Chapter 444 Wuyou Jun

Three strong and unparalleled breaths span the peaks, shuttling under the canopy. When he was young, there was a fourth strong breath rising, but the old demon also used his last resort to incarnate the devil.

At this moment, it is the last moment to decide whether to win or die, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly becomes extremely tense.

Looking at the gloomy and terrible demon in the distance, An Bochen's heart calmed down, the soul fit, and caught three fast-moving breaths in a blink of an eye.

Haokong and the two immortals of Changtian are brewing Taoism, and the only remaining demon is hidden in the void. With his amazing speed, they rushed to An Bochen.

Even if they broke through to the extreme world, the two immortals and one demon did not relax their vigilance. They vaguely felt that there was a strange breath hidden in An Bochen, which was looming. Every time they appeared, they were always frightened.

I don't know when the thick dark clouds gathered above An Bochen's head. He took a step back and disappeared into the shadow.

The palm of his hand flipped, and An Bochen sacrificed seven arrows with nail heads.

Three arrows in a row, after three soft sounds, An Bochen turned around and a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.

His nail head seven arrows are enough to compete with Peng San, who is in the dual polar world. Although the two immortals and one demons also break through the polar world, they are all one yuan, and they are all injured. The polar world is unstable. Where can you avoid the seven arrows of the nail head?

Except for Lv Fengqi and Huo Chuanyun, as well as the fairy in the distance, no one present can see what An Bochen has done.

What they saw was that An Bochen suddenly turned around. The disappeared two immortals and one demon also appeared at the same time, with a frightened face, and then they ran wildly in the other direction. Not waiting for them to escape far, their bodies seemed to be burst into pieces by punctured bubbles.

Looking at An Bochen again, he stopped in the sky and looked at a mountain.

The man standing on the mountain is also looking at him.

The heaven and the earth suddenly calmed down, and the two momentum rose from each other and crashed into the air.

At this moment, Jie Jie's laughter sounded, breaking the brief silence.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the old demon who turned into the heavenly demon smile and retreated.

"You are so bold. By the way, there is less than a year left, and the strong will turn around, and then it will be your end. So, enjoy the rest of the days."

Seeing that the general trend has gone, the old devil's eyes don't want to be entangled with Wuhua anymore. With a smile, he wants to move away.

"Where to escape!"

Wuhua is on the rise. Just as the old demon jumped out of the battle circle, the four bodies gathered together, but became a Vajra Buddha with four heads and eight arms.

With eight arms waving, the earth, water, fire and wind are dancing like a tide, trapping the old demon in a world.

An Bochen avoided Lv Fengqi's fighting spirit and flew to the old demon.

Lv Fengqi also flew to the old demon at the same time.

Then Huo Chuanyun and Dian Kui also flew to the old demon.

"Come on, I'm enough."

Wuhua frowned and said unhappily.

At the moment when he was distracted, a fierce look flashed on the face of the old demon who was trapped in his four phases. His body shrank inch by inch, and finally it turned into the size of a palm, and his whole body was red.

Then the old devil expanded rapidly and burst into a blood fog between his fingers. The fog was composed of tens of millions of small blood beads like dust. It was easy to break free from the four phases of water, fire and wind. Half of them penetrated into the unpretentious body, and the rest flew in all directions.

"Since you forced me to disintegrate, then enjoy the pain brought to you by the disintegration of the devil. As long as I live for a day, you will suffer a day. The day when you are eaten by the magic blood will be the time for me to be reborn.

The arrogant laughter of the old devil sounded from each blood bead. Thousands of blood beads flew in all directions, as small as dust. On each blood bead, there was a demon smaller than dust, but the old demon not only disintegrated the body, but also disintegrated the yuan god together, which was extremely strange.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Wuhua endured the pain and sat in the air. He said something in his mouth. There seemed to be earthworms moving under his skin, which was shocking. But no matter how he chanted the spell to run his vitality, he could not force the blood beads. Gradually, the blood beads merged with his blood.

"Gone him away!"

Dian Kui took the lead in shouting. He opened his mouth and spit out a large mass of ice and fire, burning 300,000 blood beads that he could catch.

Huo Chuayun stirred up the sky and dispersed a million blood beads.

An Bochen and Lv Feng immediately took action, scattering five million blood beads each.

However, the blood beads flew very fast and erratic. When he was young, he had run out of a hundred miles and fled in all directions.

As long as one escapes, the old devil will continue to live. If what he said is true, Wuhua will live in infinite pain from now on.

A magic gas rolled in from the far end of the sky, and everyone was stunned. The depth of this magic gas was no less than that of the old demon. It was rare that the Kui Dynasty sent a master again.

Suddenly, the ghost crying and howling pleading sounded from all directions, echoing in the world.

"Forgive my life, worry-free, spare my life!"

The magic spirit in the sky and clouds ignored the old demon. The next moment, the blood beads that had escaped from afar flew one after another and were included in the magic gas.

The magic gas turned into a big hand, aimed at Wuhua.

An Bochen looked at it in a complicated way, just like the old people beside him.

The magic blood beads attached to Wuhua's blood flew out, as if the bright red water vapor was steaming, gathered into a blood fog and flew into the magic gas in the sky.

Opening his eyes, Wuhua looked up. At the moment when his pain disappeared, the magic spirit disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Wuhua's expression was a little hesitant and at a loss. His arms on his side trembled from time to time, but he didn't realize it. Compared with the previous high-willed monk, he seemed to have changed.

"Thank you."

After a long time, the voice that only he could hear said.

Kwai Chao, Yongjing.

This is the only place in the Three Dynasties where there is no day and night, and there are also the sun and the moon, but what emanates from the sun and the moon is a gray halo, which dyes the whole land of the capital into gray, some of which are like ink paintings that have faded for many years.

From time to time, there are magic practitioners driving cranes in the sky. On the street, there are also magic practitioners walking like the wind. More than a hundred years have passed, and ordinary people are not surprised.

Compared with the demon immortals who cut off Yin, the demons of the Kui Dynasty are the most unrestrained and don't care what the people of their hometown think. In short, they will not look at these mortals raised by them. However, this is also good. There is no difference between immortals, gods and demons in the eyes of the people. They think that those who can fly are all immortals. The admiration for the demons of the Kwai Dynasty is far better than the other two dynasties, which directly leads to the prevalence of demons and more and more demon practitioners.

On the outskirts of Gyeonggi, suspended on the attic of the gray river, the man looked down at the blood beads in his palm, and there was footsteps behind him. He did not look back.

"It's really lively today. Do you think so, Wuyoujun?"

The voice of the comer is a little like a woman, soft and feminine.

Zhang Bushi didn't make a sound and still played with blood beads.

"I just didn't expect that Wuyoujun also likes to join in the fun."

The man smiled and sat cross-legged opposite Zhang Bushi.

"Do you want Long Yangjun?" Zhang Bushi raised his head and asked.

"Naturally, these are all tonic."

The man laughed. His appearance was the same as his voice, and he was very neutral. If he applied a little pink, it would make people mistakenly think that he was a woman at a glance.

Zhang Bushi didn't say anything more, and all the blood beads flew up and fell into the hands of Long Yangjun.

"You are so generous. Are you trying to bribe me?

Long Yangjun said, and then sighed, "Don't worry, when Master comes back, I will pretend that nothing happened. You are the only one who survived among the 100,000 demons planted by Master. With this, no matter how much you mess up, no one dares to say anything.

"It's just that you don't seem to be cold-blooded and ruthless. How can you achieve great success like this? How long will I wait to devour you?"

"You are wrong." Zhang Bu Shidao.

"Then why did you save that monk?"

"Because he is the only Buddha in the five worlds."

"Hahaha..." Long Yangjun laughed and looked at Zhang Bushi playfully: "It turns out that you want to kill Buddha. Well, I'll continue to wait. When you get to the road, tell me first.

After saying that, Long Yangjun got up and turned into a black smoke and disappeared.

Zhang Bushi sat quietly, with a gray dark light in his eyes, motionless, but his eyebrows frowned deeply.