Chapter 148: The Art of Pouring the Sea

At this time, there was another loud bang outside the barrier, which made the rift even more prominent. ≧，

Cheng Ji also recovered from the Regent Technique, and there was no half-disdain in his gaze when he looked at Fang Wenyuan, and there was a little more caution.

The power of the Regent Technique did make him suffer a lot. If he hadn't cultivated as a golden pill, he was afraid that he would lose his ability to act under such a blow.

In the same way, being teased by a foundation monk again made him feel shameful and shameful. So the killing intent was pervasive, and it seemed that he was going to kill the killer. With a wave of his hand, he attracted the qi of heaven and earth, and even the demonic qi contained in the Ten Thousand Demon Diagram was also attracted by him.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night!" Cheng Ji shouted angrily.

The effect of this spell was completely different, as soon as these words came out, the yellow spring water boiled, and piles of white bones were exposed from it, and on the white bones stood bloodless ghosts, endlessly.

As soon as Fang appeared, he immediately let out a scream, and all the cries gathered together, and those who heard the sound trembled and couldn't help themselves. At the same time, they flew out together, and instantly surrounded Fang Wenyuan.

However, Cheng Ji had no intention of stopping, and with a wave of his hand, a stream of black gas condensed into a long whip, and outside the long whip, there was also the phantom of a poisonous snake, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Fang Wenyuan was under siege, and the continuous fight had already made him emaciated. At this time, facing the attack of ghosts, he was even more tired to deal with. These ghosts were very interested in his qi and blood, constantly biting at his body, sucking his blood.

Although there is a thunder body, but the ghost is like a tide, coupled with the loss of the yuan power in his body, the seed of the thundercloud is gradually withering, and the thundercloud in the outside world cannot be summoned, although there is a diǎn faint induction, but if you want to condense it, it will be impossible for a while.

Now I want to come up with an effective defense, but I don't have it. Because his spells are mainly attacking, and there is almost no defense. The only defensive spell, the 'Purple Night Thunder Fu', was obscure, and he didn't have time to comprehend it, so he kept it aside.

Within a moment, Fang Wenyuan had turned into a bloody man, covered with sores all over his body, his long hair was scattered, and his clothes had long been tattered. However, his eyes were still flat, with a kind of indifference, and nothing seemed to touch his rock-solid heart.

The ghost demon Cheng Ji's eyes were bloody, he shouted fiercely and angrily, and waved his hand to knock out the long whip in his hand. Everywhere he passed, the ghost gave way, and the snake shadow outside the long whip spat out the snake letter, opening its mouth and biting Fang Wenyuan.

Fang Wenyuan let out a long roar, stretched out his hand to wipe it in the storage bag, and took out a bow, which was a golden wooden bow.

At the same time, a winged totem was born on the right side of his face, and a cyan firework was lit in his eyes.

A chaotic turn in his right eye, and a cyan firebird flew out, rising in the wind. Fang Wenyuan pulled out the golden wooden bow, the aura of heaven and earth gathered, and the cyan firebird also attached to it, turning into a long arrow.

The golden wood bow slowly pulled out, Fang Wenyuan was no longer defensive, and let the hundred ghosts eat at him, even the snake shadow on the long whip bit his waist, and he didn't care about it completely.

The aura of heaven and earth gathered more and more, and the green tendons on Fang Wenyuan's arms were like dragons, and the golden wood bow was pulled away by him.

"Boom".

The cyan arrow burst through the void, and the wind it brought up caused the water of the Yellow Spring to tumble. Cheng Ji's pupils shrank, he took a few steps back, and with a turn of one palm, Huang Quanshui formed a big hand and slapped the long arrow.

The power of the long arrow was unstoppable, and it continuously penetrated more than a dozen big hands composed of yellow spring water and came to Cheng Ji. Cheng Ji didn't panic, a white bone spear flew out of the pile of white bones in the yellow spring water, and it went head-to-head with the long arrow, directly smashing it.

As soon as the long arrow broke, the Golden Crow Firebird flew out and let out a hissing and pounced on Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji smiled coldly, looked at Fang Wenyuan, who was surrounded by a hundred ghosts, and said slowly: "As a foundation building monk, you are proud enough to be able to make this seat so embarrassed." Although it is in this seat that has not yet recovered its peak, it is still a little uncomfortable with this body. ”

Fang Wenyuan's face was pale, and he stepped on the ghost escape technique. Constantly moving among the hundred ghosts, because the injury was too serious, and the long whip snake shadow was still biting his waist, so his movement was a little slow, so he was injured from time to time.

Hearing Cheng Ji's words, Fang Wenyuan snorted coldly and said mockingly: "The monks of the Jindan period, I have seen a lot of them in the sect, and all of them are unfathomable.

But why are you so weak? Even I, a monk who has just established a foundation, can't help it, and find these reasons to excuse myself, which is ridiculous.

Is it because you're not good at your craft? It's no wonder you're going to die with only one heart left, and it's no wonder you're going to need to regain it. ”

At this time, the Golden Crow Firebird was about to fly in front of Cheng Ji.

When he saw that he was about to do it, a wall of yellow spring water rose in front of Cheng Ji, and the golden black firebird couldn't dodge, and was suddenly watered by the water of the yellow spring, and became a lot of malaise.

Fang Wenyuan felt distressed in his heart, this golden crow fire, when he first got it, although there was only a trace left, it contained spirituality, as long as he continued to devour the different fire, he could grow.

It was devoured a lot before, but now it was poured by Cheng Ji's filthy yellow spring water, and it suddenly became a lot weaker, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time, and all the hardships were in vain.

At this time, Cheng Ji's figure sounded again, and said: "Huangkou Xiaoer, today, this seat will let you see how powerful the ghost king is!"

After saying that, his hand shook, the long whip trembled, and the image of the snake outside the long whip was alive, and it directly broke away from the long whip and surrounded Fang Wenyuan, making him unable to move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hundred ghosts around him recklessly tore at his body, and even so, Fang Wenyuan did not frown. These pains can only be regarded as tickling compared to the baptism of heavenly thunder.

At this point, the ghost king Cheng Ji had a doubt in his heart, the long whip in his hand was dedicated to beating the soul, but Fang Wenyuan was not affected at all, he was bitten by the long whip snake shadow, and he couldn't see the slightest discomfort. If it was someone else, Cheng Ji would be able to pull his soul away with a little force.

"It seems that this kid has a secret hidden in him. He guessed this, the immortal soul guarded Fang Wenyuan's soul, how could he be hurt by a little ghost king.

There is also a diǎn that Fang Wenyuan is so young that he can endure the pain of a hundred ghosts devouring the body, which makes him feel a little higher than Fang Wenyuan.

Rao is like this, he has no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates.

Fang Wenyuan only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the figure of the ghost king Cheng Ji appeared in front of him, and he stretched out his hand and slapped him on the chest.

The five internal organs trembled, and the blood gushed up from his throat uncontrollably, Fang Wenyuan clearly felt that the beating of his heart was becoming weaker and weaker.

As soon as the sky and earth darkened, the originally noisy ghost crying gradually faded away, Fang Wenyuan only felt very tired, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his little finger.

The pain in my body gradually disappeared, and only the cold remained!

"It's cold!"

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of him.

It was a cyan day.

Then there was the sound of water, Fang Wenyuan looked up and saw a blue ocean, the waves were turbulent and ruthless.

In the middle of the furious sea, a man sits and drifts with the tide. It is as if he is a part of the sea, like a drop of water, merging into the sea and flowing with the waves.

Day after day, year after year. The man's breath grew weaker and weaker, and gradually became calm, like this sea water. If you don't use your eyes to see, but only your senses, you'll only have a sea in front of you.

In this piece of heaven and earth, there are only this man and Fang Wenyuan. And the man sat calmly in the sea like a drop of water, without saying a word.

Fang Wenyuan tried to talk to him, but there was no response. Gradually, it seemed to be rendered by this man, and Fang Wenyuan also sat cross-legged in the sea.

The water, sometimes soft and peaceful, sometimes surging.

year

Two years

Three years

I don't know how long it took, Fang Wenyuan's heart was as calm as water, and he flowed with the waves like that man.

Experienced storms, rough waves, and stormy seas.

After experiencing the level like a mirror, the breeze is coming, and the water waves are not prosperous.

On this day, the water and the sky are the same color, and the turquoise sea is as soft as silk, with slight ripples and vast smoke waves.

The man, who had been deposited like water, stood up at this time, his palms were as soft as bones, and he kept waving.

The sea seems to be called, gradually rippling and rising waves. The line between the sky and the sea slowly became rough, and if you looked closely, it was a wall of water, a tsunami.

The man waved his palm forward and shouted, "Fall into the sea!"

When the tsunami hit, Fang Wenyuan also stood up slowly, facing the wall of water thousands of feet high, like an ant, but he didn't have any fear, his face was indifferent.

At this time, the man who caused the tsunami slowly stepped over and merged into Fang Wenyuan's body.

The attack in front of him was still a small dissipation, and this piece of heaven and earth was also shattered.

Fang Wenyuan's state of mind was empty, he had experienced such a scene, he had experienced it when he had inherited the art of moving mountains.

When he opened his eyes again, Fang Wenyuan saw the hideous face of the ghost king Cheng Ji, as well as the hand he had hit on his chest.

The injuries in his body are still there, and at this time, the force of Cheng Ji's blow to his chest has not yet fully surged.

Fang Wenyuan was sober, the purple light in his right eye flashed, and a circle of patterns immediately appeared under Cheng Ji's feet, enveloping him.

The next moment, the thunder shone brightly, and its sound was like a landslide.

Almost exhausted, Fang Wenyuan sent out a floating thunder technique. This blow made the Yuan Force in his body consume no one out of ten.

However, it was to break free from the shackles of the long whip snake shadow, which escaped the residual strength of Cheng Ji's palm, otherwise he was afraid that he would die without a corpse.

That palm would have caused him to faint and die, but the strange inheritance brought him to his senses, and the moment of crisis suddenly erupted.

Lei hurt the Ghost King a lot, which is why Cheng Ji, as the Ghost King, failed to take down Fang Wenyuan easily.

The floating injury made Cheng Ji's body a little paralyzed, and although he recovered in an instant, it was still a step too late.

Fang Wenyuan stretched out his hand in front of him, and behind him a phantom image of the sea appeared, gradually becoming solid.

At the moment when Cheng Ji caught up, Fang Wenyuan shouted in a low voice: "Fall into the sea!"