At this time, Fang Yuan couldn't take care of the surrounding situation, and was just bent on stopping the golden fat man.

This person is holding a golden pestle, which can be described as invincible, and he sits down and wanders in all directions.

He was originally a very strong character, plus he borrowed the momentum of the dragon, wandering between, waving the golden pestle, but also sweeping the void, fierce and fierce, in the face of this kind of opponent, often people have a sense of helplessness, the power of magic hit him, he seemed to be completely unconscious, hard next, and the use of martial arts, and could not break his body at all, like an itch.

But he himself, but has an indescribable frenzied force, the golden pestle is incomparable, scraping is death, rubbing is injury, where the golden streamer passes, it seems to suppress everything, imprisoned, it can be said, when you encounter this kind of opponent, you can't beat him, you can only be beaten, no matter who it is, you will feel an abnormal headache, like facing an invincible weird state!

But Fang Yuan gritted his teeth at this time, staring at this golden-bodied fat man.

With a bang, the opponent's golden pestle smashed, he performed eight footwork, leaned over, and the sword intent in his hand was condensed like electricity, and slashed at his neck, although he failed to hurt the fat man, but he also slashed him into a rage, and shouted angrily.

With a diagonal wave of his palm, a big hand suddenly became a hundred and ten zhang long, as big as a small mountain, and grabbed it straight towards Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan cast the magic seal, the immortal willow behind him appeared, and thousands of willow strands flew out together, wrapped around the hand of the golden-bodied fat man, and pulled it to the left with force, and at the same time, a Vermilion Bird Lei Ling jumped out in front of him, and spread his huge wings, wrapped in dazzling thunder and lightning all over his body, mighty and mighty, and crashed towards the golden-bodied fat man, and grabbed it sharply with both claws.

Rumble!

Suzaku collided and was shattered by a punch from the fat man with a golden body, and the dazzling thunder and lightning immediately wrapped around him, and seemed to turn into a sea of thunder, but the fat man was not injured by such a terrifying thunderbolt, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and a heavy angry shout sounded.

The surrounding thunder and lightning were dispersed by this spring thunder at the bottom of the tongue, and even Fang Yuan was shocked to a stiff body, and his movements slowed down slightly.

The golden-bodied fat man waited for an opportunity to hit with a pestle, Fang Yuan swung his sword to resist, and fell out of a hundred and ten zhang away.

But before the figure stopped, it had already turned over and jumped, and once again rushed over in the void, with a fierce attack.

Tumbling and rolling like this, the two of them have been fighting for most of the day, this fat man with a golden body, the feeling in his heart is already extremely weird, and he clearly feels that Fang Yuan is no different from other cultivators, and there is no special method to break his golden body, it stands to reason that he should also win it with lightning speed, but he has been entangled for so long, and he has always failed to work.

Whenever he performs some arrogant magic tricks, but he always dodges them lightly, and even has time to fight back at every turn, which makes the golden fat man can't even figure out, how did he avoid so many magic powers?

And sometimes, he clearly hit him, and he was actually supported by his gritted teeth.

"I'll see how long you can hide......"

The temperament of a fat man with a golden body has been obsessed for a long time, and he can't help but move the open flame.

In the loud shouting, the figure flew around, the golden light condensed around him, and he actually turned into a three-headed and six-armed appearance, looking at the six roads, listening to the eight directions, each of the six hands holding a golden pestle, like a windmill towards Fang Yuan, until the void trembled.

"The heat is not enough ......"

And at this time, Fang Yuan was also covered in blood.

He has been fighting with the golden fat man for so long, although most of the strength has been unloaded, or dodged, but he has also taken a lot of solidly, and there are many cracks on the body that has been shaken, and a body of bones is broken and broken, and broken again and again, I don't know how many times, the blood is rolling, wetting the green robe, but he is still gritting his teeth and holding on, maintaining the tightness of his divine thoughts.

However, he also has his own reliance on this.

At the beginning of the Jin family in Tianlai City, the old lady Jin planted an immortal willow for him, but it was a divine object, when Fang Yuan's cultivation was low, he didn't show much divine might, and now he has broken through the threshold of the Supreme Yuan Infant, the power of this divine object is more and more reflected, it can be said that if this battle was not for the immortal willow and other divine objects that give him vitality from time to time and repair his injuries in a short time, he would have been unable to hold it for a long time.

And the other reliance is his foundation, since he was a child, Fang Yuan has been practicing diligently, and his foundation is very solid, his temperament of cultivating the Fa, it stands to reason that the progress of his cultivation should be very slow, but because of the Tianyan technique, it makes his cultivation progress quite fast, many people seem, will think that he is advancing by leaps and bounds, and his foundation is unstable, but in fact it is the opposite.

With this solid foundation, Fang Yuan can fight, walk, attack hard, and use his strength to unload.

This is the reason why the fat man with a golden body repeatedly feels that he has been cornered, but he is always in a desperate situation!

Of course, this battle is still very bitter.

Every step is dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will not be able to doom......

Especially when I saw the golden fat man using the method of three heads and six arms, the situation was even more desperate.

"It's a kind of practice!"

Fang Yuan gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his sword again.

Fight to the death, never retreat!

......

......

"He's about to reach his limit, trap him ......"

And on another battlefield, Wang Xuan, the son of the Wang family, with the strength of one person, faced the ten god corpses and Lu Xinyao's three major puppets, these ten god corpses, all of them were the Daozi of the Yuan Infant realm before their deaths, and now although they only have seventy percent of their strength left, they are not afraid of life and death, only one evil intent and murderous aura, and the ten god corpses join forces, which is also extremely terrifying, and it is unimaginably powerful.

After a vicious battle, Wang Xuan had already smashed four divine corpses, but he himself had also suffered a lot of evil methods.

What's even more terrifying is that the three puppets that were controlled by Lu Xinyao are all at the level of the ancestor of the Yuanying who is sitting on one side, and they joined forces at this time, and they did not lose their senses, and with the six god corpses, they looked even more old and gloomy, so they sat next to them, and almost the entire vicious fight came down, and they did not fight hard with Wang Xuan head-on, but they were not seriously injured, and they were still preserving their strength.

But under such entanglement, there have been cracks in the Dao Dao on Wang Xuan's body.

Even above his forehead, there were wisps of purple light rising, as if he had reached the verge of the collapse of the divine child.

These three puppet ancestors were all overjoyed: "After all, he still survived ...... death"

For these old monsters, the control of the battle situation has almost become instinct, from the very beginning, they don't need to be reminded by Lu Xinyao, they know that they can't resist against a madman like Wang Xuan, because almost no one can be stronger than him in terms of fighting spirit, these people have tempered their fighting spirit from the side of the devil, they are strong-willed, invincible, and if they are tough, no one is an opponent.

Such an opponent can only entangle him to death and entangle him.

Today's Wang Xuan is the end of the strong crossbow, relying on a pill given to him by Fang Yuan, which stimulates all the remaining potential to fight, it can be said that he is burning his last life in exchange for the boundless strength, wouldn't they suffer a loss if they fought hard?

Just pester him, and after a long time, he himself will collapse.

And as it turned out, a big battle came down, from noon to night, and then until the early hours of the morning.

As time passed, Wang Xuan also seemed to have gradually reached the limit, his physical body, due to the severe crumbling, has been a little disobedient, the martial arts are not as exquisite as before, and his soul is also dissipating at an accelerated pace, like a candle about to burn to the end, the fire crow army around him began to become sluggish at this time, without the previous agility.

"Is this the end of it?"

Even Wang Xuan himself seemed to be covered with a faint layer of sorrow on his face.

He didn't have the ferocity before, but seemed to be a little lost, his eyes swept around, and he saw the expressionless god corpse, and the smile on the faces of the three puppet old men, but his heart was a little sad, and he sighed in a low voice: "Three hundred years of penance, countless vicious battles, just want one to be at ease, but unfortunately, I didn't wait for the day when the catastrophe came, and I was going to die......"

"Hate only hate, it will be controlled, and it will be a shame to make a big mistake......"

"Complain only resentfully, when death is on the verge of death, can't you kill a strong enemy?"

“......”

“......”

Rumble!

Fang Yuan didn't know how many times he had been knocked away by the fat man with a golden body, and the blood on his body had already stained a green robe, it was an endless demon spirit, and they were all put away at this time, he was different from Chengtian Sword Cultivation after all, the other party cultivated the sword spirit in order to borrow the power of the sword spirit, but Fang Yuan used his own sword intent to destroy the demon spirit, and in the case that the demon spirit was not suitable for combat, it consumed his strength.

But when the injury reached this point, Fang Yuan's face was still unusually calm, always stopping in front of the golden fat man, even until now, it seemed that he had no hope of killing the golden fat man, but he still stuck here, not taking half a step back.

"You're already extraordinary, one of the strongest young people I've ever met, so why do you have to fight this far?"

King Fudo Ming looked at Fang Yuan, his face showed a strange look, but he seemed calm.

"Because I know what I'm going to do!"

Fang Yuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and replied in a low voice: "So no matter how much it costs, it feels worth it, so I will do it!"

"Do you think we are people without faith?"

The fat man turned to look at him, his expression a little strange.

Fang Yuan glanced up at them and said, "What beliefs do you have?"

The golden-bodied fat man was silent for a long time before he said, "You shouldn't ask me, if you have the opportunity to meet my lord, you will understand!"

"Actually, I'd love to see him!"

Fang Yuan remembered what Dao Yuan really understood, nodded, and then said, "But now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Not bad!"

The golden fat man nodded and said: "Belief is only useful to yourself, now, you still have to talk about the situation, even if he even gives up the opportunity to enter reincarnation, what can you do, this battle of dragon traces, you will still lose after all!"

Fang Yuan said: "Now we have the majority of wins!"

There was a sneer on the face of the King of Fudo Ming: "Seriously, I didn't underestimate you, but you're only here!"

"It's not me!"

Fang Yuan slowly shook his head and said, "You are underestimating them!"

King Fudo Ming smiled, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly his face changed slightly, and he looked in one direction.