Chapter 323: The Top of the Snow Mountain, Decisive Battle!

Fang Tian Jumu Root's vitality absorbing power continued.

Everyone present, although they were not dead, were almost unconscious, and only Ouyang Lin, who was the seventh congenital weight, barely remained awake.

Under the powerful pressure of the evil god, he couldn't raise his head at all, and his heart was extremely terrified.

In the past sixty years, he has already formed a deep-rooted fear of him under the deception and coercion of the evil god, and at this moment, the evil god shows his most terrifying and crazy side, which makes him even more afraid.

God!

The descendants of the royal family originally claimed to be gods.

And the power of this evil god is even more shocking, in Ouyang Lin's eyes, it is no different from a god.

Now he seems to be able to destroy the world as long as he moves with his hands, which makes people dare not look at him directly.

What made Ouyang Lin feel strange was that Feng Ziyue was still able to continue fighting, and he was not crushed by the power of the evil god's shattered void.

Feng Ziyue frowned, his sword technique was getting tighter and tighter, but it was becoming more and more difficult to break through the defense of the eight blood-colored auras.

After the evil god absorbed his own bloodline, his seven evil ** officially broke through to the realm of the eight evils that had never been seen before, his eyes were blood-red, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was full of crazy and evil meaning.

It was as if he was no longer a human being, but the embodiment of evil!

Go crazy.

It's an old-fashioned word, but it's actually a good way to describe the current state of the evil god.

The so-called entering the demon does not mean entering the demon path, but entering a state of one's own martial arts, not controlling oneself, but controlling one's own heart.

Therefore, the old legend says that there is a so-called magic sword and magic sword, which can become extremely powerful when held in the hand, but the mind is lost, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

This is the human heart made of the sword, which has long since lost itself.

The same is true of martial arts.

The stronger the sword, the heavier the killing, the easier it is to turn into a magic sword and a magic sword, and the stronger the martial arts, but lacking the corresponding mental constraints, it will eventually become a kind of inner demon.

In the acquired martial arts, this is already the case.

Many Buddhist martial arts need to be suppressed by the profound Dharma in order to be able to train to a high level, if the Dharma cultivation is not enough, not only can not exert the power of martial arts, but will hurt themselves.

It is said that there was a Zen master in the past, greedy and diligent, and one person practiced Buddhism alone in 36 Tiangang and 72 earth, a total of 108 martial arts, and then his muscles and bones were paralyzed and became unable to move.

Fortunately, the acquired martial arts, after all, the damage is not so great, although it hurts itself, it will not be completely controlled by martial arts.

But in the congenital, martial arts are all the power to seduce heaven and earth, the power is infinite, and the person who cultivates has his own spirit, if he goes astray, it is easy to recover.

Shattered bones on the spot, that's it.

If the consciousness of martial arts destroys the soul and becomes a crazy demon from then on, it is just the essence of this martial arts, but it has long lost itself, then it is called sadness.

The state of the evil god is almost already like this.

Seven evils**, the essence is an evil word.

Although he was in the name of an evil god and behaved obediently before, he was a human being after all, and he naturally had a trace of popularity.

By this time, the last trace of popularity had already dissipated without a trace.

His eyes, blood-red and dazzling, emitted a breathtaking and strange light, his expression was treacherous, and the momentum of his whole body was indescribably disgusting and disgusting.

Evil, evil, demonic.

His whole person has been controlled by this evil exercise, and he laughs strangely.

"It's a great feeling......

The god stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Now—"

He stretched out his right arm, which had grown completely, only to see that it was crystal clear, completely skinless and fleshy, it was the white bones of the forest, and he had always maintained the state of activating the evil bone claws.

"This is the peak state of my Seven Evils** - no, since I have broken through the realm of the Eight Evils, maybe it should be called the Eight Evils** is ......"

The evil god laughed wildly, as if he was very satisfied with his appearance of not being a human or a ghost.

Feng Ziyue's expression was awe-inspiring, and he didn't dare to slack off.

His sword has been temporarily put away, and the continuous onslaught has not worked, and now that the enemy has completed the breakthrough of breaking through the void, he does not have to waste his strength needlessly.

If you want to make a move, you must look at the flaws and win with one move!

"Why, boy, are you scared at last?"

The evil god monster laughed, Huo Ran stretched out his claw, and the momentum was fast, it was three points faster than the evil bone claw just now, Feng Ziyue didn't dare to make a hard connection, shook a sword light, and floated back.

But seeing the evil god's bone claws, it changed direction, turned downward, and broke Ouyang Lin's chest open!

"This wall grass is the most annoying!"

The evil god looked at the blood dripping from his hands, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Ouyang Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, but he didn't want to lure the wolf into the house by himself, he had been a cow and a horse for sixty years, but in the end, he was the first to die.

Lord Evil God, is he crazy?

Ouyang Lin was confused in front of him, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and he was still suspicious when he was dying, and he didn't blink an eye.

Feng Ziyue's heart was cold, and he also knew that the opponent in front of him had completely lost his rationality.

He also paid attention to it just now, if the evil god made a move against the old man, he would naturally make a move to stop it, but he didn't expect that the object of the evil god's attack would be his dog Ouyang Lin.

He's really crazy.

Sometimes, an opponent who has lost his reason, that is, a madman, is more difficult to cope with than ten normal people.

Especially when this madman is also a master of breaking the void.

He can ignore any destruction at all, regardless of the consequences.

"What, are you unhappy with me for killing?"

The evil god laughed again and again, reached out and grabbed it, and tore the little four in half.

His heart was full of the urge to kill, as if he didn't kill a few people in one move, his heart would not be happy.

Feng Ziyue frowned, these people have a bad character, and if they die, they will die, and they have nothing to do with him.

But looking at the evil god's indiscriminate killing of innocents, it is really disgusting.

"Evil god, what's the point of killing these people who can't resist!"

Feng Ziyue pointed to the top of the snow-capped mountain opposite, and said with a proud smile: "If you have the ability, can you dare to fight with me on the top of the mountain?"

Changchun Valley is surrounded by two snow-capped mountains, one is slightly higher, and the waterfall at the bottom of the valley is flying down from the top of the snow-capped peak, just like a silver line, in the sun, it is very beautiful.

What Fengziyue refers to is the top of the mountain where this waterfall is located.

This snow-capped mountain waterfall is also a wonder, if it weren't for the vitality brought by Fang Tian's giant wood roots, this snow-capped mountain would never have melted so quickly on the south-facing side, forming this magical waterfall.

This snow-capped mountain, with thousands of weather and no people, is just right for master duels.

Especially the killing aura outside the valley, the other party's Heavenly Giant Wood Root gathers vitality and helps the evil god recover, which can have a certain suppressive effect, and Feng Ziyue is exactly this abacus.

The evil god is now in a state of confusion, where can he think so much?

He laughed wryly, "Okay, as long as you kid, don't take the opportunity to run away!"

I saw that his figure swept away, and he didn't stop, volleying into the void, stepping on the silver-like waterfall, flying up, straight to the top of the snow-capped mountain in the vast sea of clouds.

He was relieved.

Feng Ziyue sighed, helped the old man up, and brought him into the cold pool stone building.

The evil god has become like this, Lao Jitou and Ruan Suho, I don't know if they can still live, after today's battle, no matter what the result is, Changchun Valley will no longer exist, what kind of cold pool stone building, the rule of not being able to enter people, is long gone.

Xiaoyi had just been absorbed into the vitality and passed out next to Ruan Suhe, who was already unconscious, Feng Ziyue woke her up, fed her a pill, and carefully checked the condition of Ruan Suhe and the old planner.

I saw that the bloodlines of these two people were taken away, and they both became ordinary people.

The old man is okay, he has not yet cultivated martial arts, although he lacks bloodline and many abilities, but he has not been affected too much.

Ruan Suhe was seriously injured, and her original martial arts were not weak, so her bloodline was taken away, her foundation was damaged, and her martial arts were backfired, so it was inevitable that she would be injured again.

Just now, they were sucked out of life by Fang Tianju's wood root, and now they are unconscious, and they are very miserable.

Fortunately, it didn't seem that there was a danger to their lives, and Feng Ziyue fed them another pill to let them continue to sleep, and when they woke up, they should be much better.

Xiaoyi was worried about his father's safety, and after a while, he also went out of the curved bridge, pulled the middle-aged man back, and begged Feng Ziyue to save him.

Feng Ziyue glanced at it, "Your father is fine, it's just that his vitality has been robbed, and after a while, he will naturally recover." ”

He didn't have a good impression of this middle-aged man, so naturally he wouldn't bother to treat him.

In fact, it is true, although these people are sucked out of life, but in the end not all, but only a small part, although it is inevitable to shorten the life span in the future, but a few days of rest, at least on the surface it should be fine.

Xiaoyi thanked Feng Ziyue, and dragged several old people in, Feng Ziyue sighed, and knew that this little girl was very kind-hearted, although others wanted to send her to death, she could still repay her grievances with virtue.

In this Changchun Valley, there are still good people after all.

At this moment, I heard the sound of a strange laugh in the valley, it was the evil god.

"Boy, I've climbed to the top of the snowy mountain!

The voice echoed through the valley.

Dare to fight - dare to fight!

Fengzi Yue let out a clear roar, as a response.

"How dare not!"

What would you not dare?

The first Chu madman in the world, when he was about to fight, he didn't know how much higher his martial arts were than Feng Ziyue, but Feng Ziyue never had the heart of cowardice.

This evil god, although he is a master of breaking the void.

But it is a master of breaking the void who has lost his mind, such a martial artist, how can Feng Ziyue be afraid of it?

He himself is already at the peak of the innate nature, the way of the sword is to the realm, with the Martial Emperor's immortal true dragon body, the body that does not leak, and he knows the two strokes of the Eight Methods of the Imperial Sword, the sixth style of the Sword God Technique, the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Momentum, and the Nine Heavens Dragon Yin Sword Qi and other void-breaking sword techniques.

Faintly, there is also an opportunity for a breakthrough.

It's really not good, and there is the nameless swordsmanship, the last trick to fight for life.

Feng Ziyue has been afraid of who will come all his life!

He was full of pride in his chest, stepped out of the door, flew up, and stepped on the silver-like waterfall, and recoiled.

This Changchun Valley is really a special place.

Every time Feng Ziyue's figure took a step, he could feel that the murderous aura increased by one point, and the vitality decreased by one point.

This is exactly the effect of Fang Tian's giant wood root, in this Changchun Valley, it has been accumulated for thousands of years, and now although it has been taken away by the evil god, for a while, the vitality has not dissipated, and it can last for a long time.

However, one day, the vitality will dissipate, and the thousand-year-old Changchun Valley will inevitably end up frozen after all.

At that time, the inhabitants of this group are afraid that it will be difficult to survive.

Whether Feng Ziyue wins or the evil god wins, this Heavenly Giant Wood Root will still be taken away after all.

After all, they can't continue to steal life in this valley.

All the way up, the murderous aura is getting stronger, and the cold is naturally heavier.

When you reach the top edge of the waterfall, you can see that many of the splashes have turned into ice droplets, which reflect colorful light in the sunlight.

The water flowing through the ice wall and turning into a line is truly magical.

And further up, there are ice walls and rocks, snow-capped mountains, and the ice surface is smooth, just like a mirror, reflecting his fluttering figure.

An ancient sword in white, a heroic boy.

On the top of the snowy mountain, there will be a battle!

He finally set foot on the top of the snowy mountain!

The evil god was waiting at the top of the mountain, and he was whirling in the air restlessly, as if he had little patience.

The expression on his face became even more strange, originally he only had red pupils, but now even his entire eyeballs have turned blood red, looking hideous and terrifying.

The clothes on the two arms, I don't know when he tore them off, revealing two ** arms.

No - it can't be said to be an arm, only a skeleton as clear as jade.

Just now, it was just the palm of the hand, but now, it has spread to the upper arm.

I'm afraid that this trend will continue, and it won't be long before he will be covered in this skeletal shape.

However, this change did not affect his strength, and around the body of the evil god, eight blood-colored auras flew back and forth.

His momentum was a little stronger than just now.

It seems that the realm of the eight evils is still being improved.

Feng Ziyue was not worried, he also knew that this crazy growth realm was not the truth, but just an illusion.

When a person goes mad, there will often be a period of time when he shows martial arts that are much higher than himself, such as his strength becomes particularly strong and his moves become particularly fierce.

But without exception, after a period of time, the harm of going mad will be revealed, and this martial arts realm will slowly decline.

However, for Feng Ziyue, he didn't mind fighting the strongest evil god!

The battle intent in his chest boiled, and the bronze ancient sword was revealed.

"Evil God, let's shoot!"

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, Feng Ziyue's white clothes fluttered, just like a lonely and cold swordsman, lonely and boundless, above the top.

The evil god laughed wildly, and his claws came out together, grabbing towards Feng Ziyue's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The figure disappeared suddenly, and such a speed was actually to the extent that Feng Ziyue's naked eyes and divine sense could not grasp it at the same time!