Chapter 942

When Fang Jie saw Yang Jian, Yang Jian squatted on a coffin like a bloodthirsty and hungry beast, holding a body still sitting cross legged in his hand. He tilted his head and bit on the neck of the body. A lot of blood flowed down the neck of the body, while Yang Jian looked at Fang Jie with a very complex look.

Alert, proud.

There are other things in it, but Fang Xie has no mind to take care of them.

Without another word, he took a deep breath, then lifted the Chaolu knife, about 30 meters away from Yang Jian, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and cut it down. Even Fang Xie didn't expect that he could chop such a knife at this moment. Fang Xie knew that his body had reached its limit. When he cut this knife, he felt very helpless and sad.

He wanted to cut this knife, but it was just a spirit of fighting.

This knife may not hurt Yang Jian so far away.

However, when Fang Xie cut the knife, he found that his body suddenly changed. Extremely tired, at this time, if he falls down and wants to stand up again, it must be very difficult. It was in such a situation that there was a strange tumbling feeling in his lower abdomen.

Fang Xie had no time and energy to experience the changes in his lower abdomen. He just felt that this knife was unusual.

power

A kind of power derived from Dantian Qihai in his lower abdomen.

The knife Qi evaporated from Chaolu's knife and cut straight to Yang Jian squatting on the coffin.

Yang Jian had disdain and contempt in his eyes, but when he found that there was a strange power on Fang Xie's knife, his eyes immediately changed. He didn't think there was any strength left in the solution at this time, because he had almost run out of oil and the lamp was dry.

The knife Qi came in a flash, and some careless Yang Jian reacted a little later. He had to turn out to one side, and some fell to one side, but he refused to loosen the body in his hand. Speaking of it, Yang Jian doesn't know who he is now taking blood. He is his grandson.

He has no feelings for family affection. Relatively speaking, the feeling of the corpse held by his opponent seems to be more food.

No, it's pure food.

Dao Qi split the cast coffin, and the straight Dao Qi didn't stop, leaving a deep mark on the opposite wall.

"It really opened my eyes."

Yang Jian swallowed the last mouthful of blood and felt the vitality returning to his body. His mood became better. He threw away the shriveled body and didn't want to look at it again.

"From Jiangnan to Chang'an, how much energy is hidden in your body? No wonder I heard that Luo Yao and King lunming are very interested in your body. Before they die, they all chose to go to you to try to replace your body. I have to say that with your strength now, even I am interested in your body. I knew I should ask Da Zi how to replace your body first ... if I knew what to do, I wouldn't have to live on this blood. "

"By what, you're a monster."

Fang Xie strode forward and cut out a knife again.

Yang Jian threw out an internal strength, which gave full play to the cultivation of the way of armor. That internal strength formed a strong huge shield in the air.

The sword Qi collided with the giant shield. After holding on for a moment, the giant shield like iron was wrapped by a cold force. The cold force was extreme, and the internal strength of the giant shield was frozen in an instant. The internal strength was broken when the sword Qi collided! This is a very strange scene. The internal strength is frozen and broken?

If you don't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

"Fire can burn internal strength, ice can freeze internal strength... Fang Xie, what's strange in your body? I even want to capture you alive and leave your body until I find a way to replace the flesh."

"Just as you seal up the bodies of your descendants?"

Fang Xie pointed to the withered body on the ground.

"That's not my way, that's the way of the stars!"

Yang Jian was angered by Fang Jie's words: "the culprit is wanxingchen, not me! Why do you all worship him as a saint, but treat me as a monster?! everything I am now is caused by wanxingchen! You hate me, you might as well hate him! At the beginning, I mentioned this idea, but he was the implementer, not me!"

"Master Wan will regret it."

Fang Xie said, "he wanted to make the devil in your heart feel guilty and remorse in such a way. He was wrong. He didn't understand that the devil won't feel guilty and remorse."

When Fang Xie spoke, he cut at least ten knives.

Yang Jian picked up while talking. Although the blood was not fresh, it was no different from a panacea for his body to recover its vitality. At this time, he can find that powerful feeling again.

However, the more fighting like this, the more unfavorable it seems to him.

Because the internal strength of Fang Xie can consume his internal strength.

The Qi pulse power of Fang Xie can destroy other people's internal strength. In other words, the internal strength consumed by Yang Jian's every shot can't be recovered. Fang Xie's fire and Fang Xie's ice smashed the cultivation power he used every time.

"See if you insist for a long time or I insist for a long time!"

The furious Yang jianmeng pushed his hands forward. In front of him, a armor breaking cone transformed by internal strength suddenly appeared. As his palm pushed forward, thousands of internal force armor breaking cones rushed to the solution like a rainstorm.

Fang Xie's eyes were fierce.

At this moment, his eyes turned red unconsciously.

Weird red.

As his eyes changed color, a golden flame appeared around his body, wrapped him tightly in it, and Fang Xie rushed forward a little, without dodging the dense armor piercing cone. The inner strength armor piercing cone hit the golden flame outside his body, just as the rain fell on the red iron plate, and quickly disappeared.

The rain is dense, and the hot iron plate will be cooled.

But Fang Xie is not an iron plate after all. The fire wantonly burns the enemy's internal strength.

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Western Grassland

Big snow mountain

Dalun Temple

Dalun Mingwang Hall

When the man in white saw what appeared in front of him, there was no fear in his eyes, but a relief. He looked at the dense crowd standing in the hall of King Dalun Ming and raised a contemptuous smile on the corners of his mouth. If others saw what happened in the hall, he might be paralyzed by direct fear, but he seemed to be relieved to find the answer.

instant

His eyes turned red.

Bright red that makes people feel painful.

Redder than blood.

He doesn't know, neither does Fang Xie.

At the same time and in different places, when two people face different enemies, their eyes turn red. The difference is that the man in white knows what the red eyes are and he took the initiative to use them. Fang Xie, after removing the mark left by Luo Yao in his body, the red eyes have not appeared for a long time.

If Fang Xie knew, he might immediately know the identity of the man in white.

"I always thought you really existed like God, but that's all."

The golden flame was like a raging sea, churning in the hall of the great wheel Ming king. Those people in the hall were swallowed up by the fire waves, and many people were burned to ashes before they could even resist. The eyes of the man in white are burning, and the hall is also burning. He stepped into the hall and walked through the sea of fire.

"Am I not God?"

Deep in the hall, someone answered.

The voice was so strange, as if it came from the depths of the earth. Although the sound was not cold, it seemed a little different. There is no emotion, and the tone is monotonous, as if it was not sent by people. Although the voice seems to reveal some efforts to make the voice emotional, it is obvious that he has not succeeded.

"I've transformed half the world. I'm not a God? Who is it? You are? Even you are just something I transformed. Do you think you're really the only thing in the world? At most, you're just the most successful thing I've made. I haven't made a second one as successful as you for more than a thousand years."

The voice seems to be deliberately trying to use a tone similar to sarcasm, but it still seems so stiff.

"Don't you ordinary people always think that there is a God in this world? When you are lucky to find that there is a God, why doubt it?"

The sound floated in the sea of fire and could not tell which direction it came from.

The man in white completely ignored those who rushed at him in the sea of fire. Those people were like mole ants in his golden flame.

"These things are really bad."

The man in white looked at him and fell down beside him. Before he could make an attack, he was swallowed by the fire, and then unwilling to fall down, his face looked at him and gradually disappeared into the fire. It's a perfect face. There's no flaw in it.

A free face.

"These things are terrible when you make them. Although they look the same as big freedom, their accomplishments are too low. Only by letting such things go out and constantly fighting with people, can they gradually improve their accomplishments?"

Asked the man in white.

"You're smart."

His voice said coldly: "if I had known you were so smart, maybe I would have changed someone. King lunming was more stupid and obedient than you, so I replaced you with him. But I didn't expect that such a arrogant person as you would cheat king lunming by pretending to be dead."

The man in white shook his head: "I don't die because of good luck."

The people in the hall were burned clean, and there was an empty space in front of the man in white.

"But it just proves that you are not God."

He suddenly smiled: "if you were a God, how could you hide here? You already knew I was still alive and then killed me. Now I even doubt that you are not a God, or even a person at all. I want to see more and more clearly what you are."

"I am God! I control half the world!"

The voice finally had some people's feelings, that was anger.

"Half the world?"

The man in white laughed: "that's why the Central Plains and western regions are the world of practitioners, while on the other side of the sea is the world of firearms. I really didn't want to understand why there are two different developments in a world before I came here. When I came here, I suddenly understood."

"Maybe... You're a poor self deceiver."

He said.

"Poor?"

The voice became more and more angry: "No one can talk to me like this! I witnessed the emergence of people and slowly became the king of all things. You can't think how long I have lived! Firearms... It's just something that doesn't enter the stream. The really powerful thing is the human body! I thought of these, I created these! If I didn't have you, I made you!"

"Yes, it's you."

The man in White said slowly: "But you did it because you were selfish. What did you try to change through the emergence of practitioners? You think this is the ideal world. Maybe you chose this because you think it poses the least threat to you. The more you emphasize how powerful you are, the more I think you are always resisting something. Since there is resistance, it means you are afraid Fear. "

"I'm afraid?"

The voice is as sharp as deliberately raised, but it is still very awkward.

"I've dominated half the world for so many years. What makes me afraid?"

After a moment of silence, the man in white slowly breathed out: "death... This is the only answer I think of. No matter how long you exist, no matter how strong you are, this is your fear. What you change is what you fear. Ordinary people are very weak, but what you fear is ordinary people."

He looked deep into the hall and said, "you're scared."