Section 85 There is no vanity under fame

Ding Huoyun strode forward, picked up the demon sealing whip and raised the head of the pan, and smashed it down fiercely towards Shang Fucha, the whip body bent into an arc, and the whip wind howled, like a raging tide. Shang Fucha couldn't help but shake his head, the power was as great as a promise, how could an ordinary true treasure be worthy of a blow, he couldn't summon the second Asura King, so he had to flick his sleeves, purple light flew out, and turned into a true spirit martial artist holding a cooked copper stick, wearing familiar cowhide armor, his hair was like a mess, his beard was unkempt, and he couldn't even see his face clearly.

The cooked copper stick met the demon sealing whip, and with a loud bang, the true spirit martial general took three steps back, stepping out of the void into countless miserable white cracks. Ding Huoyun was unforgiving, rushed forward, the demon sealing whip was raised high, and it fell together, the true spirit martial arts general turned the cooked copper stick sideways, and the whip stick hit violently again, the sealing demon whip broke inch by inch, and fell into the clouds, the real spirit martial arts general's arms shook violently, and he couldn't hold it, and the cooked copper stick flew out of his hand, and disappeared in an instant.

Ding Huoyun dropped two short whip handles, exhaled and exhaled, and punched the opponent's chest, the castration was not fast, but the general's arms were numb, he couldn't lift it in one breath, and he didn't react like a stake, and was beaten by Ding Huoyun with a punch, and the body of the true spirit fell apart, shattering into large and small copper filings, rolling around, ups and downs.

Shang Fucha pursed his lips and blew out a breath of clear air, and the copper filings gathered in one place, condensing into a red bronze general a foot high, mottled and cracked, and the aura was lost. He was troubled in his heart, put it in his sleeve, and seeing that Ding Huoyun was approaching without reluctance, he couldn't think about it for a while, so he had to temporarily avoid the edge and negligently retreat more than ten zhang.

Ding Huoyun's real body is a spiritual cliff, not known for his speed, Shang Fucha stepped on the wind and fire, advancing and retreating like electricity, he did not chase after him, and instead pounced on the worship rotation of Daze Palace, the heavenly soldiers and generals, they were fighting fiercely with Wen Yuqing, Long Xuzi, Huang Wuzi, etc., Ding Huoyun covered up from behind, bullied the weak, and took it by surprise, and killed several people in a moment.

Shang Fucha gritted his teeth, poked his thumb into the center of his eyebrows, the skin was open, the skull was open, and there was a bloody hole between the eyebrows, and the blood gushed out, communicating vertically and horizontally, dyeing a face red.

Sanskrit sound in mid-air is rising, the sky is falling, the fragrance is fragrant, the spiritual mountain is looming, like a mirage, ethereal and traceless. Shang Fucha had aged thousands of years in an instant, his face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, his body was thin, his back was rickety, and his clothes were hunting

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