This earth-shaking change, coupled with the previous words, is no less than a slap in Wang Yongcheng's face!

"Okay, you're very good, if you're just an ant in the realm of Yuanjing Yunbu, then I also feel sorry for my brother, killing you is also dirty my hands, but now it's good, I don't have to worry about these anymore, seeing that you are young, you can have such a realm, and you can be regarded as a genius-like person, killing a genius is really a very interesting thing." Wang Yongcheng's teeth clenched slightly, his cloudy pupils reflected the firelight, like flowing blood, and said in a dark voice: "The so-called genius is just more favored by God, but because of this, he gets carried away and can't figure out his position, how much effort I have paid for my cultivation and how much suffering I have endured, how can you be worthy of being compared with me!"

"I don't want to compare you to you, it's just that you just want to kill me. Zhang Qian's eyes closed slightly, and his five fingers swayed slightly.

Between the words, the body seemed to be blown by the wind, slowly approaching.

"Yes, you must die!" Wang Yongcheng's eyes suddenly burst into an infinite fierce light, and the fire snake wrapped around his body suddenly went berserk, writhing wildly, and hissing with his head up!

At this moment, he transferred the resentment and hatred in his heart to Zhang Qian.

The frenzied flames of war swept away, and the billowing wolf smoke was like a giant python swallowing the sky!

Wang Yongcheng raised his hand and slashed, the armor on his body rang loudly, and the giant python formed by thick smoke and war flames suddenly bit down from the sky, and swept across the void!

The mighty warm current rushed to the face, mixed with a strong battle intent to the extreme, as if there were tens of thousands of iron horsemen wrapped in the smoke, and the sound of killing rushed into the heart, making people have an illusion of almost suffocation.

Zhang Qian looked at the Huoyun python that was biting down and frowned slightly.

The body is still like a kite, constantly fluttering in the mighty wind, still not using any supernatural powers, as if it may be swallowed up at any time.

In the mountains under the two of them, a clear river meandered through the valley, the water surface was rippling, reflecting the fire above the sky, like a crushed blood moon, on the bank of the river, two short and rickety figures hid in the narrow crevices formed by the crowded rocks, sitting in the cold and hard stones, with their chins resting on their knees, covering their ears with their hands, holding their breath, not daring to look at the sky, like ostriches burying their heads in the sand.

The rolling heat wave from the sky made this cool night in late autumn seem to suddenly turn into a hot sky, and countless waves surged on the river surface, tumbling against the current, and the river water gradually became turbid, like blood.

The two figures hidden in the crevices of the rocks were also trembling.

At this time, the heavens were like thunder and wrath.

In the void, the fire cloud python has covered Zhang Qian's entire body, like Mount Tai pressing an egg, his eyes pierced the night sky, and he couldn't see a trace, as if he was burned to ashes by wolf smoke and war, even if he was reflected by his divine sense, there was no trace, as if he was dead, but Wang Yongcheng's expression did not reveal a trace of joy, but frowned, becoming more cautious. Although he has absolute confidence to kill Zhang Qian here, even if he hides his strength, he still can't change anything, but he will never be so vulnerable, and he will be wiped out in one move, even he himself will not believe it, but if not, where is he now?

The smoke of war and wolves filled the void, like thousands of troops rushing to kill, and the murderous aura filled the field.

Wang Yongcheng's eyes were like electricity, as if he wanted to penetrate the smoke and fire.

At this moment, the complexion changed suddenly!

In the thick smoke, a huge black cocoon burst out.

Zhang Qian's head full of green silk suddenly rose, revealing his body, like a demon god, his hair turned into thousands of sword qi, cutting vertically and horizontally, and the giant python that gathered from wolf smoke and war was suddenly cut to pieces.

The ashes fell like shattered meteorites towards the mountains.

Suddenly it was like a rain of fire.

Falling into the forest, the trees overturned, the fire flared in all directions, falling into the river, the river boiled, and the fog rolled in.

The two figures hidden in the cracks of the stone were suddenly frightened, holding their heads and running around, but there were mountains and rocks on all sides, there was nowhere to escape, and they really couldn't find a safer hiding place than here, after tossing around twice in place, they gradually stopped, and their eyes were facing each other, it was not difficult to see the trace of deliberately hidden fear in each other's hearts, and the two of them had anger and shame on their faces at the same time, one of them had pale gold scales on his face, and the fish lips and carp whiskers, just like the little demon in Shuifu, launched an anger, his eyes were like pearls, and he looked at the rickety old man with thick armor on his back, sharp-beaked monkey gills, and sharp nails, and reprimanded: "Jiashan, the two of you are doing anything wrong in your territory, but you don't care. ”

The old man looked obscene, rolled his eyes, and with a dig of his hands, he dug a pit under the rock, and curled up and lay down in it, looking as timid as a mouse, and ignored it.

"I have to take care of you, the fight between the two has not only harmed my Huangshi Ridge, but also killed a lot of people in your Qingshui River. The old man glanced at the dark night sky, where fire was pouring down, and the mountains and forests were on fire everywhere.

Although he didn't care about it, in fact, the corners of his eyes were twisted together, and the wrinkles were like fish tails, which was obviously extremely painful.

"I'm alone, where is the opponent of two people. The carp demon frowned.

The obscene old man glanced at him and sneered: "The two of us are his opponents?" My Huangshi Ridge is only ten miles in radius, and your Qingshui River is only forty or fifty miles away, even if you mobilize all the spiritual energy to cast spells regardless of the local creatures, I am afraid it will be difficult to pose a threat to it." You can see clearly, that demon who is full of fire is a powerful cultivator, how can you and I be opponents? ”

"If they continue to fight like this, I am afraid that many living beings will die in your territory, and when the time comes, who will bear the blame?"

The obscene old man waved his hand and said impatiently: "You still think you are the god of the Minjiang River, your Qingshui River is the same as my Huangshiling, it is a deserted land, who has the leisure to care?" Besides, it won't last long, the realm of that Taoist priest is not as advanced as this demon, and the Taoist sect is biased towards Qing cultivation and meditation, and the means of defeating the enemy are limited, and the combat effectiveness is inferior to that of the demon sect monks, if there are one or two magic weapons, maybe they can hold on for a while, but this Taoist priest is poor and white, if there is a magic weapon that can be used, I am afraid that it is also the end of the strong crossbow, and it will inevitably end within ten breaths, and you and I will not be affected too much. ”

When the carp demon heard him mention the word Minjiang, there was a hint of hatred in his eyes, and then he was surprised: "You said that the cloak exudes a righteous person, but why didn't he use Fu Zhao to borrow the aura of heaven and earth." ”

"How do I know, maybe it's a loose cultivation, I haven't received the Tao, and I can't write a talisman. However, the aura exuded from his body before was extremely pure, and the exercises he practiced should have come from the Xuanmen Sect. The obscene old man pouted, looking not too concerned, in his opinion, Zhang Qian is already a dying person, how extraordinary his identity is, it is not so important, unlike in the past, he retains a little awe of the authentic monks of Xuanmen.

"If he is a member of the Dao Sect and dies in the territory of you and me, I will both get into big trouble, and maybe I will be demoted to the god position. The carp demon looked anxious.

The lewd old man glanced at him, as if mocking him for not seeing the market, and said, "Didn't I tell you before, this person may be a loose cultivator, who will investigate him if he dies?"

"No, I have to help him! As soon as the carp demon turned over, he wanted to jump into the river.

"Are you looking for death, you and I are just little mountain gods and river gods, what does the demon path dispute have to do with us? Or is the sense of justice overflowing, and you want to be a defender?" the obscene old man grabbed him.

"I am the righteous god canonized by the heavenly court, and with the golden edict, even if I am scattered and the god body is scattered, I can also be reborn in the fiefdom. "The carp demon is unforgiving.

"Don't be stupid, your fiefdom is in the waters of the Minjiang River, and after you are reborn, you will become a prisoner of the thousand-year-old turtle. "The lewd old man will not let go and refuse to let him go.

As soon as the words fell, an earth-shattering loud noise was suddenly heard, like thunder on dry land.

The boulder behind the two clicked, and a terrifying crack was opened, and a strong shock wave swept from not far away from the two of them, and the two of them were arguing with themselves, but they forgot that the two people in the sky were in full swing, and they were not careful, they were affected by Yu Wei, and their bodies were directly swept out, and they fell on the rocky beach, and they were dizzy, and they even rolled and climbed upright, only to hug their heads and scurry, and looked at the sky from the corner of their eyes, only to see wolf smoke everywhere, sword qi filled the sky, and the night became a desolate battlefield. In the place where the thunder sounded before, the dust had settled, and I saw that the empty river beach seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, and a large crater several feet deep appeared, in which thick smoke billowed out.

In the smoke and dust, a halberd can be vaguely seen, and the whole body is red, like blood and fire.

A formidable murderous aura emanated from the blade like a half-moon, as if it had just been drawn from the mountains of corpses piled up on the battlefield, and that breath alone made the two little gods shudder.

The condensed body was like a reflection in the water, becoming a little scattered, and the divine body was showing signs of collapse.

The body of the gods is not flesh and blood, it is the same as the ghosts, the real thing is difficult to hurt, but it is easy to be disturbed by the powerful breath, obviously the red halberd in this pit has spirituality, it is an out-and-out spiritual treasure!

And the spirituality is vast, and the quality is definitely not low!

However, the halberd was cut off from it, and it was only half cut in the front of the pit.

The obscene old man glanced into the pit, only to feel that his legs and stomach were weak, and he looked at the sky tremblingly, only to see thick smoke billowing out, covering the sky and the sun, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

And the Five Elements Aura in that void was also disturbed by the fierce fighting, and it was no longer under his control, and it was impossible to feel the specific situation in the sky.

It's just that the atmosphere is depressing, like sticky mud, which makes people feel like they are under heavy pressure, and they can't move even half a step!

The two of them tilted their heads with difficulty, like mallards who had been choked by their necks, and their eyes were staring at the dim fire in the night, as if they had been drenched in blood, and the light smoke was wafting, like a desolate and desolate battlefield.

In the firelight, there was only a figure, holding a long stick as red as blood in both hands.

One end is beveled, and it is the severed halberd.

(To be continued)