At this moment, the last Divine Infant Fruit suddenly fell.

"Man perishes for wealth, and birds perish for food..."

Fang Xing flicked his sleeves lightly, and a cyan light shield immediately appeared, covering his whole body.

The jet-black arrow appeared in front of him, as if cutting through the void, and was blocked by the 'Qingyang Shield'.

On top of the pitch-black arrows, a large amount of pitch-black flames burned blazingly, causing a terrifying depression to appear on the 'Qingyang Shield'.

"Huh? Once such an attack hits, it is indeed possible to severely damage the early stage monks of Yuanying. It is even more amazing when it is executed by a golden elixir monk."

Fang Xing sighed in admiration, and an ancient bronze lamp appeared in his hand.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Magic Ghost Infant in his body moved, the majestic Nascent Soul mana was injected into the Qingyang Magic Lamp, making the Qingyang Mask become thicker and thicker.

Not only that, Fang Xing even flicked out some of the cyan lanterns on the Qingyang Magic Lantern.

raging!

The cyan lantern suddenly turned into a ball of cyan flame the size of a head, fell on the surface of the Qingyang Cover, and devoured each other with the Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame.

These two are famous spiritual fires in the magic world, and now they are somewhat evenly matched.

The cyan and black flames intertwined, and gradually a hint of dark green appeared, and then both extinguished...

"What?"

When Yu Zhenzi saw this scene, he was immediately shocked: "Aren't you a swordsman? Why do you still use defensive spiritual treasures?"

Isn’t it true that the sword cultivator only cares about love and swords, but his defense is weak?

What's more, this 'Qingyang Magic Lamp' and the 'Qingyang Magic Fire' that comes with it are very famous. After all, spiritual treasures are limited, and even a large Nascent Soul sect may only have one or two.

Yuzhenzi knew that this Qingyang Magic Lantern originally belonged to the Wanxiang Sect, but later disappeared when the Lord of the Wind Division died in battle...

Unexpectedly, when he appeared again, he would be here!

A Nascent Soul Lord uses a defensive spirit treasure. He uses his head to break the defense?

As soon as he thought of this, Yu Zhenzi immediately turned around and rushed towards the restricted passage behind.

But what is faster than him is Fang Xing’s sword!

He raised his hand and struck a sword. The sword intention was like the Yangtze River. It was a means of making the sword power powerful!

The sword light was brilliant and brilliant... and drowned Yu Zhenzi.

The next moment, all the defensive magic weapons and talismans on this golden elixir monk exploded.

He himself also fell into the net of sword energy and was cut into pieces by countless whizzing sword lights.

After the sword light dissipated, only a black flame the size of a fist was left on the spot.

This is the original fire of the ‘Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame’!

"Um?"

Fang Xing silently sheathed his sword, but his spiritual consciousness had a different feeling: "It seems that he is not dead yet... However, under my fourth-level swordsmanship, death is still going to happen..."

…

The divine infant hangs hundreds of miles away.

In a secret cave.

A young man with a pale face and a black robe suddenly held his head: "Ah... I... I'm dead?"

He fell to the ground and rolled his eyes.

I don’t know how much time had passed before ‘Yamako’ stood up with a trace of resentment on her face: “You actually forced me to use the ‘Li Daitao Zombie Technique’…”

This magical secret technique can be called the supreme magical power to save life. It needs to refine a 'disaster body' first as a backup.

Within a period of time, as long as the deity dies, the soul can be transferred to the 'disaster body'.

Of course, this kind of heaven-defying technique has many limitations.

For example, learning is very difficult, and ‘Tamako’ is not very knowledgeable in this technique and can only maintain this technique for about a month.

In other words, if he is fine after a month, then this 'disaster body' will be useless and will need to be found and refined.

More importantly... there needs to be a certain distance between the deity and the disaster body, otherwise this technique will also be ineffective.

Yu Zhenzi's current attainments can barely extend the range to within two hundred miles.

No matter how far it is, this secret technique will have no effect.

"Damn it...that Nascent Soul Sword Master, I will never let go of him!"

Yu Zhenzi checked his body and couldn't help but his face was as dark as water.

This time, if you fall into trouble, your vitality will be severely damaged and your cultivation will regress, which is a matter of course.

It may even delay your own Nascent Soul condensation!

But under those circumstances, being able to save one's life is already extraordinary.

"That sword..."

Yu Zhenzi recalled the moment of his death, and a touch of fear and shock appeared in his eyes.

Yuanying Sword Lord’s methods far exceeded his imagination!

Suddenly, Yu Zhenzi felt a sharp force coming towards his face.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a sword light suddenly lit up!

"Is this... sword intention? It's like gangrene attached to the bone?"

"ah!"

Inside the cave, a scream suddenly came out!

…

On the Shenying Cliff.

The last divine infant fruit slowly fell.

But in the crowd of alchemy monks, no one dared to come forward to fight.

Let Fang Xing transform into a big cyan hand and pocket the countless red Divine Infant Fruits of the cultivators who have completed the formation of pills...

He ejected countless sword threads and began to clean the battlefield. The dead were all late-stage elixir-forming monks. The storage bag was very valuable and contained a large number of spiritual herbs from Linlang Paradise...

After a moment, Fang Xing made a move with his sleeves, trying to put away the ball of 'soul-destroying demonic flames'.

"Huh?"

As soon as he took out a jade box, he saw that the jade box had a tendency to melt even before it got close to the dark demonic fire.

When he put the flame into it, the entire jade box suddenly exploded.

"Sure enough, the fourth-level demonic fire is so intense that it cannot be carried by ordinary items."

Fang Xing thought for a while, then fired a burst of magic power and landed on the Qingyang Magic Lantern.

The lamp suddenly shined brightly, and countless bronze runes flickered, like chains, bound to the fist-sized jet-black demonic fire.

The Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame trembled, and then was driven into a large number of bronze runes, and its size continued to shrink.

From the size of a fist, it became the size of a pigeon egg, and then the size of a soybean.

A black flame the size of a soybean sank into the 'Qingyang Magic Lamp' and burned slowly.

"Sure enough, with the power of this spiritual treasure, it is enough to contain the fourth-level magic fire..."

Fang Xing felt happy in his heart: "Even the Qingyang Demonic Fire and the Soul-Destroying Demonic Flame are both fourth-level spiritual fires of the demonic path. I wonder if they can be fused to increase their power?"
Chapter completed!