The sawscale snake is a non-venomous snake, but with its sharp serrated scales, the power of strangulation is more threatening than any toxin.

Zhang Fan was trapped in the snake, his face remained unchanged, but he drove the Lingao shield to move rapidly around his body, forming a shield wall, barely resisting the strangulation of the demon snake at first.

This is just an expedient measure, visible to the naked eye, the shield wall is being compressed step by step, and the light on the Lingao shield is gradually dimming, and it seems that it will not last long.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan's expression did not move, but through the double patio formed by the demon snake's body and shield, looking up at the nine heavens, the cloud eagle flew into the clouds again, not in a high place, until it was no longer visible.

It's time, a cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and his heart moved, and the sky around him suddenly darkened.

A huge three-legged golden wufa suddenly appeared behind him, its wings spread wide, looking up at the sky, and its eyes were full of unruliness.

The black flames around him rose, and the golden crow suddenly roared, and the transparent ripples spread to the boundless place with it as the center.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth changed color.

Unruly, unyielding, with a long roar, the mountains and rivers shook, the world was reversed, and the peerless demeanor of a generation of demon kings was revealed.

The golden black fire feather is the ontological supernatural power of the demon beast, revealing the contempt of the weak and the strong, and treating all creatures as grass mustard.

This style of "wind and rain" is the demon king of the world, who raised an army against the sky, roared, and no one dared to stand on a high place.

The stage and position are different, and the mentality and momentum are also very different. So, wouldn't the next step......

Silently understanding, Zhang Fan realized.

If the earth hinders me, I will break it, and if the heavens stand in my way, it will break it. In line with the artistic conception of it, Zhang Fan laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed on the Soul Falling Bell, and shouted, pouring in the spiritual power of his body like a flood.

The Fallen Soul Bell rang with joy, and the bell rang through the sky.

The tangible sound of bells and the invisible howls mingled and harmonized, shaking the spirits of all living beings in their range.

In the clouds, the high-flying eagle eye lost focus, tumbled and fell;

On the earth, the smug hideous color of the saw-scaled snake froze, and the continuous winding like a stormy wave stopped;

......

Out of reach.

A girl in white clothes smiled coquettishly and strangled a young man's neck with a gauze and pulled it closer. The tender white little hand suddenly paused, and his expression was stunned: "This voice ......"

"Oops. When he came back to his senses, the young man's neck had fallen crooked on his shoulder, and he had been inadvertently strangled by the girl.

The girl stomped her foot, and then turned to joy: "Interesting." ”

......

In a dense wood, the girl in the animal skin showed a gentle look on her face, took a small green snake from the branch, and gently stroked it in her hand.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed, and the little snake in her hand writhed even more in fear.

The girl's expression soothed, and she silently comforted the little snake, as if nothing could leave a trace in her heart, only the golden bells on her wrists and ankles, euphemistically expressing her feelings.

......

An ordinary-looking disciple in Tsing Yi walked through the forest with a cold expression.

Suddenly, turning around, a large number of talismans flew out. In the grass at the target, a hidden blue-clad monk was scarred out, his limbs trembling, his face full of disbelief and remorse, and he was not dead for a while.

The disciple in Tsing Yi stepped forward silently, stretched out his hand, and suddenly paused, his face showed a look of attentive listening, and after a while, he regained his calm, and his slender fingers put on the neck of the monk in blue clothes.

Taking off the Qiankun bag and getting up, he looked at the plain in front of him, pondered, and walked over.

......

The body of a sheep, the eyes under the armpits, the tiger's teeth and claws, the big head and the huge mouth, the fifth son of the dragon, and the gluttonous law appeared in mid-air.

The huge mouth was open, like a whirlpool, and a demon beast with teeth and claws struggling desperately, but it was still inhaled step by step.

In the middle of the night, the carapace of the sword mantis fell empty, and the flesh and blood Neidan disappeared without a trace.

The gluttonous Dharma phase dispersed, and the white and chubby monk under it touched his belly, burped, and showed a satisfied look on his face.

Suddenly, the fat ears moved, and he looked into the distance in surprise, raised his eyebrows, and muttered, "Which guy is it?"

The first day, the first moment, the valley of no return was already full of blood, and Zhang Fan's first battle was also at the last moment.

The soul of the cloud eagle is obscured, like a meteorite falling from the sky, falling from the sky, if it continues like this, it will naturally die and be lifeless, but if it can wake up in time, it may not be lifeless.

It's a pity that this vitality was immediately snuffed out by a small ring.

The amorous ring flew up from Zhang Fan's hand, turning into a pillar of light to the sky, and the next moment, a ring of spiritual power emerged from the eagle's beak, wings, and claws, locking the cloud eagle firmly like a zongzi, even if it could wake up at the critical moment, for a while, it couldn't break free.

That is, it is dead.

Zhang Fan no longer paid attention, and set his eyes on the demon snake that gradually woke up, and its huge body began to twist again like a gear.

Taking a deep breath, regardless of the paleness of his face, Zhang Fan pushed his spiritual power to the limit, and the Falling Soul Bell and Spirit Ao Shield instantly lost their support and fell to the ground.

The three-legged golden wufa behind him changed his breath, and his demonic aura overflowed, and at the same time, the five-colored aura flashed on his hand.

"Give it to me, get up!" Zhang Fan roared, and a huge palm composed of five-colored brilliance flowed and suddenly appeared seven inches away from the demon snake, pinched it violently, and lifted it.

- Innate and angry.

As soon as the saw-scaled snake's gaze changed from blank to fierce, it felt that the vital point was pinched, and immediately screamed in panic.

Under the chaos of the gods, there was no time to think about it, the instincts of the snakes dominated its reactions.

As soon as the snake is pinched in the vital place, the sharp fangs lose its effect, and the snake's first reaction is to throw its body up, and the arm that holds it is tightly entangled and twisted.

If the arm is entangled first and loses its strength, it will naturally get out of trouble and bite back. But if the snake itself is pinched first, it will lose its ability to resist and hang down like a hemp rope.

The problem is that the innate grasp of the palm composed of pure spiritual energy, how can there be an arm to speak of, the saw-scale snake is naturally entangled in the air, and its huge body is thrown up like a whip, and then falls weakly.

The demon snake suddenly felt bad, not only did it not hurt the enemy, but instead made the other party get out of his own killing array, and he was a little flustered, and struggled desperately in mid-air and writhed.

The huge palm was cracked inch by inch by this huge force, and it was about to dissipate.

But it was too late, and in the frightened gaze of the saw-scaled snake, the black arrow was slowly mounted on the falling bow, and the scene of the past reappeared.

A new scorched black scar appeared on the ground, and the Wind Blade and the Fire Feather scrambled to burrow through the wounds inflicted by their predecessors, bursting, and at close range, the terrifying power of the Golden Crow Fire Feather was fully displayed.

The huge body of the saw-scaled snake was shocked from afar, and the upper half of the flesh and blood were blurred, and smashed into a small lake a hundred zhang away, and the snake's blood spread, dying the lake bright red like a sunset, and only a small section of the tail was dragged on the ground by the lake, twitching unconsciously.

At the same time, with a bang, Yun Ying chiseled into the ground fiercely, and the huge momentum made a large amount of blood spurt out like a fountain in all directions, with a radius of dozens of zhang, and the red blood spots shone like stars, which was quite poignant.

"It's finally over!" Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt that his legs were weak for a while, his head was empty, his spiritual power was exhausted, and he wanted to cover his head and fall asleep.

ps: When writing about this war, new ideas, and then the plot came up one after another, and unconsciously, it was too long to write, and I couldn't help but want to shout: "It's finally over." ”