Zhang Fan's deity, the three-legged Golden Crow Fa Xiang, the Great Treasure Jian, the Ten Thousand Sword Diagram, and the Yan Dragon Heart all erupted in unison, bombarding head-on;

Under the cooperation of the two, since the completion of Jindan, the strongest power exploded instantly, and the aura in the sky, all kinds of supernatural powers, turned into angry seas and swept out.

Under this terrifying power, Ni Sang stood on the altar on one foot, like a reef in the middle of a great wave, bearing endless attacks in vain.

Whether it was the human-headed demon god that was cast at the beginning, or the Nether Spell that erupted later, all the sacrifices of all things collapsed and scattered under this continuous impact, leaving only the essence that had accumulated for thousands of years in the altar to explode and resist temporarily.

"Whew!~"

At this moment, an inhuman roar suddenly came out of Ni Sang's mouth, and at the same time as the sound was made, the skin around him cracked inch by inch, and large strands of blood gushed out, flowing on the altar, gradually converging into mysterious patterns.

"Huh?!"

Zhang Fan, who burst out with the strongest power, did not relax his vigilance against him, such a desperate person is the most terrifying, he is not afraid of death, he naturally has no scruples, he may use all kinds of unbelievable means, he has to be careful.

Seeing him like this, he knew that there must be some weird magic power to be displayed, where did he dare to be lazy, and the fire flashed around his body - fire escape.

A little line of fire came suddenly, but in the blink of an eye, he approached, with one palm, under the cover from afar.

The real attack did not start from the palm of his hand, at that moment, Zhang Fan's cuffs suddenly opened wide, as if a black hole appeared, and a powerful suction force exploded, enveloping Ni Sang's whole person.

Let's not talk about the combat power, Ni Sang's cultivation realm alone is indeed above Zhang Fan, imagine that he is the same as before, and he can't cover him directly in his sleeve, but if he interferes slightly, there is no problem.

Unexpectedly, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

In the face of infinite suction, the skin on Ni Sang's face, which had become smooth, twitched, as if he was about to peel off, seeing that if he didn't resist, he would go to the footsteps of those clansmen, but there was no trace of horror in his eyes, but a faint ridicule.

"The main body is sacrificed, and the demon god enters the body!"

"God descends!"

"Poof......

The blood mist in the sky erupted directly from Ni Sang's body, and violent tremors and crazy breaths appeared at the same time.

Zhang Fan's face changed in an instant.

Crazy and restless, extremely furious, Ni Sang's body seemed to suddenly become taller, obviously there was no real change, but facing him, it felt like facing a huge mountain, which could collapse at any time and bury it in it.

This is a spiritual power, so strong that it is not like a human being, just like facing an ancient giant who can cross the ocean with a huge mountain and step out, and the heart palpitations of life instinct.

I never thought that this Ni Sang was so crazy, and now the breath rising on him was no stranger to Zhang Fan, but a moment ago, it made him tremble.

- Human-headed snake body, eight-armed demon god!

The difference is that now Ni Sang is using the method of ontological sacrifice, directly introducing the demon god distraction into his body, which is completely out of the way.

At the last moment, Zhang Fan's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly withdrew his hand and withdrew half of his sleeve, and the power of the counterattack made the corners of his mouth bleed, but without the slightest hesitation, he instantly withdrew and retreated.

Now don't say that it is impossible to include Ni Sang in the Qiankun sleeve, even if it is possible, he does not dare to try, at this time in Ni Sang's body, but the distraction of the ancient demon god, even if the power of the body is insufficient, its own spiritual power is extremely terrifying, if it is destroyed by the Qiankun sleeve inside, then it is really crying without tears.

Immediately made a decision, withdrew all the supernatural powers, and the knot doppelganger also returned to the body, Zhang Fan dodged, submerged into the ghost yin forest a few miles away, and temporarily escaped from the battlefield.

"Where are you going?"

Ni Sang's expression kept distorting, and an eight-armed demon god behind him shot straight into the sky, its terrifying aura spreading, and the surrounding boulders that had survived the previous attack were also annihilated into powder for no reason, even the water in the lake, and it kept rolling back, as if there was an invisible embankment, constantly advancing.

In just five words, it sounded like Ni Sang's old voice in front, but later, the sound of metal loomed, the sound was loud, and it was even more roaring, arousing countless echoes.

At this time, Ni Sang, whether it was him or the demon god was distracted, even he himself couldn't tell, only the obsession of killing Zhang Fan to save the clansmen drove him to roll up countless waves of qi, with a roaring sound, disappeared in place, and tracked away.

One in front of the other, one behind the other, the two figures, all disappeared into the forest.

Heaven and earth seem to have calmed down, but even the fish floating in the lake and flipping the belly of the fish can know that all this is just the beginning.

............ For the next three days and three nights, Zhang Fan faced the hardest battle of his life.

The first day was that in the southeast corner of the Ghost Yin Forest, the large forest trees were uprooted by the sudden outbreak of the strong wind, and they flew up to a height of 100 zhang before they could not fall.

In the loud sound of trees breaking and falling, it could not hide the sound of black cries, thunder roaring, sword qi breaking through the air and whistling, naturally, the loudest of them was a roar that seemed to be the resurrection of the primeval demon god.

From a distance, it can be seen that the virtual image of an eight-armed demon god is constantly fighting with opponents such as the three-legged golden crow and the ancient Yanlong, which makes him extremely depressed, whether it is the domineering of the golden crow or the madness of the Yanlong, at this time, they all tacitly chose the strategy of wandering and attacking, so that he is coated with great power, but he can't use it abruptly.

In a word, it passed.

The second and third ...... The ghost yin forest has suffered an unprecedented disaster, a large area of forest lodging, flames burning, the wind howling, looking from a high altitude, the ghost yin forest that used to be dense like an umbrella cover, as if it had leprosy, a piece of bald area in the east and west, and from time to time there are flames burning, spreading into a disaster, seeing, in a few days, this ghost yin forest that has been reproduced for many years will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

As if returning to the original point in a circle, after three days and three nights of fighting and retreating, the powerful flames and the violent demon gods erupted into infinite power beside the Xingluo Lake group.

Under the competition between the two, the lake under his feet had to be divided into two.

A part of the lake water steamed, diffusing the sky, turning into a thick mist, obscuring everything faintly, among which the body of the flame dragon loomed, the golden crow demeanor, wandering uncertainly, and the other part was directly taken up by the boundless force, like a jade dragon, in the air between the huge phantom eight arms waved, frantically impacting.

This kind of situation has happened countless times in the past three days, and even the roar of the demon god is a little weak.

It's time for everything to come to an end.

"Boom!"

The arrogant jade dragon, as if it was punched head-on, flew out upside down, and before it could disperse, a touch of golden flame spread along the dragon's body, and in an instant, the water vapor steamed and turned into nothingness.

The wind rises, the dissolved water vapor dissipates at dusk, and the heaven and earth return to Qingming.

"Are you finally willing to die?hahaha~~"

The hoarse voice, obviously an arrogant smile, made people feel the slightest bit of pride, only felt like a scorching dog, sticking out his tongue in vain.

In the wild laughter, the last bit of mist was incorporated into the cuffs, and the clouds dissipated, revealing the owner of the sleeves - Zhang Fan!

After three days and three nights of fighting and retreating, Zhang Fan's face had an unconcealable tiredness and an indescribable sense of ease.

Raising his eyes to look at the rickety figure laughing wildly in the wind, Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, with a little ridicule and pity, and said leisurely: "Old man Ni, are you sure you can still move a finger on this seat?"

"Why don't you give it a try!"

"Of course I ......"

The sound of wild laughter stopped abruptly, Ni Sang stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhang Fan, but he couldn't say a word, his eyes were full of boundless fear.

The outstretched fingers, shriveled and yellow, as if a membrane covered the deformed phalanges, looked not like human hands, but more like the claws of demon beasts.

The changes continued all the time, and under his gaze, the whole finger slowly turned black, as if it were a dried corpse buried deep in the ground for countless years.

"How could it be, how could it be ......"

"Give me a little more time, just a little more!"

Ni Sang had only one thought left in his vague mind, desperately grabbing his head and shaking, trying to squeeze out even a quarter of an hour.

However, the passage of vitality can not be stopped by external forces.

Under the palm of his hand, the skin on his face instantly lost all its moisture, and with a little force, it would rub off a layer, revealing the white and bloodless muscles in it, which was blood, which had also been boiled dry in three days and three nights.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Holding on to his last hope, Ni Sang turned his head sharply to look behind him, he wanted to see the demon god phantom that stood up to the sky, as long as it was in the ...... The reality, but it is cruel, behind him, the power is powerful in three days, and the virtual image of the demon god who chased Zhang Fandong from hiding is cracking inch by inch and annihilating in the wind.

But in an instant, there was nothing!

"No ......"

Even the last sentence, Ni Sang couldn't finish it, before the voice came out, the whole person suddenly froze, and he didn't even have the strength to turn his head, like a clay wood carved figure.

"Hoo ......"

The breeze blew, and Ni Sang's humanoid body, starting from the top of his head, weathered rapidly, drifting away with the wind...... In a few moments, there were only a few tattered bloody clothes left on the ground, a blood-red altar, and nothing else!

At this time, Zhang Fan finally relaxed, slowly softened, and sat on the ground, with a hearty smile on his face.

"Finally ......"

"Drag him to death!"

(To be continued)