When he punched out with a huge flaming light, like a golden crow descending, Fengxu expressionlessly covered his eyeballs that were dancing wildly in his eye sockets.
Before the fist came, the clothes on his back quickly curled up and burned, exposing the pale and bloodless skin on his back.
But before he turned around to face the punch, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body.
A huge fist covered in flames struck between his back.
Just like a meteorite hitting the towering mountains, the fire exploded into a ball and raging fire flew up in all directions.
Fengxu's body did not move at all when he landed on the ground, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed and sank into a terrifying circular pit with a diameter of tens of meters. Ground fire continued to burst out and burn in the pit.
He stood in the huge pit with his body slightly bent, and the huge fire fist that landed on his back did not leave.
From a distance, he looked like he was carrying a huge fist like a mountain, with blazing fire burning on his back.
But at this moment, Fengxu exploded with extremely terrifying physical strength.
Except for the clothes between the back that were burned to ashes, not to mention the skin, not even a hair was burned.
He covered his left pupil with both hands until the eyeball completely calmed down in the socket, and then he left his face with both hands.
The fist on the back trembled slightly, and the god in the fire let out a thrilling roar.
He retracted his fist a little, and then countless more explosive and raging flames began to condense on his fist, and he punched him on the back again!
Fengxu turned around in a big step, stretched out his left hand and raised it gently.
A sharp nail quickly extended from the index finger, like a slender sword, and struck towards the blazing fist.
The fist that hit straight down suddenly tilted down and hit the air into the huge circular pit.
A deep, muffled sound of thunder came from the depths of the earth, and then the earth cracked rapidly from the edge of the circular pit.
Fierce fire spurted out from the gaps, like pillars of divine fire, rushing up into the clouds.
The Great Sun Flame God groaned, and a shocking trace of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Before it hit the ground, the blood beads turned into bright fire and burned.
Fengxu sneered, and with a slight wave of the long and narrow nails pressed between his wrists, he cut off the fist of the Great Sun Flame God to the wrist.
The huge fist fell to the ground and turned into a sea of fire again.
Fengxu stood in the blazing sea of fire, and the surrounding fire did not dare to get close to him.
When he raised his slightly burnt nails and put them against the forehead of Da Ri, there was a cold smile on his face:
"The Great Sun Flame God summoned from the Scepter of Self-Judgment is certainly terrifying, but it's a pity that you are not very lucky.
It is now the coldest winter in the world, and we are located in a land of rolling snow-capped mountains. The sun has set and the sky has entered a vast and cold night.
Even though your flames are endless, you cannot summon the true fire of the sun that can truly shake my body.
What a mistake, Mr. Tan Guang. I used two royal corpse beads to become a demon, but in the end, I didn't really die. I received the gift of the corpse demon.
In a sense, I am half immortal and half demon, so the lethality of your flames will be greatly reduced to me..."
He smiled softly, and under the trembling gaze of the Great Sun Flame God, his slender nails were inserted into his eyebrows inch by inch.
The huge god's body floated lightly under one of his fingers, and then exploded in the air!
"Poof!!!" The summoned immortal soul fell completely, also causing huge backlash injuries to Tan Guangjun.
At the moment when the Great Sun Flame God dissipated, Tan Guangjun felt that his head was split open by an invisible axe.
The pain made him almost suffocate and faint.
He held the scepter and relied on the mountain wall to prevent himself from slipping down in embarrassment. He was panting heavily and his face was as pale as paper.
The Great Sun Flame God is a rare powerful immortal soul among the scepters of judgment, but in the hands of the fallen immortal Fengxu, he could not even withstand two blows.
Although it has long been recorded in ancient texts, the strength and possessions of immortals who have fallen from demons are multiplied, and they possess the power of both immortals and demons. Their weaknesses are minimal and extremely difficult to eradicate.
But until he saw it with his own eyes today, Tan Guangjun didn't know that an immortal of Jinxian's level could be so terrifying after falling into a demon, that it would make people so desperate?
The Fire God who was able to suppress the power of his corpse bead has been killed.
Fengxu is familiar with the immortal scriptures from ancient times to the present. He possesses the supernatural powers of immortals and the terrifying body of the corpse demon.
The Royal Corpse Bead is an existence that transcends life and death. Even if he is temporarily defeated, he can continue to be reborn and resurrected.
Tan Guangjun couldn't imagine what kind of means and power could be used to kill him completely.
Should we just flee, take His Majesty back to heaven, and report this matter to the Emperor?
He is definitely not able to deal with a monster of this level...
Confusing thoughts were swirling in my heart.
A breeze blew by my ears.
Then, under Tan Guangjun's stiff gaze, a figure swept out.
After witnessing the terror and power of Fengxu, the momentum of the young corpse demon increased instead of decreasing. He couldn't restrain his trembling body and started running in the snow.
Balian's figure strode through the wind and snow, looking very light.
But every time his toes touched the ground, the ground rumbled like a huge war drum.
The snow in the distant mountains is rolling down, as if it is bearing an unusually heavy weight in this mountain, river, world.
The earth shook and the wind and snow fell!
The raging fire transformed from the broken body of the Great Sun Flame God was cut across by Bailian with the Tiance Junshan Sword in his hand.
The fire stains the edge but does not go out. Instead, it clings between the blades and infects the entire sword body with a large area of blazing flames.
With every step Balian took, the remains of the gods that withered and were left on the earth were shaken into the air.
While running back and forth, every time Balian swung his sword, he didn't hit Fengxu.
But the flames of the god's remains that were supposed to wither gradually suddenly became stronger, as if some consciousness had been awakened.
Balian seemed to be collecting half of the wreckage, and the sword cut through the wreckage.
The victorious flames touched the edge of the sword in his hand, and the momentum surged and then quickly subsided, as if the power had been absorbed by the mortal heavy sword.
Fengxu seemed to understand what Balian was going to do, and his eyes were deeply focused, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the figure of Zhan Yan that was constantly moving through the wind and snow.
Soon, the pores of Balian's body opened, and blood like Tan Guangjun was sucked out of the body uncontrollably, turning into a puff of blood mist and floating in his direction.
Balian's movement through the mountain snow was slow for a moment, and he held the sword with one hand instead.
With his left hand fluttering, the blood mist sucked out of the body instantly turned into a cold blood gun.
He turned the blood gun and raised a handful of flames. The flames were particularly excited and sensitive to the blood of the corpse demon. In an instant, the entire blood gun burned.
The palm holding the tail of the gun was gently wiped, and the palm split open, and a wisp of purple blood overflowed and blended into the flame gun silently.
Then he raised his arms, and the flame spear roared out, the air waves rolled wildly, and made a shrill scream in the wind.
Regarding the flaming spear that shot towards him, Fengxu sneered disdainfully:
"They are all useless efforts. I really think I would be afraid of the corpse fire of this dead god."
As if to show his strength, he did not hide or dodge, and even opened his fanged mouth to face the flaming spear wrapped in the hurricane.
Trying to swallow the fire and blood into his belly.
Looking at the fallen immortal Fengxu who was so conceited after newly gaining mysterious power, the corners of Balian's lips slowly raised.
"Pfft!!!!"
A clear voice penetrated the head, and scarlet blood mixed with white brain flowers splashed diagonally on the ground.
Strange...strange?
Fengxu stumbled back two steps, his eyes wide open with ferocious shock, full of disbelief.
He raised his hands feebly, and his eyes moved stiffly down, looking at the flame spear that penetrated from his mouth and came out of his brain.
The severe pain was conveyed to the brain belatedly.
Why? ! Why! Why!
The power of his blood can penetrate his body!
It is clear that the person with the irreversible suppressive power of his bloodline is him who possesses two royal corpse beads!
"Lord Fengxu, have you forgotten..."
The Tiance Junshan Sword in Bailian's hand slashed through the remains of the Great Sun Flame God in a very short time.
The flames that were originally burning all over the mountains and the sky converged on his sword, but only a faint layer of golden flame was attached to it, burning slowly on the edge of the sword.
The golden flames were like flowing paintings, igniting an unfinished faint inscription under the sword grid, converging into a thin golden line that slowly flowed across the entire sword body.
Balian held the sword and approached Fengxu step by step. His body was still trembling, but he had a fearless smile on his face:
"In addition to being a zombie demon, I am also the Crown Prince of the Zhongyou Dynasty..."
"It seems that Master Fengxu is familiar with countless Taoist scriptures, but he doesn't know much about my Zhongyou's devious Taoist techniques.
When it comes to bloodline lords, my grandson’s purple blood is not something you can swallow whenever you want. "
The Purple Blood of the Great Emperor controls trillions of deceased spirits. This spirit also includes gods.
The flames transformed from the remains of the god, with the blessing of the purple blood, can be strengthened a hundred times in an instant!
Although the wind and snow are blowing at the moment, there is no sun or sky.
But the flames blessed by purple blood can really hurt Fengxu.
Although Fengxu, whose face was completely penetrated, was not dead, his body began to continuously emit fire particles like fireworks.
He roared angrily, crushing the flame spear with both hands, and the bloody hole in his mouth could even be seen swaying in the wind and snow behind him.
When he was a Golden Immortal, he was pressed hard by Baili'an step by step, but now he willingly degenerated into a demon, his cultivation level increased greatly, and he was suppressed by his bloodline, and he could still be hurt by him.
How could he not hate or be angry?
His eyes trembled, and Balian's figure was clearly reflected in one pupil, and then the scene in it quickly changed.
Eye killing technique!
Balian frowned, and the left hand that threw the gun was suddenly twisted by a terrifying force.
With a click, his left hand twisted and bent in a strange arc.
However, it was obvious that the blow just now slowed down Fengxu's movements, giving Bailian enough time to react.
He dodged sideways and pulled out a ghost-like afterimage in the space.
The next moment, his sword came to Fengxu.
Bailian's sword was very fast, and Fengxu's unique recovery power of the zombie demon was also extremely terrifying. The blood hole that penetrated his head healed in an instant.
Except that his face looked a little pale, it was difficult to tell that he had just suffered such serious injuries.
Even Taoist immortals like Tan Guangjun did not dare to claim that they could survive after their heads were penetrated.
Regarding the sword struck by Bai Lian, Fengxu's whole body's spiritual power mixed with this dark power poured into his arm.
He raised his arm with a solemn look and swung directly to meet the sword blade.
The simple movement of waving his arms caused the energy between heaven and earth to suddenly become chaotic and turbulent, and a strong wind blew up.
Bailian's silhouette, which was as fast as an afterimage, suddenly froze in the wind and snow, and his movements became clearly visible.
The lightly burning Tiance Junshan sword's golden flames flourished, and the sword energy rose like fireworks, turning into a pair of fire wings that rose from the sword.
This is Xihe's unique skill, the Golden Crow Sword of the Great Sun!
When used in conjunction with the flames of the Flame God's remains, the power becomes even more deadly and dangerous.
Bailian, who was frozen in mid-air, suddenly accelerated several times faster. This time, he couldn't even catch the afterimage.
Fengxu's arm failed to deflect his sword, but instead a sharp bloody gash was cut between his arms.
He was never given a chance to react.
Balian's afterimages continued, and countless sharp golden sword shadows appeared in the space.
Every time the sword shadow fell, there was an additional wound on Fengxu's body.
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"
Tan Guangjun, whose body was stiff, couldn't see Balian's movement at all. He could only hear the smooth sound like a thin knife cutting fish flesh, constantly echoing in the vast sea of heaven and earth.
Every wound cut by his sword could not heal itself, and the wounds burned with golden flames.
From a distance, the fallen immortal's fengxu body now looked like a squirrel mandarin fish sliced extremely beautifully by a chef with excellent knife skills.
The flesh and skin on his body bloomed loosely into bloody flowers.
Cruel and beautiful.
"Ding!"
Finally, Fengxu used his own sword to deflect Bailian's sword.
Bailian did a backflip and flew backwards far away to release his breath. When he landed, he seemed to be exhausted and unstable. He knelt down on one knee and slid far across the ground for a distance.
Blood beads mixed with fire, rolling and splashing on the ground.
He looked at Balian with a stern look, his eyes were extremely sinister.
Another sword skill he had never seen before.
Weird movement, weird sword.
The sword that could not be possessed by spirits was able to successfully possess the spirit of the gods through the flames of the remains of the gods.
This madman!
The road has order, and the way of heaven has rules!
All spirit-attached weapons are engraved on the souls of the demon clan.
How dare he be so bold as to use the soul of a god to sacrifice the sword!
But at this moment, the sword in this kid's hand that should be classified as a mortal weapon, possessed by a god, is actually capable of truly killing gods!
madman! What a madman!
The forger who forged this sword was also a madman!
I wonder which weapon master in the world dares to forge such a sword with the consciousness of killing gods!
Obviously, the continuous and uninterrupted sword skills that can break Fengxu's body take a huge toll on Bailian.
Under the pressure of Fengxu's bloodline, he kept breathing heavily. The corpse beads at his heart were vibrating at a high frequency, as if his heart was to be torn into pieces. His body was shaking as if all the bones in his body might fall apart at any time.
But the moment he stood up with his sword in hand, the golden sword pattern on the sword shone brightly.
At the same time, a tall and majestic Flame God stood up slowly from behind him, opened his eyes at the same time as him, and stared deeply at the Fallen Immortal Fengxu.
(End of chapter)
