"Bang bang..."

Fang Xing, who was swinging from the air, was like a demon god, waving his six arms, like opening his teeth, like dancing claws, and blasting the black giant sword in his hand, smashing the big gun that the little dragon king of Canglan Sea stabbed into his face. Then, with his second hand, he swung the big stick of water and fire borrowed from Kongkong'er's hand, and smashed it with one stick, and the water and fire collapsed. The vast power had shaken a fire python driven by Senior Brother He...

The third one holds the Blood Drinking Mad Sword, which is also a semi-divine artifact from the Xuan Realm. It is crazy when touching blood, which can lead to thousands of blood lights. It is extremely bloody and cold. The more blood is contaminated with blood, the stronger its power is. It is most suitable for fighting on the battlefield. However, Fang practiced the nameless skills taught by the Black Giant Sword, and used the Black Giant Sword as a weapon. He kept collecting weapons like the Blood Drinking Mad Sword.

The dance knife was like a blood fan, which shook off the three ancient swords that Taishi Chi'er had two horses, and at the same time, it shook off the snake king's daughter and Wuyingshan Daozi around Taishi Chi'er. Then, in the fourth hand, he held the golden halberd borrowed from the hands of Xiaopeng King, and roared through the void, shattering the lower body of the Ziwu Lake Daozi who was trying his best to attack him, sprinkling a bloody rain.

That's not all. The four weapons danced like wheels, shaking and pressing the four directions, but they still left two hands to form seals.

"Yin and Yang Grinding Steel!"

As the dark thunder surged, the yin and yang energy reversed, and once again formed the yin and yang grinding that overthrew the universe in front of the body.

Boom! Boom boom!

It seemed as if a piece of the sky was broken, with the demon shadow as the center, a void visible to the naked eye was sunk around him. Then it was annihilated at a high speed and then suddenly spread out to the surroundings. The storm that was so strong that it could shave the meteorites swept towards all the demons around him. It was almost as difficult to resist as divine light. Those with low cultivation, those who were injured, even needed to support spells to barely resist.

For a moment, there was no one or two stones around Fang Xing's body, and he swept out a void.

The demon cultivator around him was shocked by him at the same time, except for one person.

Zhou Xianjue, a bald monk in Shenzhou, had his magical artifact, Iron Lotus, and most of his strength was ruined. During this siege, he could only hold a single sword and possibly cut out a evil spirit to put pressure on Fang Xing. There was no doubt that the evil spirit was directly erased by Fang Xing's yin and yang grinding, and then the divine light recoiled, and he flew out like a kite...

But just as soon as he flew out less than three feet, he stopped.

Because at this moment, Fang Xing rushed up directly, and one of his hands grabbed his clothes with his chest.

"Bald, you called him fiercely just now... This time, will you have another substitute?"

Fang Xing looked straight at his head. All three strange eyes looked at him with malicious intentions, and then the blood drank and the wind blew.

"No... Senior Brother He saved me..."

After Fang Xing chopped his head with a knife, Zhou Xianjue was actually scared out of fear. It was because he was scared out of fear that he seemed extremely violent and ferocious in the siege behind him. This was undoubtedly a move he used to hide his panic. At this time, Fang Xing grabbed the velvet and leaned against the three-headed and six-armed little devil at such a close distance, which made him feel so scared that his heart was cold.

What kind of dignity and face, how can life be important?

His heart was twitching like a handful of pulling, and Zhou Xianjue subconsciously opened his mouth to call for help.

And the senior brother He, who was not far away, really changed his face. As the leader of the envoy of Shenzhou and himself was Zhou Xianjue's senior brother, he naturally would not let Zhou Xianjue be killed. However, the blood talisman of the substitute was not just a master. The first time, he was prepared and naturally had time. But this time, Fang Xing took action too quickly. Before he could do it, he grabbed Zhou Xianjue, and then saw that the little devil's black giant sword had already swung. Senior brother He shouted and rushed out with both magic casts.

"Boom!"

He pinched the seal with both hands, and golden giant swords appeared at his fingertips, slashing straight towards Fang Xing's arm.

He wanted to separate Fang Xing and Zhou Xianjue with one sword!

Unfortunately, Fang Xing had six arms at this time, with golden halberds and water and fire sticks, and at the same time, smashing Senior Brother He's magic attack, while the black giant sword kept slashing out. With a "puff", a very big bald head roared and flew up. Unlike the last time when there was no blood in the neck cavity, this time a blood fountain spurted into the air, just like a bloody firework.

"Swoosh..."

Fang Xing captured the other hand and took Zhou Xianjue's head that flew in the air into his hand.

"Don't...don't kill me...I'm really just...testing you...no evil...malice..."

His body and head are different, but his cultivation level of the Golden Pill is extraordinary after all. Zhou Xianjue has not died for a while and it is difficult to transmit his voice.

"Okay, if I can take my punch, I believe you!"

Fang Xinghui simply replied, and punched him out with his fifth hand, as if he had smashed a rotten watermelon.

In this case, how can Zhou Xianjue get rid of it?

Fang Xing's punch was wiped out by Fang Xing's punch.

Until death, he had no confidence in dying, so before he died, he had no chance to self-destruct.

"Little Devil, if you dare to kill my monk in Shenzhou, I will suppress your soul!"

Senior Brother He was already furious at this time, his eyes were so bitter that he rushed forward again, his magical powers were revealed, and he roared like a mountain.

"I hate you guys who take the initiative to provoke me, I will kill the other one!"

Fang Xing laughed loudly and kicked Zhou Xianjue's headless body towards Senior Brother He with one kick. He rolled his wings behind him, and his body rushed to another direction again. At the same time, he killed Zhou Xianjue, and the golden elixir in the consciousness world had suddenly changed. When he was besieged by the nine demons, nine evil spirits were entangled on the golden elixir. After killing Zhou Xianjue, the murderous aura surrounding the golden elixir had been reduced. For him at this time, it seemed that there was a chain missing on his body, and his body suddenly became full of energy and flew around him...

call out!

Above his head, a golden elixir as dazzling as the scorching sun appeared, and he swung around the air, and the elixir was shining brightly.

"The second turn of the golden elixir...he actually broke through the realm at this time?"

Someone screamed in disbelief. It was almost impossible to imagine the scene in front of him.

Although it is only a major improvement like the first transformation of the Golden Pill to the second transformation, rather than entering the middle stage of the Golden Pill in the early stage, it is still amazing.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fang Xing also noticed that he had directly entered the second turn of the Golden Pill. He laughed loudly: "Old Fusang did not lie to me. He built the foundation and cultivated the physical body, refined the soul of the Golden Pill, and comprehended the mysterious Taoist method. Jin Realm seemed to be killing people..." With a laugh, he looked up at the people around him: "When the great killing technique was first completed, the soul and body were free. Kill one person, and then rise to one realm... Kill the nine sons. I will transform into the Nascent Soul!"

Kill one person, advance to another level, kill nine sons, and transform into the Yuanying!

A loud shout was so scared that the demons changed their faces. Even people like Xiaolong King and Senior Brother Shenzhou He were shocked for a moment.

Whether the improvement of the golden elixir is difficult or not, half of it is accumulation, half of it is meditative. Once you have accumulated, you will naturally improve rapidly, but if you cannot understand it, or if you do not accumulate enough, you will be stuck in a certain realm, and this card may be a lifetime.

People or demon cultivators who have entered the realm of Golden Pills, as long as the elixir is not bad, there will be fewer turning one or even three turning ones of the golden elixir. Generally, after forming the golden elixir, strike while the iron is hot, and stay in seclusion for a few years to understand the truth. And practice magic according to the methods in your own elixir, and often make rapid progress in a few years, several levels of progress, and even break the realm.

For example, after forming the golden elixir, Fox Fairy Ji and Ziwuhu Daozi both had a long retreat. This retreat was to familiarize themselves with and understand the methods contained in their elixirs, practice magic, and then improve their cultivation.

Fox Fairy Ji formed a pill ten years ago, and then went into seclusion for three years. When she left the seclusion, she had already had five transformations of the Golden Pill. After that, she began to take over the Qingqiu Mountain affairs and learn the techniques of vertical and horizontal principles. For seven consecutive years, she had not yet advanced to the next level. However, Ziwu Lake Daozi formed a pill seven years ago, and then went into seclusion for seclusion. Not long ago, she had just left the seclusion, and this time she came out of seclusion, which was already the sixth transformation of the Golden Pill, and half into the late stage.

The reason is also very simple. Those with high elixirs have accumulated a lot of accumulation during the foundation building realm. After forming the elixir, you only need to understand the methods in the elixir. The accumulations you have done will naturally make them rapidly improve their cultivation for a period of time. Only those who have no accumulation during the foundation building realm and have barely formed elixirs and have insufficient accumulation will follow the steps and gradually improve.

And Fang Xing, on the surface, belongs to the latter.

In the eyes of others, he was almost useless except for his strong body, with low alchemy and low realm, which was very similar to the casual cultivator who barely formed pills but was unable to continue to retreat and improve his realm. However, in fact, his accumulation was much richer than that of the Taoist figures of these demon clans, but his pill practice path was destined to be different from other practitioners.

For Fang Xing, even the influence of his realm on his strength is not very important.

At least, he and himself who had turned the Golden Pill three times had not improved drastically in his strength.

His accumulation is far from realizing his potential at this time.

If he chooses to retreat, he will probably not be able to get out of it for less than ten or twenty years, and this is still with a very high understanding.

Moreover, even if he has a high understanding and is closed, he may not be able to tap all his potential.

It is precisely because of this that the old monster Genbo, who had lived for a long time, pointed out a clear path for Fang Xing, which was to use war as the barrier.

This battle was not only a process of practicing the great art of killing and raising the potential of the body, but also his retreat journey.

In this battle of betting on his life and death, every move has led his luck. It is precisely because of this that the murderous intent and evil aura on the nine demons' bodies are connected with his luck and entangled with each other, like shackles that have strangled Fang Xing's soul. Whenever he has mastered the great killing technique, he will break one of the shackles on his body, and the power of the soul rebounds, and his cultivation will increase one level. If he really has the ability to kill the nine sons in a row, his soul will be free and his physical potential will be fully revealed. It is possible that he will turn into a perfect and transform into a Nascent Soul.

Strictly speaking, this is a great fortune than the great art of killing itself. This time, it is once a lifetime, but it is also extremely dangerous. It can be said that the benefits are proportional to the risks. Many of these joints were carefully considered in that month, because they were too mysterious and dangerous, even Fang Xing dared not believe it.

Fortunately, Fang Xing was not stupid either. He knew that Genbo was indeed extraordinary, so after thinking about it, he still did this.

Then after killing the bald man Zhou Xianjue, he suddenly realized that this was true.
Chapter completed!