The Demon King and Jin Zhiyuan are still fighting inseparably, and the two have been fighting from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to night.

Tong Yan has been riding on the back of the white dragon from beginning to end, although he is a little bored, but he does not dare to slack off.

As time passed, the dark clouds in the sky finally slowly dispersed. At the same time, the dazzling stars quickly emerged from the dark clouds like white elves, and bloomed themselves with all their might.

Seeing that there were more and more stars, more and more clear, Tong Yan showed a long-lost smile. Since he inexplicably crossed paths with the stars last night, he seems to love these stars in the dark more and more, he regards them as his relatives and friends, and sees them as his back. As long as he is with them, he can be fearless and can move forward.

Perhaps feeling the warmth of Tong Yan's heart, the nine-pointed star mark in his palm suddenly flickered, and then, countless starlight shone towards him, and slowly flowed from the nine-pointed star mark to all parts of his body.

In the sea of starlight, Tong Yan feels like a fish, carefree and can do whatever he wants.

Inexplicably, he fell asleep like this.

In his dream, he found himself standing in front of a golden gate. The door shimmered with a dazzling golden light, glaring but warm.

He walked forward step by step, and was soon completely enveloped in golden light, and then passed through the gate and entered an inexplicable space.

Here he saw countless points of light, fluttering, jumping, and playing happily.

But the sudden arrival of Tong Yan caught them off guard, and they all stepped back, not daring to step forward.

Tong Yan looked at them stupidly, and then showed a gentle smile. Perhaps because of his smile, these points of light slowly gathered around him after a moment of vigilance, until finally they wrapped his whole body.

Tong Yan didn't drive them away, nor did he hate them, he seemed to enjoy the feeling, and the light points drifted more and more, more and more, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

And at the moment when Tong Yan was completely immersed in the dream, the battle in the sky finally gradually pushed forward.

Although the Demon King's body was scarred, he still did not fall behind. On the other hand, Jin Zhiyuan, he was out of breath, and he had lost all his previous ferocity.

The Demon King once said that this is the Destruction Realm, and there are special rules. Even if Jin Zhiyuan fused with the divine body, he could not truly become a god. As long as the divine power in the divine body is exhausted, there will be not much difference between this divine body and the corpse of ordinary people.

As it turned out, he was right. After such a high-intensity duel, the divine power in Jin Zhiyuan's body is really getting less and less, and as a result, it is becoming more and more difficult for Jin Zhiyuan to get rid of the demon king. But on the contrary, the opportunity of the demon king has quietly come.

It can't be said that the Demon King has always had reservations, it can only be said that he has always been on the defensive, not a strong attack. He was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to kill Jin Zhiyuan in one fell swoop, and now, he felt that the time had come, and the horn of counterattack had finally sounded at this moment.

I saw the demon king slap out with a palm, and a red palm print immediately hit Jin Zhiyuan head-on.

Seeing this, Jin Zhiyuan did not dodge, and hurriedly waved his fists to face it head-on. I only heard a loud "bang", and the fist print and the palm print collided solidly, and the strength of the two was equal, and they were directly canceled out.

This time, it seems that there is no difference between the top and the bottom, but the demon king is talking and laughing freely, but Jin Zhiyuan is sweating profusely and panting like a cow.

The demon king looked at Jin Zhiyuan, laughed and said, "The surname is Jin, didn't you clamore to kill me before?" Come on, why haven't you been able to kill me for so long? Yo, what's wrong with you? Tired? If you're really tired, don't hold on, it's better to rest in peace! Speaking of this, the red light in his eyes flashed, and the red ** qi that was dispersed outside his body was directly sucked back into his body. Then he closed his hands again, slowly pulled them apart, and a red ** knife appeared.

Seeing this, Jin Zhiyuan's face became more and more ugly, he knew that he was likely to capsize in the gutter this time, and there would be death or life, but people like them, even if they died, they must be pulled on their backs.

And of course, this cushion is not the Demon King, because he can't fight the Demon King at all, so he once again fell his gaze to Tong Yan not far below.

Tong Yan was sitting cross-legged on the white dragon's back, his eyes closed. At this time, it is the best time to kill him in one fell swoop.

Jin Zhiyuan had evil thoughts in his heart, and immediately gave up the demon king, leaned down, and pounced on Tong Yan.

The Demon King looked down, and his face suddenly changed greatly. He can see that he can kill Jin Zhiyuan, if Jin Zhiyuan harms Tong Yan at this time, his desire to leave the Destruction Realm will be shattered.

So he must not let Jin Zhiyuan get his wish, he must protect Tong Yan.

"Jin Zhiyuan, your opponent is me. If you have the ability, you can fight me for another 300 rounds. He shouted as he scurried away.

But Jin Zhiyuan is determined to kill Tong Yan (Wu Bufan), how can he ignore the clamor of the demon king.

The white dragon carrying Tong Yan saw Jin Zhiyuan killing fiercely, and quickly took Tong Yan to turn his head and fly.

Fortunately, the speed of the white dragon is not slow, and although Jin Zhiyuan tried his best, he couldn't catch up for a while.

In fact, the most anxious person at the moment is Jin Zhiyuan, the divine power in his body is getting weaker and weaker, and when it is completely exhausted, he can only abandon this divine body and turn into a soul body to make plans again.

But without the assistance of the divine body, he is basically equivalent to a soldier who has taken off his armor, and if he wants to save his life, it will be even more difficult.

And just when he was anxious and in a dilemma, five figures suddenly rushed up from the ground and directly blocked the way of the white dragon.

The five people who came here were not bystanders, they were the five first-grade soul officials of the Tower of Babel. Although Jin Zhiyuan asked them to guard the Tower of Babel, they were worried about Jin Zhiyuan's safety, so they still arrived here quietly. But in this way, Tong Yan's situation has become precarious.

As soon as Bai Long saw that these five guys were blocking his way, he immediately opened his big mouth and spewed out a strong wind.

But the strength of these five first-grade soul officials was extremely good, and as soon as the strong wind spit out by the white dragon approached, it was blocked by these five people together.

Not only that, but the five of them actually exerted the power of the five elements, and the five rays of light suddenly emanated from their palms, turning into a five-colored net, overwhelmingly towards the white dragon.

As soon as the white dragon saw it, he was about to adjust his direction and flee from here. But at this moment when he was delaying, Jin Zhiyuan's thief actually caught up.

"Wu Bufan, obediently prepare to die!"