guarding beast. Fang Wenyuan clearly sensed that it was just a demon beast, but it carried a heroic righteousness.

He opened his mouth and roared, causing the rain to turn into arrows, and they all entered the evil sect's camp.

The mountain guarding beast is in the limelight, and there is no difference for a while.