During the fierce battle, Song Qianzhi suddenly realized the intention conveyed by Lang Xigou on a whim, and without hesitation gathered the elites, cut off the strong men's wrists, abandoned the forward soldiers, and took the lead in breaking out to the east. Fang Xiyan also noticed it, hesitated for a moment, and hurriedly said hello, crossed the Fengping Valley without entering, and led his troops to chase Song Qianzhi away. Fang Pan ignored this and rushed into the valley at once, his eyes blood red. He roared loudly and danced an iron hammer like a whirlwind. The two demon generals Bo Lu and Di Luo failed to block it. The morale of the demons under his command was greatly boosted, and they poured into the Wind Screen Valley.
Seeing Song Qianzhi, Fan Bashan ran away. He knew that the battle for the master of the abyss had already been decided. He subconsciously looked back and saw the Lord of the West, Fan Wei, floating over. He was majestic. He was wearing armor and waved slightly. Nodding in greeting, he swept his army forward, massacred and harvested the enemy's blood. In no time, they approached Fengping Valley and blocked Fang Pan's retreat. The situation of catching a turtle in the urn was already established. He fought steadily and gradually eroded the opponent's strength. The devil generals in the valley also understood this and took turns to come forward to entangle them. They each used their own methods to retreat with one blow. Fang Pan's blood rushed to his head and he took it down single-handedly. For a moment, he was blinded by the killing and was dizzy. When the soldiers behind him screamed and dispersed, he suddenly realized that he was trapped in a tight siege and was in a dilemma.
The trapped beast is still fighting. Once a warrior like Fang Pan is in a desperate situation and goes crazy, even Fan Bashan does not dare to underestimate the enemy. Although the Lord of the West is suppressing the battle and slaughtering him like a chicken ear, the Lord of the Labor Abyss takes action, but it seems that He is very incompetent and has no face. Fan Bashan was about to personally take action to subdue the opponent, when his eyes suddenly shrank, he saw Fang Pan among the thousands of troops, wielding seven hammers in a row to force the demon general to retreat. Just when the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet emerged, his blood was exhausted and he could do nothing. Then, a figure flashed like a ghost, waving a strange-shaped scythe with both hands, and the five-color divine light fell down, forcing him to dodge. The scythe blade passed by and cut off both legs.
The body of the abyss was extremely powerful, its blood was inexhaustible, and its flesh was immortal. Fang Pan gritted his teeth and roared, the blood in his dantian rotated, and countless fine blood fibers spurted out from the wound, intertwining with each other, and he was about to reattach the broken leg to his body. His eyes widened, his right arm swelled nearly half way, veins popped out, swam and entangled like a small snake, he circled the hammer and struck it down with a backhand, his eyes flickered, and he had already escaped out of thin air. The hammer hit the air and lost its strength. Fang Pan twisted his waist and abdomen, stretched his arms and swung half a circle. This hand was called Fengjuan Canyun, but it still swept thousands of troops. His mind suddenly went blank, and the broken leg went numb, and the muscles and bones It was loose, filled with demonic energy, and exploded violently, with seventeen blasts in a row, flesh and blood flying like rain, and half of the body was gone.
Fang Pan was caught off guard, his Dantian was severely injured, his blood and energy were out of control, and his body could never recover. He stared blankly at the two legs and feet, one long and one short. The remains of his body rolled on the frozen soil. His eyes were about to burst, and two lines of bright red blood tears dripped from the corners of his eyes. He had gone through hundreds of battles and narrowly escaped death, but in the end he died at the hands of a lesser person. He only saw a wretched shadow, without even a glimpse of his face, so how could he ever close his eyes. Fan Bashan sighed secretly, and a blood shadow floated out of his body. He stepped forward and gently hugged Fang Pan. His vitality was wiped out, and his thousand years of Taoism were in vain.
Bo Lu and Di Luo looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The abyss was different from the Three Realms. One of the generals of the Lord of the North also had such great magical powers. If that guy hadn't caught sight of him and swung his sickle in the middle, he didn't know what it would have cost him. At that time, how many descendants of the demon were lost. Although I don't want to admit it deep down in my heart, after these days of fighting, that guy has always appeared at the most critical moment, turning the tide of the battle and making the final decision. Apart from other things, his vision alone is unparalleled.
The bones of the Peacock King were refined into a five-color divine light sickle, with the beak as the tip, the head as the blade, and the spine as the handle. The divine light rotates and extinguishes, and the power of Nirvana suppresses all things. It is Wei Shi who wields such a murderous weapon and cuts the rock in one fell swoop. Qi left an external clone named "Zhou Ji". He received the guidance of the ancient Buddha Gaya, and became successful in practicing the book of demons. He refined the body of demons. He understood the two truths of eclipse and destruction in the seven verses and eight verses of the Five Meanings and Six Truths deeply, surpassing the eighteen demon generals. Faintly unique and in a class of its own. However, after all, he has only been practicing magic for a short period of time, and the number of people under his command is mediocre and mediocre, so he cannot fight a tough battle. He can only rely on his own magical power to sneak attacks from the side, but in the end he cannot get on the stage.
When the matter was over, he brushed off his clothes and hid his body and reputation. His false reputation was just a floating cloud. Zhou Ji defeated Fang Pan with the magical power of "Breaking Truth". Seeing that the overall situation was decided, he escaped far away and disappeared silently into the depths of Fengping Valley. Not long after walking, a looming figure appeared next to him, like a blur of ink, turning from light to thick, adding a bit of brilliance. It was a witch with a graceful figure and a vague face, silently and following every step.
The wind was fierce and the snow was flying. Zhou Ji took a deep breath, the cold air penetrated into his heart and lungs, and suddenly said: "That man left a breath in this Fengping Valley."
There was a clear connection between the two minds, and there was no need to speak out. Zhou Ji did not want to tell the person's name. Firstly, he was afraid, but later he was afraid that calling him by his name would trigger a reaction. The witch became curious, and the magic patterns in her body whirled and disappeared. She peered attentively for a long time, but found nothing. She thought for a while and whispered: "I heard that that person is far away in southern Xinjiang, with thousands of rivers and mountains, beyond the reach of a whip, just a breath, this breath..." Somehow, she felt a little weak in her heart, and she didn't know what to say.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, not to mention that Zhou Ji is just a clone of that person. Fortunately, he broke free from the shackles, revived his body, restarted his life, and got to where he is today step by step. However, he has to compete with the real owner face to face for priority. , but he didn’t even dare to think about it. But since he has joined Gaya's sect, he can only listen to his driving. If he is asked to practice magic skills, then practice magic skills. If he is asked to go into the abyss to fight, then go into the abyss to fight. Zhou Ji has thought about it countless times. Gaya is very worried. In a big game of chess, he is just a pawn in the chess game. He is not strong enough and can only follow the advice, not strong enough to control his own destiny.
However, he still had the last and only way to retreat. When it didn't work, he would return to that person and become a clone with all his heart, working hard and without complaint. After all, he still has some confidence in his own strength.
Zhou Ji kept walking, climbing over the mountains in the wind and snow. In no time, he came to a cave. Two black pines on the left and right were like gods. The cave was so dark that it was hard to see clearly, and there was a fishy and rotten smell. breath. Listening carefully, there were heavy and disordered breathing deep in the cave, the sound of spitting blood, and the clanking of iron chains. Zhou Ji frowned unconsciously, guessing the identity of the other party, coughed lightly, and stepped forward. Step into the cave.
With his eyes filled with demonic energy, Zhou Ji slowly walked seven or eight steps, turned a corner, and saw a monkey's head lying on the stone, with a bloody hole in his chest, and his heart seemed to have been gouged out. The body and limbs were wrapped with iron chains, and the iron rods pierced the muscles and bones and penetrated into the organs. It turned out... that man's aura was actually left in the body of an iron monkey!
Zhou Ji had never seen this monkey before. That day in the Golden Mother Cave, the golden talisman broke through the stubborn iron and enlightened the iron monkey. He had already escaped from heaven and hid in the demon world. Except for the ancient Buddha Gaya and the demon lord Bo Xun, no one else His whereabouts are known. However, when he saw this monkey for the first time, he felt a sense of closeness in his heart, as if companions who had been separated from each other for a long time were reunited and felt like old friends at the first sight.
Iron Monkey sensed this, so he opened his eyelids with great effort and glanced at him. His hands and feet were trembling, the iron chains were clanking, and he was very excited.
