78 Final Battle

Since this space existed, no day has been as lively as today. Yellow sand and flying stones are flying all over the sky, and the turbid air lingers around. Breathe gently with your nose, and you can even smell a smell of yellow sand.

The fierce battle lasted for five days and five nights. Because the time here is still, they don't notice that it will pass so fast, or they don't realize that they will last for such a long time. If you can endure loneliness and stay here, it will become eternal, because it is not bound by time. And there is only one color in this space that is dim yellow. Both the sky and the earth are the same, and even the horizon in the distance can't tell which is the sky and which is the earth.

In addition to anger, there is a layer of gray on their faces, and they are about to integrate with here. There is no sound here except the rumble, click... deafening sound of fighting.

Floating in bright white armor and holding a magic flute stood in mid-air, looking up at the giant Fuxi in front of him with a solemn look, but he still couldn't see any fatigue. Fuxi's body was huge and more than a hundred feet high, and he looked down at his opponent with contempt. Although they stopped looking at each other and thought about how to win because of the fierce competition just now.

The yellow sand still scraped around them and almost covered their sight. When a small piece of flying stone floated in front of Fuxi's eyes with the strong wind, suddenly, it seemed that some force had changed its trajectory. The small flying stone seemed to fly straight to Fuxi's left eye with its eyes. It's less than a thousand microseconds, just listen to "Puff!" A touch of red was accompanied by the pain of heartbreaking, which made Fuxi twitch all over his body in pain. He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, and the little pebble still stuck in his head through his eyeballs.

How could he miss the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a sneak attack to work? He jumped up and held the magic flute in his hand to condense the spiritual power on the artifact. He unfolded the spiritual power around the demon flute like a sharp sword. The blade was extremely sharp. He held the hilt of the sword in both hands and stabbed Fuxi's front chest fiercely with endless anger.

When the whole body of the sword condensed by spiritual power did not enter the enemy's chest, a kind of pleasure jumped out and stimulated his nerves, ending everything like this? Can he avenge his teacher? However, he was not intoxicated with this feeling for a long time, because he stabbed the jade flute into his chest and quickly integrated into the other party's body. He wanted to pull it out, but the jade flute still did not slow down the speed of its entry into the other party's body.

"Haha... Thank you for your generous gift." There was an void on Fuxi's face. It was originally a place where his eyes were, but now there was nothing in it. The empty and dark one was scary, which showed that his pale face was ferocious and horrible. The left eyeball still held in his hand and looked like a cannibal.

Fuxi Zhou's body is even more radiant. Because after he swallowed the magic flute, all the spiritual power on the jade flute was absorbed by him, so now his power has greatly increased. On the contrary, the floating life that loses the artifact is like an eagle that loses its wings. It is more difficult to fight against the ups and downs. Originally, it could have been a draw, but it's really hard to say this time.

Fu Xi's attack made several consecutive attacks, which was even more fierce. Fusheng was forced by him to dodge left and right, and he was a little embarrassed. A strong and dazzling spiritual force attacked. Behind him was a high mountain, the sky was Fuxi, and in front of him was the attack that had no way back.

Floating hand knot magic seal, spiritual power attached to the palm of the hand, bare hands to catch the attack. But the attack spirit gathered more and more, and more and more strongly shocked his arms and his shoulder blades were about to break. Fu Xi raised his eyebrows and increased the strength of the spiritual attack. This blow could no longer be supported. The attack broke through his defense and hit his chest and knocked him out.

The bright white figure is like a beautiful butterfly, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky, and then falling heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, which was so eye-catching and shocking on his white jade face. Inadvertently, he saw that several hairs in his temples had been white frosted. Before he could get up, a big hand tightly grasped his body and imprisoned his soul.

"Fu Sheng, you should understand the gap between us now, right? You are just a poor worm. Do you want to become a god? Fu Xi said to him fiercely. The strength in his hand did not decrease at all. His floating face turned red, and his breath was not smooth. Fusheng wanted to resist in exchange for his stronger imprisonment.

"For...what?" Fusheng spit out these words with difficulty. His eyes were still staring at him angrily.

"Fu Sheng, do you think I will really give you the seat of the Emperor of Heaven? Are you naive or look up to your ability too much? You are just a cover for me.

I want to become the immortal emperor of heaven, the supreme of all spirits who is not bound by nature. I want to get Xuanqing to absorb his essence, but that one doesn't know the current affairs.

So those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die! I forced him to become a demon. Then when you used the divine power to deal with him, it was when I gave it to you that I put a dark needle in it. It's right to think that you should thank me at that time. Can you deal with the devil with your divine power? Without that dark needle, would you come out of him completely? Fu Xi said so much that his hand was also a little loose. It was not Fu Xi's conscience that he found that his hand was too tight and a little sore that it was a little loose.

"However, you always destroy my good things. If you hadn't destroyed me in southern Xinjiang and took that girl away, I might have started that secret art long ago, and there would have been an immortal life. It's all you. Not only did I not get that girl, but I lacked a soul because of it.

I will get these back from you one by one!" After saying that, Fuxi pinched his eyes tightly with his left hand, " Bang!" The eyeball was crushed by him. The sticky ** in his hand flowed out along the cracks of his fingers, and the slippery black and red ** drooled on the ground.

"I'm going to pinch you like this eyeball." After saying that, he had to squeeze Fusheng vigorously, but Fusheng's face showed a proud smile and an inappropriate smile, which made Fuxi around him see that he was uneasy in his heart, and he would have such a nervous time. The hands holding Fusheng trembled unconsciously.

A continuous stream of spiritual power attacked Fuxi's chest, but he did not see any uncomfortable reaction of Fuxi. On the contrary, he felt that his body was full of strength. Fuxi was a little surprised what he was doing? Do you know that you are going to die and do a good deed to please Fu Xi before he dies so that he can leave him a whole body?

Just when Fuxi was thinking nonsense, he said, "Break!" It burst out of his mouth and entered Fuxi's ear, which made him feel cold in his heart. I know that he is in the middle of the way. A colorful fluorescence flew out of Fuxi's chest with the unstoppable momentum of thousands of troops. Fuxi suddenly broke a big hole in his chest, which was as ugly as his left eye hole. Fu Xi's eyes widened and looked at him with an incredible expression, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

"You think I will be caught by you so easily. You think that the demon flute will be swallowed up and controlled by you so easily. You think there is no one in the world to compete with you... You are wrong! It's your fault for your arrogance and your selfishness. Fu Xi was shocked to hear his accusation, grasped the big hole in his chest, and no longer had the strength to hold Fusheng. Fusheng broke free from his shackles and flew out.

After he left, Fuxi's huge body "pupped!" Falling to the ground is no less than the sound of the mountain falling down just now. Fu Sheng looked at him who fell to the ground with disgust, turned around and stopped looking at the annoying face, and took the demon flute suspended in the air. I felt that my body was as heavy as a gold, and my unstable body in the air almost fell down. Just now, his fight with Fuxi consumed a lot of spiritual power, and his divine blood was less than half, and the signs of the decline of heaven and man appeared again.

He couldn't help laughing and smiled that everything from thousands of years ago was going to be repeated. It seems that no one can jump out of fate. Even Fuxi has fallen, who can really not be controlled by fate? He shook his head with a sigh. He would be gratified if he could only live for a hundred years. He would be happy for a day. At the thought that Xiaowei was still in the cave and he went back, his heart was warm with the impulse to come back to her immediately.

When he was about to step out of a different space, he suddenly felt that the evil wind behind him was too late. A cool cloth came to my heart, "Puff!" A hard sharp weapon was inserted into the floating chest, which stopped him from moving forward. The darkness in front of him covered all his light. He looked down at the foreign body on his chest, which turned out to be the tip of a dragon tail. A few strange laughs came from behind:

"Hum, you despise me too much. Can you die if you hurt me to this extent? Let's see who is the one who really laughs to the end. After saying that, he pulled out the dragon's tail fiercely, and a touch of blood red drew a rainbow in the sky. The crystal red drops fell down, and finally disappeared in the yellow sand.

Before he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a person dressed in white and with a fairy-like face smiling gently at him, with endless nostalgia and expectation in his laughter.

"Xiao Wei..." The red at the corners of his mouth was still flowing out, and God was so cruel that he didn't even leave the last hundred years to him. He can't even let him return to his lover's side and always leave the world with a kind of regret. He still wants to take a step forward stubbornly, even if it's good to let him see the mountain where she is. However, who pityed his true feelings, a sharp pain made him unable to support him and fall down. His face was still unwilling, and his beloved was still hanging in his heart. In this way, his eyes lost the color of the past and faded in an instant, but he still earned a lot. Even if we can no longer see her beautiful figure in this life, let the next life get together again. If there is an afterlife...