Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

On the platform of mountains, seas and stars, there is an instant momentum in all directions.

The intermingling and confrontation of yin and yang qi stirs up air currents, making the sky cloudy again after clearing up, as if another mountain rain is about to fall.

Jina's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared in his throat, as the devilish energy gathered in his body became heavier and heavier.The yin energy was rampant in his body, the Holy Son had lost all sanity, but instinctively longed for the spiritual flow in the monk's body, and attacked Fang Zhiyuan again.

In the blink of an eye, the two wrestled again in one place, and dozens of moves were dismantled in the blink of an eye.Even if other people wanted to save him, they were afraid of accidentally hurting Fang Zhiyuan, so they couldn't do anything at all.

A doctor in green shirt from Zhisong Academy became anxious, and shouted: "Fang Xiaoxian, people who are possessed by demons are insane and dangerous, and you must not love to fight! You quickly retreat, and we will take care of the rest!"

Fang Zhiyuan didn't mess up at all, and he didn't come down either.

Ren Xingchen's deadly killing move brushed past his ears, Ren Xingchen exclaimed again and again from the audience, and the composure between his cold brows did not waver in the slightest.

——Just kidding, if it is really handed over to someone else, with Jina's appearance, how can she save her life?

... He just had a little resentment in his heart.

And it's kind of sour.

——The head of Huangyang Immortal who surpassed the fairy world in the previous life, outsiders always looked at this person as arrogant and arrogant, sometimes like a raging fire and sometimes like ice, so unpredictable.

No one knows that whenever the fairy head confronts the demon king in person, the dark golden Huangyang knife bumps into the dark and vermilion Sijunshou.

Fang Zhiyuan's face was expressionless and his moves were decisive, but in fact his mind was full of thoughts: "Damn it, the martial brother's move just now is so beautiful, I'll hit it a few more times... just take a second look."

Occasionally, there was a verbal battle before the battle, and the fairy head and the demon king stood in the clouds with swords and swords, and the golden robes and black robes flew around.

Fang Zhiyuan's mouth was cold and stern, and he said something like "I will punish the unscrupulous demons who repeatedly offend the fairy world", but in fact, his mind was full of thoughts: "Damn it, why does senior brother look so good when he sneers when he is angry, let me curse a few more... Take a second look."

...Probably due to the boldness of a skilled person, Fang Zhiyuan was used to carrying a knife to struggle in life and death since he was a child, and crisis and desperation were not worthy of his care.

In the turbulent flow of space, he was injured for Lin Qingqing. What he thought was whether his elder brother would reconcile with him angrily; Fang Zhilong, who was demonized, was forced to a close, and what he thought was that he could finally send his elder brother Yuyue away. .

But now, when he fought against the maddened Jina, what he was upset about was: Why does Jina have so many things going on?It's endless again and again, and when will the senior brother worry about it! ?

Of course, outsiders can't see this little thought of the disaster star.

At best, they could only see that Fang Zhiyuan had an ugly face, but who could have a good face when fighting with a powerful enemy possessed by demons?

So the monks who gathered around the Shanhai Xingchen Terrace all exclaimed with conviction:

"That Fang Zhiyuan was able to fight Ji Shengzi who was possessed and out of control without falling behind!"

"I remember...Fang Zhiyuan is several years younger than Ji Shengzi, right? Well, he is indeed a cursed star..."

"Hiss! Little Xianling, why are you using such ruthless moves that hurt the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred, I feel scared just looking at it."

"Taoist Xuyun's second disciple, is he a treasure in the pond?"

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind and clouds gather again with a chill.It's time for the sun to set in the west, but there is not even a ray of sunset color, only the light gradually dims.

Mu Qingxue deliberately suppressed her breath, squeezed among the group of monks, and looked up worriedly.Suddenly someone pulled his shoulders, and the little demon boy's voice came from behind: "Hello! Phoenix surnamed Mu!"

Seeing Mu Qingxue turning back with anger in her beautiful eyes, Shentu Linchun said anxiously: "How can you be a subordinate? Don't you know how to stop my queen from doing such a risky thing?"

"Presumptuous!" Mu Qingxue's seven orifices were filled with smoke, wishing she could draw her sword, but she didn't dare to raise people's suspicions loudly, "That's my head in the fairy world, who is your queen!?"

After she finished speaking, she snorted again, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet angrily, "—what does the lord sir want to do, how can I, as a subordinate, stop him. If you have the ability, why don't you stop your demon king and tell him not to go to heaven? Run around into the ground?"

"Me!" Shentu's eyes widened and he choked.

The little demon boy couldn't help being wronged and ashamed, he...

He can't stop his lord!

The two disliked each other, and sparks were about to burst out in their eyes.After such a childish stalemate for a long while, Shentu Linchun took the lead in snorting and turned his eyes away, gritted his teeth and said:

"...Let me tell you, there is no way to go on like this. Son Ziwei has obviously become a demon, unless...unless someone with profound knowledge in the way of magic sorts out his yin energy for him, otherwise he will never recover his sanity!"

As it was about Fang Zhiyuan's safety, Mu Qingxue said anxiously, "Who can do it? You?"

"Your Majesty, you can protect the seat on the right side of Lu—the current Lei Qiong Xianshou can also do it, but I can't find the two of them now! I..." Shentu Linchun blushed unwillingly, "...I still no."

Mu Qingxue was speechless: "... trash."

All of a sudden there were startled sounds all around, and Mu Qingxue and Shentu raised their heads at the same time, but it was a pity that they had already missed the most exciting moment.

Fang Zhiyuan's figure could only be seen flashing beside Jina like a ghost, turning the back of his knife and slashing down, directly smashing the two arms of the Holy Son from the shoulders to the bones!

"Ah!!" Jina frowned in pain, let out a scream, and could no longer lift her hands.

Fang Zhiyuan's expression remained motionless, only panting slightly.Huang Yang disappeared in his palm, and he chose to withdraw his knife at such a time when he had the upper hand.

The next moment, Fang Zhiyuan slid silently to the right, his feet were as light as stepping on the snow to find plums, but the palm of his right hand cut obliquely to the left, as swiftly and fiercely as an iron machete cutting across an old plum tree.

The lightest and the heaviest, the most soft and the most rigid, these two diametrically opposed artistic conceptions are perfectly blended together by his gestures.

The timing was even more ingenious to the point, just when Jina became more violent due to the pain, opening her mouth and baring her teeth to bite, she directly hit the Holy Son's chin!

The aura exploded with a bang, and this time there was no force left, and Jina fell back dizzy from the blow.Fang Zhiyuan flipped his palm over, and retracted it like a pair of iron pliers, firmly clamping Jina's neck!

There was an uproar.

The elder of Ziwei Pavilion turned pale, and exclaimed: "Fang Xianjun! I am merciful—"

Before Fang Zhiyuan could move, another icy voice came from behind the elder: "Kill him."

There was a person walking in mid-air, separated from the monks and appeared.It was Mu Hong, the Patriarch of Baihuang who was known for his ruthlessness.

The air suddenly sank.

"Patriarch Mu..."

Everyone held their breath and looked at each other timidly.

got windy.

The wind was mixed with the moisture that was about to rain, and the shadow of the dark cloud drew the outline of Mu Hong's brow bone deeper.

"Uh... ah...!!"

On the stage of mountains, seas and stars, Jina writhed in pain, and all the dark energy burst out from his body, and the black energy almost covered Fang Zhiyuan's figure.

However, the hand holding his neck was like a thick mountain, still motionless.

Ziwei Shengzi became a dehydrated fish thrown onto the river bank, struggling frantically but unable to escape.

Patriarch Baihuang stared at the situation indifferently with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "Jina has already fallen into a demon, and there is no way to recover. What you have now is just a walking corpse attacking a monk. Kill him."

Mu Qingxue's eyes shook, and she whispered, "Father..."

"..."

Hearing the sound, Fang Zhiyuan turned his head. He looked Mu Hong carefully from head to toe, and the corners of his lips could not help but sneer coldly.

In his previous life, he also thought that Mu Hong's ice-like rationality was worth using, so he gave a special promotion regardless of past suspicions.

Unexpectedly, this person was really cold-hearted, until he chose to obey the people outside the sky, and finally stuck this cold knife into his back instead.

Fang Zhiyuan turned his head away, taking Mu Hong's words as wind in his ears.

His right hand was still pinching Jina, but his left hand spread out his five fingers, and he slapped the Son of God's heart with a gentle palm!

Some of the elders in Ziwei Pavilion cried out in pain, and after a breath they realized: "No, this is not a killer move."

I saw the black yin energy that was lingering around Jina's body, boiling and surging to the sky, suddenly fell silent.

Fang Zhiyuan was concentrating, and the tip of his left finger resting on Jina's heart trembled slightly.A ray of cold Yin Qi brushed his cheek and fell into Jina's body.

Mu Hong's face suddenly sank: "...what?"

"This!"

Shentu Linchun was so frightened that he couldn't even make a decent sound.

He could clearly see that the dark yin energy around Jina's body was gradually changing from violent to calm, slowly gathering into Fang Zhiyuan's palm along Fang Zhiyuan's body!

Back then, Lin Lingqing became enlightened by the Red Lotus Abyss, enlightened the demonic cultivators, and helped the monks who fell into the demonic way to regain their sanity, which was hailed as a miracle.

But what Fang Zhiyuan is doing to Jina now is the same thing as him.

Shentu Linchun was so startled that his face turned pale, and sorting out the yin energy for others was something he thought he couldn't do...

Fang Zhiyuan Mingming had never cultivated demons in his previous life, how could he be a bright and upright immortal head of Huangyang——

Someone shouted out the shock in his heart.

I don't know which great power it is, or which disciple.

"The evil star Fang Zhiyuan, he—"

In short, the man's voice was trembling, trembling with fear, "He actually practiced the method of manipulating dirty yin energy!?"

tick.

One drop of icy cold landed on the bridge of the little demon boy's nose, followed by two drops and three drops.Shentu raised his eyes, he saw that it was raining.

In the twilight, the soil is getting wet gradually, and the leaves and grass are pattering. This is a rain that has been brewing for a long time.

On the stage of mountains, seas and stars, the black air faded from Jina's face little by little.The exposed Son's face was pale and tired, but it was clean, as if the filth had been washed away by the drizzle.

Fang Zhiyuan calmly withdrew his hand, as if he had just done something insignificant like brushing off a piece of dust.Jina's body softened, and she fell into his arms unconsciously.

silence.

The sound of the rain was getting stronger, but it seemed even more silent.

Around Xingchen Terrace, too many people gathered at some point.

There are two immortal patriarchs, Baihuang and Xuanjiao, several golden-clothed monks from Jingui Palace, two ladies in charge of Furong Pavilion, three senior teachers from Zhisong Academy, and a nurse from Jiangu. Jianren and more than ten disciples, all the elders of Ziwei Pavilion, Xingxiu guardians, disciples...

There are also scattered mainstays of other sects, and dozens of casual cultivators with high cultivation bases.

All of them were staring at Fang Zhiyuan with extremely complicated eyes.

Fang Zhiyuan remained expressionless.

Suddenly, the sound of dragon chant came from the sky behind him.

"Roar……"

A huge monster with golden scales and a little fairy dressed in white fell from the sky, pulling the clouds with its five claws like thunder.

Fang Zhiyuan's expression changed.

He let go of the hand holding Jina, and Ren Shengzi fell to the ground with a thud.Regardless of turning around, he blurted out: "Brother!?"

Golden Dragon Ao Zhao stopped on the Mountain Sea Star Terrace.

But no one responded to Fang Zhiyuan's call.

Amidst the more chaotic waves of panic in the audience, Fang Zhiyuan's heart beat faster, and he flew away to the place where Ao Zhao landed in a daze.

Sure enough, he saw Lin Lingqing at first sight.

Through a layer of hazy rain, he saw Lin Lingqing's long hair was slightly disheveled, and he was holding Ao Zhao's dragon horn with one hand, trying to step on the ground.

But for some reason, the man shook violently.He couldn't stand still after touching the ground, and unexpectedly slipped and fell down, half-kneeling on the ground while supporting Jinlong's body.

With just such a movement, Fang Zhiyuan almost thought he heard the sound of every bone in his body freezing into ice.