Fighting alone, the Tibetan soldiers are not afraid of the generals, but at this moment, when he was deep in the enemy's camp, and the demons were dancing wildly, he had no time to use his methods to deal with it calmly. For a moment, his eyes flashed fiercely, arousing his thoughts, and there was a soft "pop" sound, and his head A ball of pure blue sky-burning fire rose from the top, and thousands of blood shadows suddenly stopped, hanging in the air one by one, like candles in the wind, swaying unsteadily. Fan Bashan was greatly surprised. The generals in the town were all using their magical powers to change everything. He knew most of it, but the change of blood energy illuminated by a ball of green fire above his head was something he had never heard of or seen before. Although he looked a bit stupid, in the end, It is a real method.
The Tibetan Army General was sitting on the one-horned Wu Yanzhao, his arms transformed into multiple phantoms, and his eight-edged armor-piercing spear puffed and retracted, killing more than ten generals in an instant, and bursting into clouds of blood mist, leaving no trace of their corpses. Fan Bashan stood still on his heels, appeared and looked up, the blood all over his body was rolling, and the blood shadows flew back like an arrow from the bow string, and were taken into the body one by one. However, the more than a hundred blood shadows illuminated by the sky-burning fire, He actually refused to listen to the call and refused to go away. The Tibetan Soldier General groaned, took a deep breath, and inhaled all the remaining blood shadow and blood mist into his nose. The sky-burning fire then sank into the top of his skull, sweeping away all the blood and energy, leaving not a drop left.
The fire that burns the sky appears and disappears, consuming a huge amount of blood and energy, and the gain outweighs the loss. The Tibetan soldiers know that they have encountered a powerful enemy, their eyes are full of blood, and they circle the one-horned black smoke and kill them first. Fan Bashan was unwilling to fight with him head-on. He turned into a bloody shadow, fluctuating between reality and reality, holding the opponent back. The army under his command surrounded him, crushing them layer by layer like a millstone. The situation suddenly repeated. .
The Tibetan Army General has not been in the world for a long time, and the quality of the soldiers is not as good as Fan Bashan's powerful army. Once it encounters a setback, the army will collapse in an instant, and the iron-blooded vitality will plummet. While fighting hard, Fan Bashan suddenly retreated several feet and hid among thousands of troops. Like a drop of water blending into the river, he disappeared without a trace. Where he had stood a few breaths ago, the frozen soil suddenly cracked and black smoke billowed into the sky. Wu Zhao made a sneak attack and jumped into the air. The next moment, more than a hundred blood shadows poured out from the chaotic army, suddenly merged into one, and punched him in the lower back.
The blood energy is like a great tonic. Wu Zhao refused to evade and received the punch forcefully. Unexpectedly, the blood energy condensed and did not disperse at all. The force of the punch penetrated into the body like a sharp blade. He couldn't help but scream, and his body followed. It turned into black smoke and rose into the sky. Fan Bashan succeeded with one blow, but he could not escape easily. The blood shadows swarmed out again, hiding their true bodies in them, waiting for the opportunity to kill.
The general of Zangbingzhen took a breath. Only half of his troops and horses were left, and they were fighting bloody battles. He did not hesitate to abandon Wuzhao and gather the remaining troops to fight out of the encirclement without wasting any more unnecessary consumption. Wu Zhao secretly groaned in his stomach, working together under the master to make a living, and fighting side by side through Shan Tao, the Lord of the South. He originally thought he had a bit of love, but he didn't expect that guy to be so ruthless and cold... The enemy was facing the enemy, and he thought with regret. As it passed by, Wu Zhao used his magical power, and the black smoke turned into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into thousands, dancing wildly in the sky, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.
Wu Zhaokong had the intention of escaping, but could not stop him. Fan Bashan didn't do anything wrong, and the blood shadows were everywhere, extinguishing the black smoke one by one, and then crashed into the general's body, occupying the body and using his fingers like an arm, The reorganized army surrounded them from behind. Fan Bashan took over the army, with a thought in his mind, the influence of blood should be like a god, the troops gathered into a fist, reborn, with thunderous momentum, defeated the monsters and foreign objects one after another, and went straight to Fan Yu.
This is the true face of a bloody battle. Two armies are fighting openly and openly. Individual bravery can only create a small wave and cannot affect the overall situation. Unless the true form of the Lord of the Abyss comes, by chance, or there is a blow that can determine the outcome. In Fan Bashan's heart, the people who hide their troops in vain are just a piece of loose sand, bringing humiliation to themselves. Only the army of monsters commanded by Fan Gu is barely worth looking at.
However, the battle outside Fengping Valley is just a sideshow in the final analysis, and the real victory or defeat will fall within Fengping Valley. Fan Bashan looked up while he was busy, and saw the Nine Miasma Beast King stepping on the miasma, escaping through the air towards Fengping Valley. There was a person hunched over on his back, and his breath was vague and vague. This was not the first time he had seen this person. He appeared in the Hundred Years Valley, then the Tibetan Soldier Cave, and now the Fengping Valley. He soared into the sky. Fan Weiruo could not hold him down, and thousands of troops fought. Even if he wins, it won't help.
The army came out in full force. The Fengping Valley was empty and deserted. Not even a human figure could be seen. Fan Wei was concentrating on controlling his blood energy. Suddenly, his heart and liver trembled. His bloody hand gave away a gap. The thing took the opportunity to tear open a crack and swept away less than half of his blood energy. Fell into the crypt again. Fan Wei straightened his body, his chest filled with anger. He slowly turned his head to glare at the person, his face muscles twitched, and he said with a ferocious smile: "So it's you!"
The Nine Miasma Beast King couldn't bear the wrath of the Lord of the West and stayed aside obediently. Wei Shiqi seemed oblivious and cast his gaze on the thirty-six blood relics on the bluestone. The three hearts in his chest seemed to be sensing something and were beating a little disorderly. . Fan Wei didn't know what the thing under the cave was, but he made a close guess. They responded with the same voice and prayed for each other. The blood relic summoned the blood relic. The thing Fan Wei sought was an unrefined The blood relics retain the next "raw stone" of pure Buddha nature.
Tao begets one, life is two, two begets three, and three begets all things. He is bound to get this blood relic, even if he tears his face and kills Fan Wei, he will not hesitate. Wei Shiqi pointed to the crypt and said quietly: "I have taken this thing. If you retreat, you can avoid a fight."
He knew how precious this thing was and came to snatch it in person. Fan Wei had to admit that the other party was indeed qualified to say this, but how could he let it go so easily. The weak eats the strong, and the winner is king. This is the iron law of the abyss. Playing with words will not help. Fan Wei waved his hands to collect the blood relics, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and slowly stretched out eight tentacles from his back, secretly activating the Destruction Eyes. The left eye sunk deeply into the skull and swelled in size. The pupil was filled with blood and gathered in one place, flashing fiercely, ready to strike.
Wei Shiqi did not hesitate to sacrifice the Immortal Killing Talisman, and seven layers of light appeared behind his head. The golden light continued to flow, and three hearts beat powerfully in his chest. In a trance, a devastated and incomplete Buddhist kingdom came to the world. , moved a radius of a hundred feet into the present world, with the ancient Bodhi tree in the southeast, and the two Sara trees in the northwest. Circles of ripples appeared, shadows swaying like water patterns, palaces, sutra pavilions, pagodas, bell towers, monasteries, and gardens. , the sky is full of flowers and the sound of Sanskrit is ethereal.
Fan Wei was shocked. The blood in his body was suppressed by the Buddhist kingdom, and his fighting spirit suddenly became weak. He made a decision immediately, blinked his left eye hard, and shot out a streak of blood from the pupil. It was swept away by the invisible water pattern, which was quite slow. Seventy to eighty percent. Wei Shiqi was determined to try the opponent's method. He pressed down hard with his thumb, and a ray of Buddha's light shot out, impartially, turning the blood light away, and the trace of abyssal will contained in it was also annihilated.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. At the moment when the will of the abyss was annihilated, Guan Guogong felt the same feeling. He staggered out of the void and fell heavily to the ground. A rattling sound. Relying on his two natal blood and possessing strange supernatural powers, he followed Wei Shiqi from a distance to watch the fun, and hid aside to watch the two of them fight. He wanted to take the time to get a bargain and sell it, but Wei Shiqi didn't expect it. When he took action, he activated the blood relics, summoned the Buddha Kingdom to destroy the will of the abyss, and the energy pulled him, forcing him out of the void.
The will of the abyss gathered in Fan Yu's left eye, and the will of the abyss in the pearl between Guan Guogong's brows, come from the same source, like twin flowers. Wei Shiqi led a ray of Buddha's light, destroying the other, and destroying this, controlling life and death. How can he not be afraid of human hands?
