The face of the Demon God of Slits was twisted.

As a god-level strong man, he should have been domineering and high-ranking, but now he is being stepped on by a mortal in his face with such a "open and upright" step.

Humiliation? This word is no longer enough to describe his current mood.

Because, he had been hit by Fang Zhengzhi again and again in the most insulting way, and, in Fang Zhengzhi's eyes, he also saw a kind of disdain.

Or, it is contempt!

A human being in the realm of mortals is despising a god? Such a thing cannot be believed, let alone the demon of the Sky-Splitting Demon, but it is impossible for any demon, demon, or human to believe it.

Just as they still cannot believe why the Demon God of Slits was still stepped on his face by Fang Zhengzhi after he shouted "Die".

"..." The Demon God of Slitting the Sky wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak because his mouth was tightly sealed by a foot.

Why is this happening?

The Demon God of Slits didn't understand. He didn't understand why Fang Zhengzhi knew what he thought, and he was so sure that he would attack from below.

However, these are obviously not important now.

What’s important is that his face really hurts. What’s certain is that Fang Zhengzheng stepped on this foot without reservation, and he was very unrestrained.

"Boom!" The Demon God of Rifting tilted his head, and then his body slammed heavily on a branch of the sacred tree. The huge force directly broke the branches of the sacred tree. Countless leaves and snow-white flowers fell, which was a bit beautiful, but it was a bit miserable.

This is enough to make people scream.

However, for some reason, from Fang Zhengzhi stepping on the Demon God of Slit the Sky to the Demon God of Slit the Sky to the Demon God of Slit the Sky to the Demon God of Slit the Sky to the Demon God of Slit the Tree, the whole process was silent, extremely silence.

Because, both the demon kings and the demon emperor Bai Zhi, including the Saint Tianxu below and Yan Qianli, were obviously shocked by this scene at this moment.

No one wants to believe it, but that's the truth.

Time seemed to be still, until the Demon God of Slits got up again, touched the clear shoe print on his face, and then spat out a heavy mouthful of blood mixed with saliva.

"Fang Zhengzhi, I want to tear you apart and tear you to pieces!!!" A terrifying aura surged out from the body of the Demon God of Slit, and the real aura filled the air, blowing the branches of the sacred tree, making the surrounding space turbulent and uneasy, making crackling sounds.

It can be seen that the Demon God of the Sky is really angry this time.

However, the disdain on Fang Zhengzhi's face still did not hide the slightest. What he disdained was not the strength of the Demon God of Split, but the Demon God of Split actually wanted to sneak attack his crotch?

What a stupid thing!

Just like a classic quote from the Three Kingdoms period in the previous life, would Cao Cao, who was good at cutting off food and grass, not paying attention to his own food and grass? It's ridiculous.

Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously raised his middle finger at the Demon God of Rising Kong, and then cursed in his heart, "Silly!". Then, the scarless sword in his hand tightened slightly, stretched out his tongue, and licked the blood covered with the corners of his mouth.

"Are you afraid?" Fang Zhengzhi asked casually.

"Not afraid." Chi Guyan shook her head.

"You really don't need to be afraid. The person he wants to tear apart is not you."

"Yes." Chi Guyan smiled gently, and her pale face became more and more rosy at this moment, just like the peach blossoms gradually blooming in March.

Very beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful.

Fang Zhengzheng looked at Chi Guyan, and suddenly flashed in his mind the scene when Chi Guyan set up a plan in Nanshan Village to lure him out with a gold ingot.

At that time, he learned about Chi Guyan's identity.

The daughter of the Shenhou Mansion and the princess of the Daxia Dynasty are so noble that her words can determine a person's life and death.

He has always been wondering why Chi Guyan forced him to go up to a high place again and again for the sake of that kick back then?

If I was really caught by Chi Guyan back then, or if I was in danger, told the truth about the picture of all things, and begged to worship the God's Mansion, what would be the result now?

Fang Zhengzhi didn't know, but at this moment, he understood a little that perhaps there was something in this world that could not be described in any words.

"Does it look good?" Chi Guyan suddenly spoke.

"It's good to look good, but it's a little less gentle. If you can follow the three and four virtues, you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen... Cough cough, it's actually good now!" Fang Zhengzhi said halfway through his words, his body trembled, and then a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I feel this way too." Chi Guyan nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the bottom with bright eyes: "Are you guessing that Wu Yuer can hear what we just said?"

"..." Fang Zhengzhi's smile froze. He suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was Chi Guyan, the proud daughter of the heavens, Chi Guyan, who was completely different from Yun Qingwu in his mood and wisdom.

So, have you been fooled again?

Fang Zhengzhi didn't think about it anymore, because the Demon God of Slit had arrived, and rushed towards him and Chi Guyan with endless anger and violent aura.

A powerful man of the god level was ignored.

The Demon God of Slits had never figured out how he was still in the mood to talk to Chi Guyan about whether he was optimistic about such a topic when he was angry.

"What are these two people thinking!"

"Time is so precious." Fang Zhengzhi raised the scarless sword in his hand again, and the strange purple light shone the sky into purple.

People often ask, what would you do when your life is only last quarter of an hour left?

This question has various answers.

And Fang Zhengzheng's answer is...

Talk quietly for a while.

This is Fang Zhengzhi's current state of mind. He didn't know what Chi Guyan was thinking, but when he thought that Chi Guyan could smile so calmly, his state of mind might be much different from him.

run?

If it were before, when he encountered a powerful enemy like the Rifting Demon God, he would definitely run away, but at this moment, he didn't want to run away.

There is no special reason.

Maybe it was because of the smile on Chi Guyan's face, or maybe it was because of the figure wearing a black gauze dress standing under the sacred tree.

Of course, it is also possible that he doesn’t want to leave yet. He wants to continue to take a look here and see how powerful the so-called demon god who came out of the divine sect is?!

This is Fang Zhengzhen's idea.

However, Wu Yu'er, who was standing below, didn't think so now. On Wu Yu'er's face, she could see a very clear anger.

Just like her personality, love and hate are clear.

"Shameless, extremely shameless!" Wu Yu'er's face was a little rosy, and she didn't know if she was burned by the anger in her heart or was too frustrated.

However, she still didn't move after all. Even though her chest was undulating, she was still standing quietly, biting her bright lips tightly.

But what is certain is that if Fang Zhengzhi was lucky enough to survive today, then what he said today would still have to pay some price.

But can Fang Zhengzheng survive?

Wu Yu'er didn't know, but she knew that if Fang Zhengzhi died, she would definitely collect Fang Zhengzhi's body and send Fang Zhengzhi's body back to Beishan Village at all costs. Then, by the small river at the entrance of Beishan Village, she found a piece of land to build a tomb that could see Beishan Village and Cangling Mountain at one glance.

Of course, there is a stone pressed on it, and a wooden chair is placed on it so that she can sit quietly on it and accompany it...

"Shameless guy, will you really die this time?" Wu Yu'er thought about all this, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. But for some reason, her gaze began to gradually blur.

Perhaps the purple light in the sky was too dazzling, or perhaps the huge darkness was too powerful, shattering the purple light too much.

Wu Yu'er suddenly realized that she couldn't see clearly.

But she still opened her eyes hard, not daring to blink, and even more afraid to rub it with her hands, because she was afraid that everything would be over after it was rubbed.

There was a loud noise in the sky.

Sometimes it emits huge thunder, sometimes it is so sharp that it makes people feel ache in the eardrums. Wu Yu'er can't see it clearly. The only thing she can see is the figures and light flashing.

However, she knew that as long as it was still moving, it means that everything was still going on, not over, as long as it was not over, then there was still hope in everything, even if this hope was so slim that it was hopeless.

"Yu'er, you're crying..." The voice of Saint Tianxu sounded in Wu Yu'er's ears, very light, but it had a kind of care from the bottom of his heart.

"Ah? Am I crying?" Wu Yu'er subconsciously shook her head, and then she found that something seemed to be surging out at the corner of her eyes, covering her face.

This made her feel a little panicked, because her eyes blinked, and even if she had just one glance, she still lost a figure in her eyes.

Where is it?!

Don't end it!

Wu Yu'er's eyes opened again, and then the panic in her heart finally disappeared because she found that the figure in the sky was still there and did not fall.

Moreover, most importantly, her vision became clear again, at least, she could clearly see Fang Zhengzheng holding the hand of the sword without trace.

only……

Why does this shameless guy have so much blood on his body?!

Wu Yu'er's eyes widened again. She wanted to see more carefully. Then, she saw that there were not only a lot of blood on Fang Zhengzhi's body, but also a lot of wounds.

Each wound was not too big, but it was dense, with blood constantly leaching out of the wound, dipping red with the black armor wrapped around him.

The originally exquisite black armor now had various cracks like spider webs, deep and shallow, almost completely shattered.

"No, shameless guy, don't die!"

...

Above the sacred tree.

Fang Zhengzhi suddenly raised his head slightly and smiled, because he had inexplicably found that he had held on for another quarter of an hour.

"It seems that you are not strong enough." Fang Zhengzhi withdrew his gaze, and then glanced at the Demon God of Rifting, with the disdain in his eyes becoming more and more intense.
To be continued...