Chapter 553： Closing

At this time, the sea of ​​​​red flames also collapsed, revealing the figure of Wang Changsheng.

The clothes on his body were tattered, and the exposed skin was charred black, exuding a burnt smell.

A powerful hurricane hit, targeting Wang Changsheng.

Before the hurricane could get close, hundreds of giant wind blades flew out, and the overwhelming lasing came, blocking Wang Changsheng's retreat.

Wang Changsheng's complexion changed slightly, and when Fa Jue was pinched, a large piece of white mist spewed out of the bottle, which turned into a white ice shield and blocked it in front of him.

Boom!

The ice shield was shattered by the dense wind.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, be careful."

Huang Fugui's voice suddenly sounded in Wang Changsheng's ears.

A gust of breeze blew, and a young man in a blue shirt with a pair of blue wings appeared behind Wang Changsheng, his eyes gloomy.

He held a cyan sickle in each hand and struck at Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng hurriedly avoided, but his reaction was still a step slow. He was hit by a claw on the back, and an unbearable pain struck.

There were five long bloodstains on his back, and the blood flowed non-stop.

The young man in green shirt has six levels of cultivation, three levels higher than Wang Changsheng.

"He's my prey, go away."

Fang Mu flew over, holding a black flag in his hand, and a little zombie in armor followed behind him.

"Your opponent is me, kill me and then deal with others."

Fang Mu said coldly, the black flag in his hand swayed gently, the gloomy wind burst, the sound of ghosts and wolves howling loudly, a large black mist flew out from it, and ghosts appeared inside.

The little zombie let out a strange roar, turning into a black light and rushing towards the blue-robed youth.

The cyan sickle in the hands of the young man in the cyan shirt waved gently, and a large cyan blade shadow flew out and slashed on the body of the little zombie, even the armor on its body could not be cut off.

A giant thunderball the size of a house smashed into the blue-shirted youth, followed by five huge white ice dragons. Wang Changsheng swung his wishful black jade stick and smashed at the blue-shirted youth.

Jiuqu Divine Sand turned into a yellow sand scorpion, and pounced on the blue-shirted youth with open teeth and claws.

The young man in green robes raised his head to the sky and howled, and let out a sharp roar. A dozen or so third-order demon birds rushed towards Wang Changsheng and Fang Mu respectively.

Wang Changsheng frowned slightly, waving the Ruyi Mysterious Jade Stick, not letting the demon beast get close.

Fang Mu sacrificed a blood-colored gourd the size of a slap, which instantly swelled, with a ferocious blood-colored corpse engraved on the surface.

Once the demon bird touched the blood-colored fog, a burst of blue smoke suddenly appeared, and it quickly fell from the sky. Before it hit the ground, it turned into a pool of blood, which was surprisingly toxic.

This blood corpse gourd is made of a variety of third-order materials. It contains the blood essence of many third-order monsters. It is specially used to corrode magic treasures. Poor, the blood gourd is the treasure of the three major sects of the Yin corpse sect.

The little zombie arrived in front of the blue-shirted youth, waved his hands, and dense black filaments flew out, hitting the blue-shirted youth.

The blue-shirted youth waved the cyan sickle in his hand and released a large cyan blade shadow. The cyan blade shadow couldn't cut the black filament, but only blocked the black filament.

The five white ice dragons also arrived in front of him, and the wings on the back of the young man in the blue shirt flapped fiercely, and a large blue wind blade flew out, smashing the five white ice dragons, unable to get close to the young man in blue shirt.

The void above his head fluctuated together, and a huge blue palm suddenly appeared and was quickly photographed.

The blue-shirted youth flapped his wings on his back, his body quickly retreated, and the huge blue palm slammed into the air, but a black light lasing came, the blue-shirted youth couldn't dodge in time, his left shoulder was hit by the black light, and the blood flowed non-stop.

A thick white beam of light shot out, passing by the young man in blue shirt, whose left arm quickly froze.

A black grimace, more than ten feet in size, rushed towards him, and the surface of the grimace was filled with a large number of ghosts, which was threatening.

The face of the young man in green shirt changed, the wings on his back flapped fiercely, and a gust of wind flew out, blowing the black grimace out.

A jet-black spear struck, and the cyan sickle in the hands of the young man in the blue shirt hurriedly slashed forward, and a large cyan sword shadow flew out and slashed on the black spear.

I don't know what the black spear was, it suddenly burst open and turned into a large black filament, entangling the body of the young man in blue shirt.

The little zombie's eyes lit up, and he quickly pounced on the blue-shirted youth.

The young man's face changed greatly, he opened his mouth and spewed out an air gun, hitting the little zombie's armor, leaving only a faint white mark.

The hands of the young man in the blue shirt were tied tightly. He was so powerful that he couldn't break free from the shackles of the black filaments. Two cyan sickles flew out of their hands and submerged in the sea of ​​​​fire, with two muffled sounds.

Soon, the little zombie rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire, and instantly arrived in front of the young man in blue shirt. It grabbed the young man in blue shirt by the shoulders with its hands, opened its mouth to reveal a pair of sharp fangs, and bit the young man in blue shirt on the neck.

A shrill man screamed, and the young man's body turned into a mummified corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Changsheng looked at the little zombie with a look of dread. In his impression, zombies would not release spells, so they would spray corpse fire, but this little zombie could release certain spells, and its body was difficult to use. Hurt, Wang Changsheng would have nothing to do with the little zombies.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, vaguely mixed with screams.

Wang Changsheng turned his head and looked around, his brows furrowed.

The demon clan was simply a lunatic. They couldn't beat the human race immortal cultivators, so they directed a large number of third-order demon birds to expose themselves, causing heavy damage to the cultivators of the pill.

Jiedan cultivator never imagined that the demon clan would be so crazy, and he suffered heavy casualties for a while.

A deafening roar sounded from the sky, and a huge red sun collided with a huge golden sun.

"All stop, all stop."

The six Nascent Soul cultivators descended from the sky, their faces pale, and the five Nascent Soul stage demons also descended from the sky.

Wang Changsheng noticed that more than 20 people were killed or injured on his own side, and the demon clan was not good. Not the target of the demon clan.

"Beat it! We can afford it, but it's a big deal."

A black-shirted youth with a big shoulder and a round waist grinned, his eyes full of cold light.

When the cultivators heard this, their expressions were different, and some people showed fear in their eyes.

"Hmph, it's as if we're afraid of you, can you scare us by exposing yourself to some third-order demon beasts?"

Fang Sizhe sneered Of course he wouldn't be frightened by the demon clan.

"It's no good for anyone to continue to fight to the death. After all, we are all under orders, so why fight to the death!"

Fang Sizhe disapproved and sneered, "How many resources have you plundered from us? How many immortal cultivators have you killed? Now you want to slap the **** and leave? Is there such a cheap thing?"

"Then what do you want? Keep fighting? Come on then!"

The black-shirted youth looked indifferent and didn't care.

Fang Sizhe's six Yuanying cultivators communicated through voice transmission. They bargained with the demon clan in the Yuanying period, and finally decided to let the cultivator Jiedan fight to the death and settle the battle.

If the Human Race wins, the Monster Race will let out a territory of 500,000 miles. If the Monster Race wins, the Human Race cannot continue to pursue.

The land of 500,000 miles seems to be a lot, but in fact it is less than 1% of the demon clan. That being said, it is hard to say whether the demon clan or the human clan will go back on it.

Wang Changsheng's cultivation base was too low, so he was naturally not qualified to fight. Fang Mu and Taoist Ziyang both fought.

In ten battles, the human race was lucky enough to win six battles. Fang Mu's performance was the most eye-catching. With his fourth-level cultivation base and a corpse king, he killed a six-level half-demon, but Fang Mu did not. He was also hit hard, and the little zombie was also injured.

The demon race won four games, but the human race also paid a heavy price. If the half-demon couldn't beat the human race cultivators, they would expose themselves.

This suicidal fighting method made the immortal cultivators present shudder.