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Text Chapter 402 A Fight to the Death

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    Golden light was like a tide, instantly covering Yan Chenzhou's body.  Yan Chenzhou pinched his fingers and punched the void.

    This punch is so powerful that it is unrivaled!

    The rushing golden light split instantly in the void under this invincible punch.  But the giant fist like a mountain still swung in the direction of the treasure vase.

    But at this moment, Fang Ling's face showed a smile.

    And the golden light separated from the middle by the giant fist formed a golden circle at the moment Fang Ling's smile appeared, directly surrounding Yan Chenzhou in the middle.

    Yan Chenzhou's expression changed, and he wanted to fly into the air, but the golden light was recovered like lightning, and directly connected with the golden light into the golden vase.

    It was just a blink of an eye, but it was such a blink of an eye that everyone present stayed there.

    They couldn¡¯t believe it was true, but their eyes told them that there was nothing wrong with it.

    Jin Wenzhang rubbed his eyes vigorously to confirm that he had read correctly.

    In his eyes, Yan Shenzhou has always been an invincible existence. Now, Yan Shenzhou has just shot and was collected by a strange bottle by that side.

    This shouldn¡¯t be done, and it¡¯s even more unscientific!

    Although he knew that this was just a clone of Yan Chenzhou!

    "But this clone, which carries 80% of Yan Chenzhou's power, shouldn't be put into that weird treasure vase with just one move.

    ? Could it be that this treasure vase is an incredible magic weapon?

    Many people can¡¯t believe this is true, but now.  Whether they believe it or not is no longer the most important thing.  The most important thing now is Huo Dongjie's safety.

    The giant pestle fell from the sky and hit Huo Dongjie on the head.  The moment Yan Chenzhou flew over, Huo Dongjie's heart was already in his stomach.

    In his opinion, no matter how powerful Fang Ling is, no matter how powerful he is, it is useless against Yan Chenzhou.

    In his heart, Yan Chenzhou is invincible.  No one can disobey Yan Chenzhou's will.  Liu Qiushui can't do it, and neither can everyone in Chi Shen Cult. This tyrant, Fang Ling, can't do it.  The same doesn't work.

    If it weren¡¯t for Patriarch Yan¡¯s two attacks, he would have died in Fang Ling¡¯s hands.  Somehow, he seemed to have a feeling that only he, Huo Dongjie, could escape this disaster.  Fang Ling wants to kill himself in the future.  It will be more difficult.

    "You must escape from this disaster!"

    But just now, he was full of confidence that he could escape this disaster, but now, this confidence suddenly dropped to the freezing point.

    Even Ancestor Yan Chenzhou has been taken back, can he still fight with this giant pestle?

    He has already sacrificed his last magic weapon, what else can he use to resist this giant pestle?

    Escape, the farther you escape, the safer you will be.  Maybe I can run a little longer.  Patriarch Yan was able to rush out of the treasure bottle.

    The giant golden pestle intimidates the world with its mighty power.  It had long been imprinted in Huo Dongjie's heart, knocking his rare resistance to pieces.

    Some people are able to maintain a rare calmness in the face of adversity, but there are also some people who have long been disrupted by fear when facing adversity.

    Faced with fear, they were panicked. Faced with fear, all they could think of was one word, escape.

    Huo Dongjie¡¯s Ten Thousand Miles of Cloud and Smoke Technique is very fast, almost too fast for people to resist. Under this fast Ten Thousand Miles of Cloud and Smoke Technique, Huo Dongjie believes that as long as he gives himself a few breaths, he can run a thousand feet away.

    Who can catch me at a distance of thousands of feet?

    Huo Dongjie turned around and ran away. Unknown to him, the huge vajra had already hit him hard at the moment he turned around.

    The giant pestle moved, golden light shone, and Huo Dongjie's body shattered in the void.  A jade talisman protected the Nascent Soul that he had just achieved. It rushed out from the broken body and continued to run forward.

    Running across the front is life.  He was still running, hoping to escape this disaster.

    But the giant golden pestle, carrying the divine power that swept across all things, once again caught up with Huo Dongjie's Nascent Soul. Before the huge jade talisman could turn into fingers that could destroy all directions, the giant pestle had already split into three in the air.

    ??Always facing Huo Dongjie's Nascent Soul, always facing Huo Dongjie's Yuan Shen, and another one facing the jade talisman.

    The golden light flashed, and the rolling majesty enveloped the sky. In the vast golden light, Huo Dongjie let out a shrill roar.

    He is not convinced, he has become the ancestor of Yuanying, his time is coming, and he will become another powerful person in Shaotianmen.He doesn¡¯t want to die, he can¡¯t die, he doesn¡¯t want to die¡­

    But the mighty golden light couldn't hear his whine, couldn't hear his unwillingness, couldn't hear his dissatisfaction, and directly wiped out everything about him under the rolling golden light.

    Death, Huo Dongjie is now facing only death!

    Huo Dongjie died, leaving nothing behind. That invincible finger then flicked the giant vajra pestles that bombarded him into pieces, but it could not change Huo Dongjie's miserable scream in the vast golden light.

    The dead ancestor Yuan Ying, the dead genius, the dead Huo Dongjie!

    Generally speaking, they are all dead people, insignificant, dead, clean dead people.

    Looking at the rolling golden clouds, everyone's thoughts were very different. Although Patriarch Chongjun had no friendship with Huo Dongjie, he felt a sense of sadness at the death of a rabbit and the death of a fox.  As for other people, it is like a person drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm.

    There was a trace of joy in Fang Ling's eyes. He fought hard to get himself injured and activated four of the nine seals obtained from the one hundred and eight hand seals of the Buddha statue, just to kill Huo Dongjie.

    And now, this Huo Dongjie is really dead.  His death made the feeling like a ray of light on his back and a lump in his throat completely disappear, and he even felt a little more enlightened in his heart.

    In fact, Fang Ling knew a little bit in his heart that the main reason why he was worried about Huo Dongjie was that he didn't kill him three times. If he didn't have this scruple, Huo Dongjie might not be able to make any waves in his hands in the future.

    But if I don¡¯t kill him, I feel really unhappy.

    "Boom!"

    Just when the thoughts were flashing in his mind, an earth-shattering sound suddenly sounded in his ears. Along with this sound, he saw the huge golden vase suddenly shattering through the void.

    Yan Chenzhou, who was dressed in a robe, looked like a god and demon slashing the heaven and earth. He jumped out from the golden fragments and recognized him. His eyes were cold and stern, implying endless killing intent.

    There is only one target for these murderous intentions, and that is Fang Ling.

    The treasure bottle formed by the Treasure Vase Seal was actually broken by him so easily.  This surprised Fang Ling.

    But his mind was already as strong as steel, so when faced with Yan Chenzhou's solidity, instead of flinching, he looked at him bravely.

    A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Chenzhou's mouth, but this smile was so cold that it made people shiver from the bottom of their hearts.

    "In these years, you are the first person to kill Yan's disciples in front of Yan. Just because of this, Yan will make you immortal forever!" Yan Chenzhou looked at Fang Ling and spoke calmly.

    These words were very calm, without any anger or excitement at all, as if they were talking to Fang Ling about the most ordinary things.

    But the more this happens, the more chilling it is, which shows Yan Chenzhou's determination not to give up until he kills Fang Ling.  In this case, many people were even more cautious about Fang Ling.

    After Fang Ling's heart trembled for a moment, he looked at each other again without fear. His goal was not to kill Huo Dongjie, he was to defeat Yan Chenzhou.  It is to remove the mountain that has been weighing on her heart all these years, and to give Hua Shuying a real sense of independence.

    If you are afraid of Yan Chenzhou now, how can you achieve your goal?

    So he looked at each other indifferently!

    Even though there is still a gap between his own cultivation and that of Yan Chenzhou, Fang Ling must not be afraid mentally.

    Thoughts flashed in his mind. He had escaped from Yan Chenzhou's hands twice, and this time, he had to escape from his hands.

    You must not die in the hands of Yan Chenzhou!

    Though he had thousands of thoughts, there was only one sentence in Fang Ling's mouth, and that was: "Since you want to fight, just come over here!"

    "Uncle, does Fang Ling have any hope of winning this time?" Zhang Haochuan looked at Fang Ling standing in the sky and asked in a low voice towards the old man on his left.

    The old man's eyes were fixed on Yan Chenzhou. When he heard Zhang Haochuan's question, he turned around and said, "What hope do you have?"

    "I'm talking about the hope of winning!" There was a hint of certainty in Zhang Haochuan's voice.

    The old man glanced at Zhang Haochuan indifferently, and then said: "You may not know much about what kind of person Yan Chenzhou is. Let me tell you, three hundred years ago, since he defeated Zhuge Cangsheng, he has been recognized by the world.  One of the mighty men.¡±

    "Although powerful men have broken through the Nascent Soul realm,The road to go further is still difficult, but the difference between a powerful man and an ordinary Nascent Soul monk is not something you can understand.  "

    "Although Fang Ling's methods are very powerful and he has the potential to become a powerful man, at this time, he has almost no hope under Yan Chenzhou!"

    When the old man said this, he said seriously: "What I said is the hope of escape!"

    Hearing what the old man said so simply, Zhang Haochuan's expression suddenly darkened.  But in the end, he gritted his teeth and said to the old man: "Although you say so, I still think there is hope for Fang Ling."

    Another old man glanced at Zhang Haochuan and said softly: "Haochuan, sometimes people have to face reality."

    "He has no hope. If you don't want Yan Chenzhou to vent his anger on our Thousand Ghost Valley, it's best not to show your friendship with him."

    On the other side, Li Jinhu was silent.  Yi Zhangyuan beside him whispered: "Senior brother, you are the hope of our world, the ancestors will never allow you to mess around." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and more updated.  quick!

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