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The demon army under the tall "demon **** altar" in the distance, can kill the country and burn the city, thousands of "Night Fork", the sky flying "Flying Night Fork", even if you are stepping into the magical masters, I am afraid I have to drink a pot and I can’t get it on the spot.

Killing the twelve-headed night fork team, Fang Han is almost exhausted, if not stepping into the realm of the ninth "psychic" of the flesh, relying on the sharpness of the "devil sword" and the rifle of the vestment, only I am afraid that I will be injured.

But now there are thousands of Yasha.

There is a flying night fork, it is very difficult for him to defeat a flying night fork, unless he is using a flying sword. However, even if Feijian is used, so many demons will tear him into pieces and can\'t kill them.

Calculated by his psychic realm, if he exceeds two hundred nocturnal forks, he will not be left with slag, and he will be broken.

"It\'s hidden, or..." Looking far away at the "Evil God Altar" in the distance, Fang Hanxin groaned. The "Altar of the Demon" stands tall and taller than the largest \'Fulongta\' in Longyuan City. There are numerous blood-red large stones on display. In the middle of the stone, there is a statue of seven or eight people. The eyes swept across the plains of the earth, exuding endless pressure, and the secret of breath, which made people feel chilly from the depths of their hearts.

Under the "demon statue", there are several figures standing, one of which is wrapped in a wolf smoke. It is the little wolf Wang Molin, and the other one seems to be a woman.

But the most striking thing is a demon-like demon. This demon has a beautiful face, like a young man, but his lower body is the same as the flying night fork, with his wings. In addition to the head, the body is extremely large, as if wearing an unfit armor.

The head of the person, the body of the flying night fork.

Whether it is the Yaksha, or the flying night fork, it grows green and fangs, not like human figures.

Fang Han’s eyes were confirmed. This is a Shura, a Shura with a very high status among the demons. Above Shura, it is Da Xiu Luo. Above the big repair, it is the devil!

The status of Shura in the earth is equivalent to a true disciple.

The status of Da Xiu Luo is equivalent to the elders.

The status of the demon is equivalent to the supreme teaching.

Shura’s head is exactly the same as the person, and his wisdom is extremely high. The progress of cultivation is also extremely rapid.

If you go further and reach the level of Da Xiu Luo, the scales of the whole body will degenerate, truly become human beings, and have the same ability as the supernatural masters.

These are all detailed records in the "Worlds", giving the necessary knowledge to the feathers of the disciples, so as not to be the poisoned hands of the devil.

"Is it a few people who will be killed this time? The red powder prince has been killed by me, and the Sirius is still here, there is also a pure fox demon girl... and the demon lord, a Shura... ... these people, I am far from being an opponent. It is still good to hide."

Fang Hanxin specified the plan.

"You don\'t have to hide, the demon army has already discovered us."

The sound of "阎" was conveyed to the depths of his heart. Fang Han discovered that Fang Qingxue suddenly had a strong purple light all over his body. The current was surrounded by electric currents, and the yin and yang purple electric snakes around him made sharp and long sounds.

Strong sound, light, current, ambiguous, unmatched momentum, on the spot, shocked all the demons, even the dozens of people inside the "demon altar" many people can see clearly.

On the altar of the demon god, suddenly a fine light was shot, and the square of Fang Han, which was a few miles away, shone in the light, and Fang Han was in the center of the light, so that all the demons were noticed.

This time, it also exposed the location of Fang Han.

"Oops, your snow and clear water is infinite, my cold is weak, and you are killing me like this? Let me practice, it is not so cultivated. Survival in the dead?"

Although Fang Hanxin was shocked and felt extremely dangerous, but he did not move, the sword was erected between the tip of the nose, and the Buddha was set to enter a state of meditation.

In the face of the tide of the demon army, Fang Han is rather peaceful as a child who has matured.

This made the Fang Qingxue suspended in the air once again slightly moving, and the eyes flashed a strange light. There was a hint of unappreciated appreciation on his face.

We must know that there is no danger in the crisis, and that the catastrophe is in front of us, and we can calm down. This kind of mental state is not something that can be exercised by eating the elixir. It is based on its own potential cultivation, that is, the root bone.

"This is not bad, it is a bit of a master. The more dangerous people are, the greater the potential is raised. Any master who has to go through countless times of life and death can sharpen his spirits like a knife. If you can It’s an incalculable achievement for you to cultivate yourself and die.

Fang Qingxue\'s voice passed into Fang Han\'s ear, but Fang Han still remained motionless, waiting for the arrival of the demon army.

"Fang Qingxue! You dare to be alone, you arrive at the altar of the underground demon god. Who gave you such courage? Do you really think that you alone can destroy the demon **** altar?"

嗖嗖嗖... On the altar of the demon **** in the distance, Wang Molin, the little real man of Sirius, suddenly stood up, and the treasure of the seven gourds in his hand was shaken. Such as the running horse on the grassland, straight into the clear snow.

At this moment, Wang Molin, a small real person of Sirius, did not have any injury. It was not like being smashed into the bottom of the river two days ago. The skin was fleshy and the whole body caught fire and was seriously injured.

Obviously it was a cure for the injury.

"Don\'t talk about the altar of the demon **** in the district. Sooner or later, I will personally go to the demon gods and compete with the demon god. Look at the generation of demon gods, what a magical power."

Fang Qingxue stood proud in the air, his face sneered, and he waved with his hand. The purple electric yin knife was criss-crossed, and he formed a hundred and eight knives in the sky, cutting the wolf smoke from the impact and directly killing it to twenty or thirty. The demon **** altar in the open, the lightning lightning, the stun of the thunder, to smash the huge demon **** altar directly, and kill all the masters such as Shura, Wang Molin, and pure fox demon.

Fight, fight!

Several flying in the sky, fierce flying night fork, met Fang Qingxue\'s knife, actually was smashed into two halves, the body burned flames, made a miserable cry, fell to the ground, huge blood explosion Open. Died of death.

The demon who made the inner door disciples of the door of the feathers are very jealous, and the demon that the spirits could not completely kill, could not resist the spur of Fang Qingxue.

Fang Qingxue\'s shot, the following Fang Han is completely trapped in the siege of the demon army.

Hundreds of nocturnal forks attacked Fang Qingxue in the sky, and naturally regarded him as a fat flesh and blood, and he could not wait for a **** sip.

"Fang Han, although this is dangerous, but it is not an opportunity. Every time you kill a nightshade, I can absorb the spirit of their blood, put it in the Huangquan River, quench the shape for the ten flying night forks, let them break Become a butterfly and become a Shura!"

The sound of "阎" sounded again.

"This is a dangerous opportunity!"