Fang Pan and Fang Xiyan fought hard, and the army pushed into Fengping Valley. The balance was tilted towards their own side. The demon general led his family to counterattack repeatedly, but like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, they eventually turned into foam and retreated. Thousands of pine branches blocked Fanba Mountain, and the line of defense vibrated like a harp string. It was about to break, but it regained its breath and tremblingly withstood the enemy's offensive. Lang Jigou looked at them one by one and felt relieved. On the other hand, Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, couldn't help but show anxiety in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Just as I was watching, a bit of heat fell out of thin air on the vast ice field, like a fierce flame. The ice and snow within a hundred feet suddenly melted, the frozen soil was torn apart, and slowly rising, a ball of blood appeared across the sky, rolling and evolving layer by layer, countless blood. The talisman faded and appeared, appearing and disappearing, and a vague figure appeared. Fan Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously stepped back half a step. His eyebrows were tangled together, and a bump was raised between his eyebrows. He looked solemnly, and when he looked up, he saw a red sun floating above his head, projecting endless light and heat like a torrent. General pouring down, the figure turned from blurry to clear, and looked at him deeply, without concealing his contempt and disgust.
Lang Jigou breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart started to rise again. He moved his steps quietly and retreated. The visitor was unusual. It was Shan Tao, the former Lord of the South. He was the same Lord but had different fates. He was promoted to the throne of Nanming and became the Lord of the Abyss. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Yin Feng, Youdu, Ksitigarbha, Yama, and Ping Ping. When Feng Feng When the war in Pinggu was stalemate, he suddenly came in his true form, most likely on Haotian's orders to eliminate Fan Wei's trouble. Lang Jigou made a good guess. Since Shantao took action in person, he had nothing to do here. It was in line with his status to just stay aside and watch, cheering when necessary.
As both masters of the abyss, Lang Jigou understood clearly, and Fan Wei was not confused. Shan Tao's purpose was obvious. He was unsure of what to do. His left eye suddenly felt itchy, and a thought arose in his mind. Someone whispered something in my ear. The look of surprise was fleeting. He slowly lowered his hands, and eight tentacles stretched out behind him, like a taut bow with its strings unloaded. His whole body relaxed, and his eyes flickered, as deep as the sea. Shan Tao raised his hand and flicked it, and all the blood talismans turned into nothing. His feet landed lightly on the ground, and his eyes fell on Fan Wei's face. He felt a slight shock and had a strange illusion in his heart.
Lang Jigou was very knowledgeable and stood aside silently. Fan
Old God Wei seems to be relying on him, but something is wrong. I always feel that something is wrong! Shan Tao thought for a few times, raised his legs and stepped towards Fan Wei. The blood and energy in his body surged, like a beast waking up from its slumber, and suddenly opened a divine realm of blood and energy, grabbing Fan Wei firmly. Shan Tao has never underestimated any opponent. Even when he used the red sun to attack Han Shiba in the Luofeng Valley, he tried his best and did not hold back. However, that guy was so good that he actually relied on his physical body to survive. Carrying it down to the point of futility. At this moment, facing Fan Wei, the Lord of the West, Shan Tao also had the intention of a lion and an elephant fighting a rabbit. As soon as he made a move, he used the supernatural power of the supreme realm of the abyss, and he was not allowed to retreat.
Shan Tao has vast magical powers and is the number one master of the four directions. He has steadily surpassed all his peers. After entering the bottom of the abyss, he has made further progress and his path has become deeper and deeper. Fan Wei fell into the divine realm of blood and energy, and his life and death were controlled by human hands. One thought existed and another thought disappeared. He should be panicked, but he regarded the desperate situation as a floating cloud. The eight tentacles activated the blood and energy, opening up a small and weak world, and blinked towards the mountain waves. Blink.
What's the meaning? Wink or beg for mercy? Shan Tao was about to activate the Blood Qi Divine Realm and manipulate the power of law to completely crush Fan Wei into pieces when he suddenly felt something was wrong with his face. Fan Wei has wild hair and scars on his face, covering his facial features, making him look like a god and demon. The scars are the medals of manliness, which should have added a certain amount of charm, but at this moment, he looks a little clown-like. Shan Tao was slightly startled, and immediately realized the reason. Fan Wei had no abnormality before blinking, but after blinking, his eyes became bigger and bigger. Instead of his right eye becoming smaller, his left eye became larger, sinking deeply into his skull, which was weird and abrupt.
Fan Wei grinned, and the pupil of his left eye gleamed slightly, suddenly swelled up and occupied the entire eye socket. Blood light gathered from all directions and gathered at one point, almost vomiting but not vomiting. The crisis came suddenly, tremors rose from the bottom of his heart, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Shantao raised his right hand without hesitation, and pointed out his index finger. The law of blood and energy suddenly changed, and they crowded together one after another. The eight tentacles turned into blood foam, and Fan Wei refused to evade, and suddenly shot out a bloody light from his left eye. The divine realm collapsed like a snow lion toward the fire. Shan Tao's chest and abdomen had been penetrated without even thinking about it.
The law of blood and energy was unsustainable and weakened rapidly, disappearing into the void. Shan Tao lowered his head and glanced. The wound was as thin as the eye of a needle. To the body of the abyss, it was no more than scratching an itch, but he clearly felt it.
It is as vicious as ever, like a gangrene attached to the bones, corroding the body of the abyss, unstoppable. Shan Tao made a decisive decision, raised his five fingers, pulled the red sun's heat, and inserted it fiercely between the chest and abdomen, gouging out all the flesh and blood, leaving a large transparent hole in the chest and back. The granulation slowly wriggled to close the wound. .
The bitter cold in the north, thousands of feet of frozen soil, and the ice and snow, suddenly rolled up a stream of heat, sending the flesh and blood in the palm of the mountain wave into the sky, and suddenly melted into a ball, turning into a small human form, with slender hands and feet, clear eyebrows and eyes, and the appearance changed rapidly, Hao Heaven, Fuyue, Beiming, Zhuanlun, Yinfeng, Youdu, Ksitigarbha, Yama and Pingping appear in turn, vividly. The mountain waves groaned, and the red sun swayed and trembled. It shot out a golden light, which smashed into the flesh and blood villain from the top of the skull and crushed it into ashes. The red sun also shrank by a circle, and its light dimmed, like the sunset at dusk.
Fan Wei opened his eyes wide and laughed, as if something was blocked in his throat, and his laughter was hoarse and dry. That day, he set up a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood formation in the cave of Tibetan soldiers. He jumped out of the abyss and came to the land of the three realms. He was led by the ancient Buddha Gaya with seventy-two diamond relics to the heaven of freedom, where he fell into the devil. In the palace, Demon King Bo Xun used his supreme magic power to collect the will of the abyss in his body one by one, restrain it on his left eye, and combine it into a magical power that could break through the divine realm. Shantao relied on his skill and fell into his plan.
Fan Wei blinked, his pupils trembled, the blood light gathered again, and he had enough energy to move. Shan Tao sighed secretly, the last bit of luck was gone, and he said solemnly: "What kind of magical power is this?"
"This is... to destroy the Dharma Eyes..." After stopping for a few breaths, Fan Wei wriggled his lips and spat out a sentence with difficulty. Before he could finish the words, blood filled his left eye. Shan Tao shook his head, and his body suddenly collapsed, turning into countless light spots, following the heat flow into the red sun, and fled far away.
The situation was overturned, and Lang Jigou was shocked to see him. He never expected that there was a great magical power that could destroy the divine realm hidden in Fan Wei's left eye. Before, he had always remained calm and fought with ordinary means. It turned out that destruction was so far away from him. Near, at stake, within reach. The mountain waves came back with feathers, and Fan Wei was so impressive that he stepped back step by step. With a call from his heart, he ordered Song Qianzhi and others to stop fighting and retreat quickly.
