Chapter 122 Beacon Fire

The speed of the white ape was extremely fast, and Fang Wenyuan asked himself if the conditions allowed to use the Thunder Escape Technique, he was eighty percent sure that he would escape the pursuit of the white ape. But at this moment, he was taking Qiao Chen with him, and he didn't have any flying spirit weapons, so it was naturally impossible to escape.

In such a situation, Fang Wenyuan seemed to be much more passive. The distance between them is also getting closer. Fang Wenyuan's eyes flickered, thinking about what method to use to give the white ape some obstacles.

Suddenly, he turned around and put Qiao Chen behind him, pinched his hands and gathered a cloud of white clouds under his feet.

Then he waved his hands continuously, stomped his feet at the same time as his palm towards the sky, and an octagonal formation appeared on the white clouds, and the wind and clouds surged in the sky, and a dark cloud gathered in an instant. It's so fast that it happens almost instantaneously. Fang Wenyuan gathered thunderclouds in the past, and the time was several times that of this time. All thanks to the refinement of the Thunder Technique.

Fang Wenyuan stood above the white clouds, a thundercloud overhead, and the wind was blowing, making his long hair flutter and his clothes grinning. I saw that his expression was indifferent, like an ancient thunder immortal, revealing a majesty like a thunder god.

The white ape had already caught up at this time, only a hundred zhang away from them, Fang Wenyuan stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and spit out the two words: "Thunder Net!"

A sentence triggered the qi of heaven and earth, making the thunderclouds above his head tremble, releasing a hundred zhang of thunder light, and the thunder snakes with thick bowls, with a strong momentum, intertwined in the air, turned into a thunder net to block the front of the white ape. Fang Wenyuan immediately rode the white cloud under his feet and flew backwards, completely ignoring the result of this blow.

Feeling the power of the thunder net, the white ape didn't dare to fight hard, and let out a loud roar. The demon mist behind it instantly followed, heading straight for the thunder net.

The power of the thunder net is extremely great, as soon as these demon mist touch it, it immediately turns into a burst of green smoke and dissipates, the white ape is furious when he sees this, and he waves the huge white bone in his hand, and suddenly points at the thunder net.

A large number of white bones suddenly appeared in the demon mist, forming a giant hand, and with a bang, shattering the thunder net. In fact, the demon fog and the thunder net are stuck to each other, the demon fog is dissipating, and the light of the thunder net is constantly dimming. As long as the white ape has a little patience, it can be broken.

However, the white ape was already furious and eager to kill Fang Wenyuan and Qiao Chen. Because of the two of them, one is cultivating Haoran righteousness, and the other is cultivating thunder arts. These two spells have great restraint against it, which is half demon and half corpse, and makes it instinctively disgusted.

In the cave, the eight-tailed cat reminded Fang Wenyuan not to use thunder arts, just because the eight-tailed cat understood this taboo. It's a pity that the calm was broken by Qiao Chen, who suddenly appeared, so that the sleeping white ape woke up.

Under the barrier of the thunder net, Fang Wenyuan flew five hundred zhang away again. Although it took the white ape a very short time to break the thunder net, it was still delayed after all.

However, such a distance is not really wide, the white ape's Jin Dan cultivation is there, Fang Wenyuan can't cross this gap no matter what, so it only takes a moment for the white ape to catch up again.

Bai Yun continued to fly forward quickly, Fang Wenyuan's face sank like water, and he said in his heart: "It's not a way to go on like this, if you don't solve this demon ape, I'm afraid it will consume me alive here!"

Suddenly, hundreds of colorful butterflies flew in front of him, flying in front of Fang Wenyuan, heading straight for the demon mist behind him. Fang Wenyuan was bent on running for his life, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but his divine sense sensed a faint aura. This aura is very familiar, and it is Su Qing's.

Thinking of these butterflies, Fang Wenyuan's expression darkened and said, "Not good"

When I turned around, I saw that those butterflies immediately exploded after approaching the demon mist. The sound of an explosion resounded through the heavens and the earth. Most of the demon souls in it were suddenly wiped out, and the demon mist also dispersed. At this time, Fang Wenyuan saw a faint figure rushing into the demon mist.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of spiritual light appeared in the demon mist, and the sound of fighting was endless. After being hindered by this, the speed at which the demon mist pursued Fang Wenyuan was also half slower.

But Fang Wenyuan was not happy at all, because he felt Su Qing's breath, and the colorful butterfly was also Su Qing's technique. So he looked helpless and said in his heart: "Why is she still following me? What an idiot, didn't she see me running for her life, and actually rushed up!"

After that, he looked at Qiao Chen, who was still healing, and muttered, "Could it be that he is related to this kid?"

Time does not wait for others, although Su Qing has a high-level invisibility talisman on his body, it is difficult to say whether he can hide the divine sense of the white ape. In addition, the sound of fighting in the demon fog became smaller and smaller, it was obvious that Su Qing was in danger, Fang Wenyuan gritted his teeth and said, "I just saved one who didn't want to die, and now there is another one!"

The figure shook and steady, and the white clouds under his feet supported Qiao Chen to continue to fly forward, and then suddenly rushed back, plunged into the demon mist, and with a pinch of his hands, he shot out a thunder arc, and the white light appeared, causing a large number of demon souls to be killed and injured around him.

This demon mist has a wide range, and it also has the effect of blocking divine consciousness, Fang Wenyuan could not determine Su Qing's location, and he did not dare to attack on a large scale when attacking, so as not to accidentally injure Su Qing.

Breaking through the demon souls on the periphery, Fang Wenyuan came to the sea of bones, and one by one the bone demons suddenly surrounded him, Fang Wenyuan's body shook, constantly appearing strangely, and then disappeared like a ghost. With a breath, the hundreds of bone demons that surrounded him were shattered by him.

A woman's frightened scream suddenly sounded in the depths of the demon mist, Fang Wenyuan's heart perked, the purple light flashed in his left eye, and the surrounding bone demons were all wrapped in thunder and lightning, and it was a floating thunder technique.

Without the hindrance of the bone demon, Fang Wenyuan went straight to the center of the demon mist.

Under his onslaught, the demon mist moved out of the way. The situation that came into view made Fang Wenyuan's heart skip a beat, only to see Su Qing with a languid face and being grabbed by the white ape in his hands, it seemed that he was about to bite Su Qing's neck and absorb the essence and blood.

At the last moment, Fang Wenyuan raised his left hand, and the wound ring on his hand spun wildly, and a silver thread burst out, heading straight for the white ape's eyebrows.

The white ape saw Fang Wenyuan's figure with an angry face. Suddenly, his expression changed again, he let go of Su Qing in his hand, and immediately retreated, and small white bones appeared behind him, forming a bone wall in front of him.

The sharp edge of the wound pierced through the white bone in an instant, but after such an obstruction, the speed slowed down a lot, and the white ape took the opportunity to dodge the blow.

There was no contribution to the injury, and Fang Wenyuan did not look disappointed. He knew in his heart that although the characteristics of the wound were difficult to see, the white ape's cultivation was much higher than him, so it was naturally impossible not to notice it.

The white ape retreated, and Fang Wenyuan immediately rushed forward, and once again unleashed a palm thunder, heading straight for the white ape.

Then he hugged Su Qing's waist, and his body shook and wanted to run outside the demon mist.

The separation injury and thunder technique all made the white ape aware of the danger, and instinctively dodged away, and lost the best opportunity to pursue Fang Wenyuan.

Seeing that Fang Wenyuan was about to leave the demon mist with Su Qing, the white ape roared angrily and directly threw out the huge white bone that he was using as a weapon.

This white bone blew gusts of strong wind and went straight to Fang Wenyuan's back, the speed was jaw-dropping. Just when Fang Wenyuan was aware, the white bones had already appeared a foot behind him,

This is a huge white bone, seven zhang long and one wide, and it is extremely hard, not afraid of thunder and lightning.

In a hurry, Fang Wenyuan's body turned, and he swung his right fist and hit the white bones. Although it blocked the momentum of the white bones, the huge force from above shook Fang Wenyuan's five internal organs, his qi and blood surged, his body flew out upside down, and his tongue spit out a mouthful of blood.

And the flesh and blood on his right fist were blurred, and there were bursts of sharp pain. Fang Wenyuan took advantage of this strength to rush towards Qiao Chen's side, and at the same time used the Wood Spirit Vein to heal himself. The green light all over the body is shining, glowing with rich vitality, the wounds on the hands are healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shock injuries on the five internal organs in the body are slowly recovering.

At the same time, Fang Wenyuan also transferred this vitality into Su Qing's body, and Su Qing's pale face had a trace of blood.

Looking at Su Qing, Fang Wenyuan shouted angrily: "You don't want to live anymore! You don't know how dangerous it was just now? If you die in front of me, how can I explain to Uncle Su and Uncle Yao?"

When Fang Wenyuan said the first half of the sentence, a hint of joy flashed in Su Qing's eyes, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his expression darkened again, and he said in his heart: "Is it for them that you care about my life or death?"

Then he looked cold and said, "Whether I am dead or alive, you don't care!"

The words touched the ashes again, and Fang Wenyuan stopped talking. Although Su Qing said this, he didn't struggle, so he naturally wouldn't be more serious, so he took Su Qing straight to Qiao Chen and landed on the white clouds.

The white ape was completely enraged and was rushing madly. Just as Fang Wenyuan's front foot landed on the white cloud, it arrived with its hind foot.

As soon as Su Qing said that, Fang Wenyuan felt a trace of anger in his heart. The clay man still has three points of anger, not to mention that after entering the Ten Thousand Demon Diagram, he was verbally attacked by Su Qing twice for no reason, and there was no reason.

The white ape attacked, which made Fang Wenyuan's heart even more annoying, so with full of anger, he went straight to the white ape. As soon as he stretched out his hand and made a palm print, the golden crow totem on the right side of his face appeared, and the cyan fireworks in his eyes shone out. Then a hearty birdsong was heard, and the golden crow flame flew out directly. turned into a three-foot firebird and flew to Fang Wenyuan's feet.

After the Golden Crow Spirit devoured the white phosphorus fire in the stone cave, it had been deposited in Fang Wenyuan's eyes, constantly digesting it, and it didn't wake up until just now.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan's palm print was already close to the demon mist, and the roar of ten thousand demons came from inside. The demon mist turned into a giant palm, and with a shock, the palm print was scattered.

Since a steady stream of demon souls rushed outward, heading straight for Fang Wenyuan, its momentum was like a galloping horse.

Fang Wenyuan was not afraid, stomped lightly under his feet, and shouted: "The beacon is in the sky!"

The Golden Crow Firebird instantly collapsed, turning into a sea of fire, and Fang Wenyuan stepped on the fire wave and went straight to the demon mist.

Everywhere it passed, the demon spirit let out a terrible scream, and was directly engulfed and burned by the sea of fire.