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    Fang Ling shook the demon control flag in his hand, and the billowing black energy and red light instantly rushed to the black skull. The black skull, which had been forced to retreat to Fang Ling's side by the giant sun and moon, instantly turned into  A huge figure covered in red and black appeared.

    This figure is three feet tall, and is surrounded by black and red auras.  At the moment when the sun and moon were pressed down by the giant grinding force, the figure suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed at the rolling sun and moon.

    The appearance of that strange figure made many people tremble in their hearts.  Especially some monks who have not yet reached the level of foundation building, the moment they see the strange figure, they feel that this figure is going to crush their hearts.

    But even so, they still want to see if the demonic shadow formed on Fang Linghei Banner can capture the sun and moon.  After all, that brilliant giant grinding machine cannot be compared with ordinary strength.

    Huo Dongjie, who was in the scorching sun, had a sneer on his face, a faint and disdainful sneer.  Although Fang Ling's demonic shadow was very strange, he didn't believe that he could suppress his Tonghui Sword Technique just by relying on this demonic shadow.

    He himself transformed into the blazing sun, and his magical flying sword transformed into the silver moon. In such a complementary way, he was not exerting his own power. It should be said that at this moment, he was exerting four, or even five  his strength.

    What's more, Liangyi's great ability is designed to defeat all kinds of demonic attacks. Even if this demonic shadow is extraordinary, it can only be ground into powder by the power of the lunar sun.

    Just when a disdainful smile appeared on his face, the big red and black hands appeared.  The two wheels of the sun and moon have been captured respectively.  The billowing black and red energy accompanied his hands and bounded towards the scorching sun and silver moon.

    The sun and moon are so vast, but they are caught in the void by a pair of arms!

    The moment it happened.  Many people's eyes widened.  Although many people believe that the rolling sun and moon giant mill will turn Fang Ling into powder in the end, they really can't believe that the ghost on Fang Ling's demon flag actually blocked the sun and moon and turned it into giant mill, even if  This kind of resistance will eventually be crushed.

    "Fang Ling, let's see how long you can last!" Huo Dongjie laughed.  The power of the rolling sun turned into glazed pure fire, and the power of the twelfth yin turned into nine dew pure water, burning towards the black and red energy.

    The glass purifies the fire.  It specializes in burning the gloomy things of heaven and earth, and Jiulu pure water is formed by the gathering of innate yin energy, wherever it goes.  Everything dissolves.  In Huo Dongjie's view.  As long as this method is used, the strange red and black energy will definitely be able to break through.

    It is a pity that the moment when the Glazed Pure Fire, the Nine Dew Pure Water and the Black and Red Qi collided, they were entangled together, showing an evenly matched situation.  Even though Huo Dongjie tried his best to activate the two, he still couldn't break the black and red energy.

    But the distance between the two wheels continued to spread as the demonic shadow raised its hand.

    Day and menstrual day.  It can be said to be unparalleled in power.  But as the sun and moon were separated, Huo Dongjie, who turned into a scorching sun, felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body.  He faced the strange demonic figure.  An impulse actually arose in my heart.

    An impulse that made him feel very uncomfortable, an impulse to destroy, an impulse to destroy both Mo Ying and Fang Ling.

    But those strange red and black auras were like maggots on the tarsus, suppressing the heaven-destroying aura in his heart, making him unable to move.  As the distance between the sun and the moon continues to increase, the tendency of the sun, moon, moon, and lunar sun to obliterate all things has begun to collapse.

    "What a Fang Ling, but today, you will definitely die!" Angry words spat out from Huo Dongjie's mouth. Along with this angry voice, Huo Dongjie pinched his hands, and a red and white light came from  It shot straight out of him.

    At this moment of shining light, the endless aura of heaven and earth all around seemed to have encountered a huge sucker, rushing towards the red sun transformed by Huo Dongjie crazily.  And the silver moon transformed by the psychic magic weapon also began to expand.

    "Click!"

    In the gentle voice, not only were the red and black energies suppressed, but cracks began to appear in the hands holding the sun and the moon.

    "Fake Infant Stage, this is the cultivation level of the False Infant Stage!" A Jindan real person looked at Huo Dongjie, whose strength suddenly increased tenfold. There was a hint of trembling in his words. For a Jindan level monk,  In other words, what they dream about day and night is to one day enter the false infant stage and then enter the Nascent Soul realm.

    "However, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Very few Jindan monks have achieved this dream, so the position of the ancestor of Yuanying is difficult to shake.

    The scorching sun and the silver moon were getting closer and closer, and the giant mill that was crushing the heaven and the earth, just running for a moment, had already ground the black shadow's hands until it began to break.  Cracks, five fingers, and the entire palm are being exposed to flesh and blood??Visible speed begins to collapse.

    It only takes a quarter of an hour to grind this demonic shadow into pieces, and once the demonic shadow is shattered, Fang Ling will definitely die without a burial place under the shocking sun and moon.

    "It's only now that Dao has used the strength he had during his false infancy. Fellow Daoist Huo is really extraordinary!" Lan Pingzi's words were filled with deep emotion.  He called Huo Dongjie a fellow Taoist at this time, but put Huo Dongjie in the same position as them.

    And there is nothing wrong with such a title in the eyes of other Yuan Ying ancestors. Huo Dongjie can afford to be called such by them.  After all, this is a step into the existence of Nascent Soul.  What's more, the current sun and menstrual cycle has the ability to crush an ordinary Nascent Soul Ancestor into powder.

    Liu Qiushui flicked her fingers and said calmly: "Dongjie is good, but Fang Ling, the tyrant, is also very good. The current disciples of the Sixth Sect of Chi Shen will probably respect this boy. It's a pity that the killing is too heavy, so he can't  Leave."

    "No matter how strong he is, he will only die in front of our Shaotianmen disciples." Lu Wanlin said with a smile and his words were full of flattery.

    Liu Qiushui smiled and said nothing, but his expression showed that he appreciated Lu Wanlin's words.

    Although Lan Pingzi and others felt that Lu Wanlin's flattery was a bit naughty, they didn't think it was anything else. After all, in their opinion, Fang Ling had no possibility of evasion at this time.

    Facing these shocking twin wheels, Fang Ling felt that he had two ways. One was to activate the Nine Heavens Royal Thunder True Solution, and the other was to activate the Jiuli Holy Blood.  He had not yet perfected the Heavenly Thunder Sword and was not ready to use it. Therefore, after a little hesitation, he chose the Holy Blood of Jiuli.

    After just pondering for a moment, Fang Ling vigorously shook the demon control flag. The demon shadow, which had only half of its body left, roared wildly, and a desolate and violent aura exploded on his body.

    The blood-red sword light, like lightning, swung out from the blood shadow!

    The Blood-Burning Divine Sword is not a psychic magic weapon, nor is it an ancient treasure. However, it was made by An Chengming's master after a great effort. It is extremely sharp and can cut down all things in the world.

    At this time, the sword light was held in the hand that activated Jiuli's holy blood and turned into a purple blood shadow for a while. It was even more like a fish in water. When the sword light shined, it carried a kind of earth-shaking power and moved towards the sun and moon.  The two-wheel chop fell down.

    At this time, all the cultivation of Fang Ling's whole body was applied to the demon control flag. It can be said that this blow was already his strongest blow.

    When the sword passes, the sun and the moon are broken!

    Just for a moment, the purple-red light was dazzling, and there was an aura like the earth was shattering all around.  Even Master Jin Dan could only close his eyes under this aura.

    And just when they closed their eyes, the rolling sword light had already cut the sun and the moon apart. Huo Dongjie, who had transformed into the scorching sun, shook his body and quickly retreated at the moment when the scorching sun was cut open.

    He didn¡¯t believe that he was defeated when victory was within his grasp, but he had to accept this fact.  He had to get out of the scope of the sword light. If he couldn't get out of this scope, the only way waiting for him would be death.

    He didn¡¯t want to die, so he had no choice but to retreat.

    And the psychic magic weapon wailed, and at the moment it transformed into a sword again, it blocked the approach of the Blood-Burning Divine Sword.  But this time, it's a bit late.  The moment the blood-burning magic sword was driven with all its strength and struck hard on the long sword, the long sword flew backwards.

    It¡¯s not that the long sword of the psychic wave is inferior to Fang Ling¡¯s blood-burning sword, it¡¯s actually that there is a huge difference in the power acting on the two.

    The long sword flew upside down and there was a cry.  The maggot like tarsus contained a violent aura. The moment it rushed into Huo Dongjie's body, Huo Dongjie couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.  This mouthful of blood did little harm to Huo Dongjie, but at this moment Huo Dongjie's heart became increasingly gloomy.

    Defeated!  He activated his cultivation during the false infant stage and used his strongest moves, but was defeated by Fang Ling's strange blood shadow.

    How is this possible? According to the script, he should have defeated the evil demon Fang Ling and become the second Ancestor Yan.

    But defeat is defeat. In front of everyone, what else can he say? What can he say? The sadness in his heart makes him feel extremely uncomfortable.  But he could only endure this discomfort.

    The sword was as bright as a sword, still approaching him.  Although he knew that this sword light was already at the end of its power, it did not mean that he could catch it.

    Retreat, retreat!

    He retreated quickly, but just when he was about to exit the range of the sword light, a fist fell from the void and hit his body hard.  This fist has a faint colorThe color, the moment it fell, hit him in the face.

    The punch was not very heavy, but with the punch, he felt as if his face had opened a pickle shop. All kinds of hot and sour feelings suddenly filled his heart, and his body  , and rushed towards the earth involuntarily.

    "Bang", like a wild dog falling to the ground, Huo Dongjie hit the ground directly.  But at this moment, Fang Ling was not ready to let him go!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!

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