The demon madness was comforting Qingkong, he had no way to make a move, and he couldn't watch Qingkong make a move, because they were facing not only Fan Yue in front of them, but also the Fan family behind him.

All I have to do now is believe in the falling sky and imagine that he can win.

In mid-air, the falling sky could no longer feel the direction, there was a white light in front of him, his arms were protecting his head, curled up together, trying to minimize the damage, and a large amount of pain was transmitted to his head, and he was forced to remain silent.

On the high platform, the dragon butterfly halberd was inserted on the ground, the light was dim, looming, exuding a smell of twilight.

He was stunned, he had already come up with a countermeasure in his heart, and he was ready to fight back, but when he picked up the dragon butterfly halberd, he suddenly hesitated, he had concerns, and his hands and feet naturally became dull.

Why hesitate? Reason told him that he couldn't take the initiative to attack, the risk was too great, and if Fan Yue found out that the immobilization bead was more dangerous, dragging it down was the best choice, but the battle instinct urged the body, and he had to fight back, otherwise the result might be sad.

With just such a distraction, Zhang Dishu seized it, just like the battle demon king, he didn't miss a little opportunity to start his solo performance.

There were many opportunities to counterattack halfway through the sky, but they all gave up, and the dragon butterfly halberd was knocked away, trembling all over, entangled in the question in his mind, whether he should make a move.

Finally, the absolutely rational and unassailable perfection of the falling sky was shattered at this moment, How to choose when encountering this dilemma?

If it is a puppet who only completes the task, he will endure until death, or a flesh and blood puppet who will not hesitate to stand up and resist in the face of death, and fight to death.

The situation of falling sky is special, and there is a situation.

The most anxious one is, of course, the little devil, who shouted loudly in the sea of knowledge: "Resist! You give me resistance! Show all your strength! How is it like a piece of wood!"

Holding his arms and glaring at the falling sky, no matter how much he shouted, it would be useless, because the falling sky was immersed in the problem at this time.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the little devil's ears, pleasant and crisp, but the little devil was even more annoyed.

"Won't you break his seal and free yourself now?" the female voice said.

If the falling sky hears it, it will definitely be very excited, this is the voice of the fairy sister who has disappeared for a long time.

"Hmph! I did this for his good, his temperament is too cowardly, even if he releases it, he can't defeat the other party, look there, you know it in your heart. The little devil said disdainfully.

Pointing to the depths of Luotian's heart, there was a cloud of black smoke, constantly gathering and dispersing, growing larger and smaller.

There was a small flame in the black mist, flickering and disappearing, as if it would be extinguished when the wind blew.

This is the heart fire of the hundredth place on the Tianhuo list, the treasure who has saved the life of the falling sky.

Although the fire was weak, it was indomitable, and the black mist tried to extinguish it, but it was never able to do so.

One won't go out, and the other won't give up extinguishing it.

Xiao Mo said lightly: "I just found that the fear in his heart has been reached, so I will seal his emotions and solve this situation, who would have thought that the fear that has been accumulated for a long time still broke out, if he can't overcome it, he will definitely stay here forever." ”

The other voice did not sound again, and the fairy sister who fell into the sky seemed to disappear again.

Feeling the other party's departure, Xiao Mo glanced at him unhappily, looked at the falling sky, and didn't say much.

Whether he can survive or not depends on himself.

The blood flowed from the head into the eyes, and there was no way to wipe it off when the sky fell, so he could only close his eyes, and his nose couldn't stop bleeding.

He lay on the ground dying, motionless, blood staining the ground red.

Zhang Dishu said slowly: "You are really durable, I like it, hahaha!"

The voice was like a Shura who climbed up under the nine shadows, with a biting chill, and the words pierced the ears.

Now his appearance no longer wants the feeling of a human being, behind his back, on his upper body, the black feathers are drenched with a layer of blood falling from the sky, exuding a strong fishy smell, which can be smelled ten miles away.

Those who cheered for Zhang Dishu slowly stopped talking, and the friends who knew Zhang Dishu were also at a loss, is this still the same benevolent and righteous him? Now he is like a crazy beast.

His madness is further highlighted by the inaction of the falling sky.

Suddenly, a faint voice appeared in the silent crowd, with timidity and uneasiness, and said: "Resist, stand up and resist, I want you to win!"

It takes courage and conviction to say a word of disagreement among thousands of people.

Although the voice was small, everyone looked in surprise in the direction where the voice came from.

A twelve- or thirteen-year-old, shy little Taoist priest with his head bowed came into everyone's eyes, his hands brushing the sweat of his palms back and forth, countless sights.

He was very uncomfortable, feeling that he had said the wrong thing, and said secretly: "It's over, it's over, it's definitely going to be miserable now." Thinking so afterwards, but he didn't regret saying this, that impulse, like a stone breaking the earth, suddenly rushed from the dantian to the heavenly spirit cover.

With his eyes closed, he waited for the crowd to besiege him.

After a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief, and one cry after another rang out in his ears.

"Stand up, brother, we support you!" "Come on, little brother, our butterfly killing faction has no bad seeds, he is a shame for the butterfly killing faction!" "The real duel is to abide by morality, losing is losing, I am ashamed to use the forbidden elixir of the mad demon pill to change the situation of the battle!" "Yes, stand up, you must stand up!"

Countless kinds of similar identities resounded throughout the dueling arena, I don't know whether it is pity for the weak or jealousy of the strong, or an explanation for the Qingtai in my heart.

The wave of support for the falling sky was officially launched, which not only alarmed Fan Yue and others, but even Zhang Dishu heard it.

Fan Yue had a dark face, he didn't expect that the people below would betray him, a large part of this was called by him, and now he attacked Zhang Dishu instead, he already kept these people in his heart, and he must teach them some lessons when he turns back.

"Hehe, it seems that someone is not happy in his heart, it is really a shame for us to kill the butterfly faction. The demon maniac took the opportunity to sneer.

The angry Fan Yue was furious, as if he was going to eat people.

The falling sky lying on the ground did not rise because of the shouting, he couldn't hear all the sounds now, Zhang Dishu walked in front of him, raised his foot to his heart, and gradually got closer.

For some reason, Zhang Dishu felt that these noisy voices were like souls crying out for grievances after death, which was very interesting.

The thought of wanting to smash Luotian's heart with one foot was also interrupted, he slowly withdrew his right foot, looked at the audience, tilted his head, showed a playful look, and said slowly: "Since you are so excited, then I will torture him for a while longer, so that you can watch more refreshingly, quack!"

As soon as the words fell, countless people were invected, and the voice was louder than just now.

However, the demon madness, the little devil and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and Luotian escaped and was saved by everyone.

But what will happen next time? If the sky continues like this, you will definitely die.

At this time, Zhang Dishu lifted him up again, grabbed Luotian's hair, and hit him in the face, splashing Zhang Dishu with blood with every punch.

The tragic scene made everyone's high mood begin to decline, and Qingtian bit his lip, and his face turned red with anxiety.

The demon madness can't wait anymore, he has to make a move, he can't let Luotian die in the butterfly killing faction, it's not reasonable to be reasonable, otherwise it's going to be a big trouble.

"Hahaha, what's the matter? Brother Demon finally couldn't help but make a move? But with me, by the time you arrived, Luotian would have died a long time ago, ouch, what a pity!" Fan Yue spread out his hand and pretended to be pitiful, and said.

It's easy to say, in fact, he already has a weapon in his hand, his eyes are sharp, and he is ready to go to war at any time, and the atmosphere is a little tense.

This battle can't be fought anymore, the demon madness is holding the tiger head knife in his hand, and just about to make a move, a voice in his mind interrupts his movements.

"Look closely at the setting sky, you know what he needs at this time. The tone was flat and even a little indifferent, making the demon madman unsure if the helper invited by Fan Yue did this on purpose to confuse the public.

However, he still glanced at the falling sky, and sure enough, he saw that something was wrong, and the trembling arms did not seem to be caused by pain.

The eyes of the monks in the foundation building period have long reached the realm of observation, and the subtle changes between the muscles can be seen clearly.

"He's scared?!" said the demon madness secretly, this was what he didn't expect, the lawless, like a carved man of ice, was actually trembling with fear.

"Hey, don't fight yet! Don't pose if you don't fight, it's weird and tired. Fan Yue said impatiently.

The demon madman glanced at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him, put away the tiger's head knife, looked serious, and tried to think about how to save Luotian.

Fan Yue saw that he was not fighting, and he also put away his weapon.

That trembling look, the demon madness has also been, not only him, everyone will have it, but few people will care, because no one will admit the fear in their hearts.

In the end, cultivating immortals is to cultivate the mind, and eliminating fear is one of the links.

If you can't get past it, no matter how good your qualifications are, you will eventually be swallowed up by the fear in your heart and die on the battlefield.

And Luotian's current situation is that he is at a critical moment, and the mutation of the fixed body bead and the spiritual root has become his fear, and he can't fight as he wants, as if he is stuck in a quagmire under his feet, and his body reaction slows down, so he naturally can't beat the enemy.

On the high platform, Luotian looked at the fist roaring towards him, but he didn't react, let it hit him in the face, and the bridge of his eyes and nose was cracked.

Keep asking yourself, fight or endure.

At this moment, the sound of a tiger roaring on the mountains, the heroic spirit of the majestic mountains and rivers penetrated through it, and it fell directly into the heavens.

"Falling heaven, have you forgotten what you promised? Are you afraid? Are you just starting to be timid? Only a coward is afraid of the future!"

Not only did the sky fall, but the hearts of all the disciples in the Qi cultivation period felt like they had been hit hard, and they suddenly felt that their courage was slowly flowing from their hearts, and their whole bodies were no longer cold.

The demon madness used the Tiger Roar Gong, gathered all his strength, forcibly urged the last form of the exercise, and was empowered.

Then a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, and the momentum disappeared, and now he is not as strong as the middle stage of foundation building.