Fortune Shrine

Chapter 3435 Beheading

"How is it possible? How could..."

"you you……"

Wuwang Daoist looked at Fang Yi as if he had seen a ghost, his eyeballs seemed to fall out.

The majestic prince of the blood clan, the peak powerhouse of the sixth level of the avenue, turned into Fang Yi, which he never thought of anyway, even though he always felt that something was wrong, the way of clouds and mist and the way of water are so familiar, but No matter what, he didn't dare to think about it, after all, he was a sixth-level Daoist.

And Fang Yi is only at the second level of the Dao, and a warrior with the second level of the Dao actually controls a sixth level of the Dao. Is this really possible?

Even looking at this scene clearly at this moment, his eyes are full of disbelief.

"You...you kill God?"

At this moment, he could only think of that legend, the legend about killing gods.

Because only in this way can he explain everything and let him accept everything.

Fang Yi ignored him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, evoking an evil smile, like a messenger of death, making people feel cold when they just glanced at him.

brush!

The next moment, the Immortal Trapping Sword fell down again, wrapped in an extremely fierce aura, like a blade that opened the sky, tearing towards the Wuwang Daoist.

"You are bold!" Daoist Wuwang was furious, his eyes protruding, as if about to spew sparks.

But it's a pity that just as he was about to make a move, the severe injury caused to him by the man-killing monument before made him grin in pain.

The Human Killing Monument is extremely domineering, and how can ordinary people be able to bear it? It is as powerful as the Hopeless Daoist, and it is impossible to not be affected by a blow.

Suddenly, the two figures fought together again.

The horrific killing aura instantly filled the air, like a roaring giant wave.

The force field also shrouded out, like mountains, pressing down on the hopeless Taoist.

"This! Impossible, the way of strength..., how could you..."

It was also at this moment that Wuwang Daoist's pupils shrank dramatically, filled with horror.

If the person in front of him is really a god of killing, it would be fine if he had mastered the Immortal Trapping Sword. How could he still be able to master the way of water?The way of harmony?

It is extremely difficult to control the Immortal Trapping Sword by itself, and one must have a very deep understanding of the Immortal Trapping Formation. Even if others control Fang Yi's body, it is almost impossible to control the Immortal Trapping Sword in a short period of time.

Not to mention, there are two avenues controlled by Fang Yi, the way of water and the way of strength.

This is totally impossible.

No one can completely condense these two avenues in a short period of time, not even killing a god, unless he has condensed these two avenues early in the morning, but this is too coincidental.

Then, there is only one last possibility left, and the person in front of him is Fang Yi.

"Little thief, it really is you!!"

The hopeless Taoist priest was hysterical, his pupils were exposed and covered with bloodshot eyes.

Apparently, his hatred for Fang Yi has reached the extreme. He has been dumped all the way from Shenmo Mountain. Now, he is trapped in this inner world, and the anger in his heart can be imagined .

However, seeing through Fang Yi's identity made people feel a little more relaxed.

Although he didn't understand why Fang Yi occupied the body of Prince Longyan and had the strength of the sixth level of the Dao.

But, that's all.

There is nothing but the divine power of the sixth level of the great way, but the six great ways gathered by Prince Longyan cannot be used by him. Moreover, the firmness of this inner world is naturally not as good as the real sixth level of the great way.

At least he thought so.

"Little thief, if you don't go to heaven, there is no way to hell... Today you will definitely die."

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Daoist Wuwang's mouth, and he looked at Fang Yi as if he were looking at a dead person.

Fang Yi's continuous escape made him extremely distressed, he was unable to trap Fang Yi, and he came to catch a turtle in an urn. At this moment, Fang Yi actually sought his own death, escaped into the inner world, and came to choose between two.

For him, this is undoubtedly a great thing, good thing, he almost forgot that he was being seriously injured at the moment, and the Fang Yi in front of him was no longer the Fang Yi he used to be.

Perhaps this is a kind of persistence. Fang Yi's escape all the time made him wish he could tear Fang Yi into pieces.

At this moment, it was as if he had seen this kind of hope.

However, he forgot that Fang Yi is no longer the same Fang Yi as before.

And he is no longer what he used to be.

"idiot!"

The corner of Fang Yi's mouth revealed a hint of disdain, and the Immortal Sword in his hand became brighter and brighter. On the other side, the monument of killing people was like a living thing, turning into a mountain of ten thousand feet, and suppressing it towards the hopeless Daoist.

what! !

Feeling these two terrifying attacks, at this moment, the hopeless Taoist priest seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and his face changed drastically.

The figure couldn't help retreating violently, and at the same time, four terrifying sword shadows around him attacked and killed.

But it's a pity that the sword shadow at this moment is much darker than that of his heyday, and after this blow, blood can't help gushing from the corner of his mouth.

It can be seen that the blow before the killing monument caused him great trauma, so that he has become the end of his strength at this moment.

"No! This is absolutely impossible!!"

Aware of his own state, Wuwang Daoist's eyes were full of unwillingness, and the corners of his mouth twitched showing a ferocious look.

But all of this was in vain under the terrifying attack of the Human Killing Monument and the Trapped Immortal Sword, and the majestic energy instantly swallowed the Hopeless Daoist in it.

boom! !

There was another loud bang, and within the roaring energy, as if something had been blown away, a splash of bright red splashed, dyeing the sky red.

There was also an unwilling howl, full of grief and anger.

After all the energy dissipated, the weak expression and the unwilling and desperate face of Taoist Wuwang appeared before his eyes again.

"you you……"

He pointed at Fang Yi and wanted to say something, but the blood in his mouth couldn't help but spurt out first.

Maybe he never dreamed that he would have such a day.

It's no wonder that a mere Dao Erzhong, in his eyes, was just an ant-like existence, but now, he actually fell on the body of this ant, how could he believe it, and how could he accept it.

Boom! !

Fang Yi stepped forward step by step, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

To be able to cut Wuwang Daoist under the sword, to be honest, he himself was very excited.

Of course, all of this is not all due to him, there is the divine power in Prince Longyan's body, the terrifying erosive power of someone killing the stele, and the domineering sword of trapping the fairy, etc., but all of this is due to his plan, So it's okay to attribute it to him.

As a second level Daoist, he was able to cut a warrior at the sixth level of the Dao under the sword, no matter what the reason was, he was proud of that alone.

Hahaha! ! !

In the weird space, his wanton laughter echoed.

"You... what are you going to do?" Compared with this, Wuwang Daoist's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, his face was pale and bloodless.

"What? What do you say?"

Fang Yi grinned, a splash of bright red splashed, and everything was over.

……

(End of this chapter)