Chapter 90

Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng are cold and murderous.

When they learned that Fang Xuan was going to the border, an idea came to mind.

In front of Fang Xuan, they opened the imperial capital, and their rear feet followed out of the imperial capital.

But different from Fang Xuan, they didn't go to the border, but left the Qin Dynasty. They wanted to go to the Feixian God Dynasty. The enemy of the enemy was naturally a friend. However, when they went around a way to the Feixian God Dynasty camp, they found that Fang Xuan had passed the customs and even reached an amazing deal with the princes.

They decided in their hearts.

This is the place where the two dynasties are at war. The killers staring at them are the supreme hall. The strong will not be too close or even a little far away. That means they have the opportunity to kill Fang Xuan by themselves.

Therefore, Yi Xiaocheng ruthlessly used his own cards to protect his life, which is a magic weapon of hiding.

This magic weapon made them temporarily avoid the perception of the princes. That's why they would suddenly appear and attack Fang Xuan.

"Your arrogance caused the situation of death today."

Yi Xiaocheng's heart is cold.

He didn't say much. The sword in his hand was indestructible. His sword was stained with his blood and became more and more sharp and irresistible.

Zhang Wutong also sacrificed Taoist swords. Sheng lie was better than Yi Xiaocheng.

They are the strong ones in the realm of man and God. Their accomplishments are top in this realm. Even Zhang Wutong is expected to ascend the throne in the next 200 years. He is a rare genius in biyou palace.

A prince and two people broke out in the divine realm, breaking the heaven and earth directly, shaking the void, and space cracks. They were fierce to the extreme, and no one could beat them!

Kuang Chengsi, Yan Wu and others are discolored.

"Hiss!"

Fang Xuan pointed to the sword and pointed to the void.

Boom!

He did it. There were runes around his fingertips. With a simple finger, the rhyme was amazing!

His fingertips had the power of evil spirits. It was the power of complaining about the dark stone. People didn't expect that the suppressed power would appear in another form.

Fang Xuan becomes a devil and assimilates himself with the dark stone of resentment.

He became a demon with red eyes.

It pointed out that the power of blood entrained with resentment dark stone appeared, and the blood turned into demons and ghosts. There were more than 10000, vast and mighty, killing the enemy. It was full of shadow, fascinating and frightening to death

"Styx blood finger!"

Zhang Wutong, Yi Xiaocheng, and even the princes of tianhuozong are dead souls.

They saw the origin of the magic power.

The Styx people, who were annihilated in the long river of years, once dominated the ethnic groups of many times in the Taigu era.

This clan is not the imperial power, but it suppressed many times and fought against the imperial power. All this is due to their ancestor, a very ferocious man, who created many taboo techniques.

One of them is the Styx blood finger.

It's because they don't understand why Fang Xuan wants to kill them when he doesn't want to die. Is it worth it?

This refers to the level of supernatural power, which almost touches the level of emperor and Emperor.

At the same time, the secret behind this finger also makes them palpitation. This is the blood magic. Fang Xuan is a member of the Styx family.

Bang

The void is broken inch by inch, and the crisp sound rippling stimulates this kind of person's eardrum.

Zhang Wutong and Yi Xiaocheng coughed up blood in their mouths. Their blood was boiling all over their bodies. Their skin turned red and became thin in an instant. They fell to the earth and didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

On the other side, the king of tianhuozong wailed.

He suffered most of the power of the Styx River, and his flesh and blood were directly evaporated, and his spirit was boiling independently.

The pain, like a maggot gnawing at flesh and blood, magnified millions of times.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the body of the king of tianhuozong exploded.

A fragile spirit appeared. It was the spirit of the princes. He wailed in pain. No one could help him.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, the Buddha chanted the Buddha's name.

He purified the spirits of the kings of tianhuozong and dispelled the power that he regarded as a nightmare.

The king of tianhuozong did not hesitate to use his life-saving means to escape and disappear in this battlefield

Fang Xuan had no control over the escape of tianhuozong.

He looked at the princes of Tianluo palace, or more accurately, at the Buddha Dharma phase and the broken demon subduing pestle.

"Buddhist Jialan demon subduing pestle... I didn't expect this demon subduing pestle to be here."

Fang Xuan spoke lightly, and his eyes were always emotional.

His eyes fell on the demon subduing pestle, "so is that stubborn bald head going to die..."

"Amitabha."

The Buddha was chanting the Buddha's name. His hands were separated, and his left hand stretched out to Fang Xuan, just as the monkey king was pressed by the Buddha's five finger mountain.

But the big hand stopped when he pressed down, just because Fang Xuan looked at the Buddha!

This is the Buddha's fear of evil.

It's weird.

"You are not a Buddha. If the real Buddha comes, I will be afraid of three points. It's a pity..."

Fang Xuan's indifferent voice sounded.

The suppressed power of the resentment dark stone reappeared on him. The resentment red atomized the devil flame and turned into a great devil with three heads and six arms, green face, tusks and six eyes.

The Buddha's body was shaking, and the pressed palm was taken back.

The devil suppressed the Buddha.

Suddenly, the Buddha held on and turned into a drop of golden light. All the power was swallowed by the devil. The big devil grabbed the Buddha light with six arms and stuffed it into his mouth. The scene was frightening.

"... he can't come, Buddha. He's dead."

Fang Xuan continued his words and looked at the broken Buddha Dharma in front of him.

He raised his hand and the broken demon subduing pestle fell on his palm.

Boom!

There was a roar in the distance.

It's time for a incense stick, and the dry sword rises into the sky.

Seeing this scene, the remaining princes were unwilling, but they had to retreat.

Not to mention Fang Xuan who holds the dryland sword, they say that the current Fang Xuan makes them powerless.

At the moment when the Buddha died, the three princes had retreated.

They retreated with other strong men and the 30000 tianhuozong army.

Every face of Tianhuo sect was frightened and trembled uncontrollably. Even if they went back and were safe, they still trembled constantly.

All dead

Their hands and feet were so cold that they could not hold their weapons and trembled slightly.

In a short time, more than 600000 people were buried in this battlefield.

The war was a nightmare for them, an indelible memory.

There is blood everywhere outside Tianxian City pass, and the bones are all over the earth. None of the earth is good. What is the scene of more than 600000 corpses.

Hell is just that.

Look at all this, look at this battlefield.

It was a great victory.

However, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty did not cheer at all. They looked at all this and the sea of blood.

They stood where they were.

"Won."

"Won."

The soldier's eyes were blurred.

A warrior stooped down and picked up a body.

I can't help it anymore.

He cried and his shoulders twitched.

Tears are flowing down like a river.

"Brother, this... A war... We won... I, I, I... Take you home." he choked, but couldn't take a step.

How he wanted to go back with his brother, not now.

I can't hear the brother who calls him his brother, silly and stupid.

He is not alone in this battlefield. Many people stand for a long time.

They stood where they were, without their previous ferocity, and their eyes were full of tears.

Crying is the cheer of this victory. They dare to cry only when they win. Crying loudly is the biggest prize for them.

This cry is not the voice of the weak today.

"Wuwu..."

The horn of retreating troops came from Tianxian City pass. The horn was so desolate

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