The tail of the Yuanjing python can break the mountain, crack the ground, destroy everything, and break the ancient treasure into pieces.

Now, the nine tails were all frantically hitting Fang Ling. Fang Ling's body, under the blow of these nine tails, looked so small.

Zong Zhou's monks clenched their fists tightly, hoping to see Fang Ling's flesh shattered soon.

It's just a pity that what they can see is the body of the infinite Yuanjing python.

Fang Ling seemed to have been smashed into meat powder.

Time passes little by little, and at this moment, many people feel that time flies a little slowly. After a full quarter of an hour, the nine Yuan Crystal Pythons had been whipped thousands of times.

According to everyone's estimation of the Yuanjing Python, even if it is a mountain covering an area of 100 miles, it should become a crushed powder at this time.

"Hey!" A soft sigh came from Mr. Zhiyi's mouth, and with this sigh, the nine Yuan Jing Pythons turned into nine earthy yellow rays of light, filling the seemingly infinite earth.

And in the big pit that was beaten by the Yuanjing python, which was a hundred zhang deep, Fang Ling was like a god's mansion, standing there quietly.

Smiling, plain but giving people a sense of sacredness.

Nothing, the whipping of the crazy Nine Yuan Crystal Python didn't have any effect on Fang Ling.

How is this possible? But this unbelievable scene is real, and it appears in front of everyone without the slightest falsehood.

The big seal just now can still say things like Mr. Zhiyi's mercy, but the power of the Yuan Jing Python's whipping is not fake at all.

Even if it's a half-step power. I'm afraid that under the whipping of Mr. Zhiyi's Yuanjing Python, which has a thick pattern, it will directly turn into fly ashes.

There was silence all around. All the people looked at Fang Ling's gaze, and they became more and more strange. Although the sect monks were still looking at Fang Ling with hatred. But there is also a hint of admiration in their eyes.

A hint of admiration that had to be revealed.

In Fang Ling's heart, he was even more happy at this time. Although he was very confident in the selfless seal of these laws, the current situation still made him feel the urge to look up to the sky and roar.

He could feel the power of those Yuanjing pythons, and even he felt that those Yuanjing pythons could break through the void.

But in the end, no matter how strong the tails of those Yuanjing pythons were, they couldn't beat him.

There is no self in all laws. Since I'm not here, then how can the heavens and the ten thousand laws hurt me!

"Sir, now, it's no longer the time for his subordinates to show mercy!" Tu Yuanming glanced at Fang Ling twice, then stepped forward to Mr. Zhiyi, kneeling on the ground, and said to Mr. Zhiyi in a deep voice.

Mr. Zhiyi glanced at Tu Yuanming, and then waved his hand. That little stick. He waved it slightly.

"Fang Ling, this time I want to cast the Dingtian Stick, once this stick is cast, it will be me. It is also difficult to take back. ”

As Mr. Yi spoke, his body flew up slightly, and then he slammed it. smashed down towards Fang Ling's body.

This stick looks like a fight between ordinary people. There is no mystery at all, but those half-steps can look at the falling Tianding stick. One by one, their faces became extremely ugly.

They felt that this Dingtian Stick was like a stick, and all of Fang Ling's retreats had been sealed, and no matter which direction Fang Ling retreated, it would be difficult for Fang Ling to escape the shroud of the Dingtian Stick.

Because of its simplicity, it seems that all the positions are flawed, but it is precisely because of this that this fixed stick is difficult to dodge.

Although this stick is not as powerful as the nine Yuan Jing Pythons, a great avenue hidden in the Dingtian Stick can smash everything that might prevent this stick from being knocked down into pieces at any time.

Yan Shenzhou, who is shining in the sky, when facing the stick of Mr. Zhiyi, is using his immortal boat that shines in the sky and the punch that he seems to have never defeated in his life. But that's it, under one blow, Yan Shenzhou also didn't take advantage.

And now, in the face of this stick, Fang Ling has been replaced, can Fang Ling's method of not touching his body still be able to block this stick?

Inside this stick, there is a complete avenue.

At this moment, everyone looked at Mr. Zhiyi, who was jumping high, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Fang Ling's body.

Although Ji Shaoying is from Zongzhou, but at this moment, her worries are completely on Fang Ling, Fang Ling is Fang De'an's master, and Fang De'an's backer, once Fang Ling has a problem, their husband and wife's life will ......

Ji Shaoying's heart has already raised her throat, although the two attacks just now have given her great confidence in Fang De'an, the master who suddenly appeared, but now, her heart is still difficult to calm down.

She didn't see the big battle between Mr. Zhiyi and Yan Shenzhou, nor did she see how domineering the Dingtian Stick was in Ji Xuantu's hands.

But she could sense the extraordinaryness of Mr. Zhiyi's stick from the changes in the expressions of the people around her.

Compared to all the people who were worried about him and wished that he would die under the Dingtian Stick, Fang Ling at this time was undoubtedly very calm, and the Dingtian Stick that was slowly hit down did not seem to pose any threat.

But this stick is more difficult to take than the two attacks of Mr. Zhiyi just now. Fang Ling also knew that Mr. Zhiyi was not lying, and if this stick was hit, even if it was Mr. Zhiyi himself, it would be difficult to control it.

If he resisted, Fang Ling had ninety-nine Shangqing Heavenly Thunder Swords in his hand, and there was that swarthy iron spear. Although he still can't stimulate the spirituality of the iron spear, it is definitely a gun that is not inferior to the stick of heaven.

Countless thoughts swirled in Fang Ling's mind, but in the depths of his mind, there was a strange voice that kept telling him, making him believe that all the laws had no self seal, and that as long as there were all laws without self seals, it would be difficult for all the laws of heaven and earth to stick to his body.

In the end, Fang Ling still didn't move, and the Dingtian stick also fell lightly on him.

The Heaven Fixing Stick fell from Fang Ling's shoulder, originally standing in the void. It seemed that there was nothing outside of Fang Ling's body, and a ripple appeared on his body. This ripple is very thin. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to see clearly.

But the people present. Each of them has extraordinary eyesight, and their divine sense can envelop the void for thousands of miles.

Even if there were flying flowers and fallen leaves, they couldn't hide their eyes, so it was like breaking the ripples of the void, and they all felt it.

The stick was up, the stick fell, and the stick was withdrawn, and it only took Mr. Yi a blink of an eye.

Mr. Zhiyi, who held the stick in his hand again. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, he looked at Fang Ling for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Can you sue me, what is the name of your move?"

"There is no seal of the law!" Fang Ling did not mean to hide it from Mr. Zhiyi.

Mr. Zhiyi looked up at the sky, muttered for a moment, and then said leisurely: "All laws have no self, what a law without me!"

"Since there is no me. How can these heavens and ten thousand laws hurt my body!"

Fang Ling nodded, and a trace of heartfelt admiration rose in his heart for Mr. Zhiyi's ability to comprehend the essence of the laws without self seals so quickly.

"Sir. There are only three moves, and you still have seven moves, although Fang Ling's methods are powerful without my seal. But he must not keep doing it, as long as you keep going, sir. I believe that this period of his Dharma will not be touched. The next victory still belongs to our Zong Zhou!"

It was Tu Yuanming who shouted these words, although he was also surprised by Fang Ling's strange methods, but as the great elder of the Sect Zhou Sect Elders' Association, he was still able to maintain his due calm.

And the last words he said also pointed out the most important point, Fang Ling's move would definitely not last!

Otherwise, Fang Lingguang would be able to become the first person in the world with this move, even if it was Yan Shenzhou, who was shining in the sky, he might not be able to break his move.

The Zongzhou monks, who were originally like ashes, after hearing Tu Yuanming's shouting, burst out of hope again in their eyes, and they shouted after Tu Yuanming: "Sir, there are still seven moves, you don't have to worry." ”

"Although Fang Ling's methods are strange, I believe that he is definitely not your opponent, sir. ”

"As long as you slowly consume him, sir, the victory still belongs to our Zong Zhou, sir, for Zong Zhou!"

These shouts made the Beihai Ten Murderers and the others, who were originally overjoyed by Fang Ling, worry in their hearts. As the ancestors of the Yuanying Ancestors, they also have knowledge beyond the ordinary.

Although Fang Ling's method without self seal was vertical and horizontal, they knew that this law without self seal would definitely not last long.

Otherwise, Boss Fang would have dominated the world long ago by relying on these laws without my seal!

If Mr. Zhiyi consumes it slowly, there will be no problems, and no one has to specify how long the time of a move is.

For a while, the crowd around became full of people again. The calmest were Fang Ling and Mr. Zhiyi, who were standing in the middle.

Mr. Zhiyi, who was a little hunched on his back, waved the Dingtian stick in his hand lightly, and looked at Fang Ling again.

However, this time, he did not shoot directly at Fang Ling as before, but looked at Fang Ling quietly, as if he was waiting for something.

This waiting, in the eyes of the monks of Zong Zhou, and even all the monks present, Mr. Zhiyi was waiting for the opportunity to make a move, waiting for Fang Ling's laws to disappear without self seals.

Some of the young Zong Zhou monks even showed joy on their faces, they felt that victory was not far from them.

It should be said that victory is a hot thing for them, as long as Fang Ling's magic dissipates, then it is a matter of time before Mr. Zhiyi will defeat him.

Time passed bit by bit, and Mr. Zhiyi still did not move, as if he had not made up his mind.

Fang Ling also stood quietly to the side, not urging Mr. Zhiyi. In this way, the two men stood for a quarter of an hour.

"I admit defeat!" The three words gently spit out from Mr. Zhiyi's mouth, and as these three words came out, a faint smile appeared on Mr. Zhiyi's face.

The smile looks calm, but it gives people a sense of ease.

A kind of free and easy that is worthy of the sky and the ground!(To be continued......)