Fang Chen grabbed a honey bag from his chest pocket, threw her into the gourd, and then moved her heart, and her whole body was shrouded in the vast white mist.
Suddenly, it disappeared into the dense fog.
Huangquan Road.
The weeds are born, covering the blue brick on the road.
As soon as Fang Chen just fell, the blue brick banged into a rolling yin, dissipating between the heavens and the earth.
He is very familiar with this scene. Each place that has just been unsealed is almost such a scene.
Fang Chen walked forward, and after a long time, he came to Wangchuan.
Looking down, countless figures were being covered by snakes and mice ants, and the dead trees were covered.
These are basically the seeds of human races, and naturally they will not let go. Take out the gourds and store them in it, and then step on the water of forgetting Sichuan and walk around the ruined bridge forward.
The white fog around the surrounding white may only allow ordinary monks to see Fang Yuanzhang's boundary, but for the other party, they can not be regarded as any obstacles, and they can clearly see the front scene.
In front of the bridge, in front of it, there was a residual armored army died, holding a knife, half kneeling on the ground.
His long hair was low, covering his face.
It seems to have blood, falling down the ground along the long hair.
Fang Chen stopped. From this figure, he felt a very strong yin demon atmosphere.
At the same time, there is a very familiar sense of righteousness.
No accident, this is another existence of the same ancient tree.
The once -yin is now infected with too much power of Yinshou, and it has turned into a big yin demon that may lose his mind.
Suddenly, the residual armored army suddenly looked up, and the masterpiece was killed in his eyes:
"kill!"
A voice like Jiuyou's killing, shocking out of his throat.
The next moment, the world will change color.
Fang Chen is as if he is in an ancient battlefield, and the army is being rushed nearby.
There are no exceptions on both sides, and they all have obvious signs of the genius of the Yin, and the breath on the body is pure and strong.
Instead of another monk, I am afraid that the first time is contaminated by the killing intention in the battlefield.
But around Fangchen, it seemed like there was an additional isolation zone, and a large piece was empty.
No matter how he killed the two sides, he did not dare to be nearly half a step towards him.
Fang Chen stood quietly. I don't know how long it took, and the surrounding scene gradually faded, and only the residual armored army was left.
Immediately afterwards, the Disabled Army died again and again, and shouted to kill again.
The scene just appeared again.
After repeated, Fang Chen had seen several times, and he could have concluded that the residual armored army had left the obsession that ordinary people could not imagine even if they turned into a yin demon.
Such a scene, maybe he has been repeating here for many years.
At this moment, Fang Chen suddenly stepped forward.
The figure of the Capital A Army has not changed for many years.
He stood up.
Fang Chen took a step forward again.
The Disabled Army immediately raised his hand to interrupt the knife.
Staring at Fang Chen's eyes dead.
One step and two steps.
Fang Chen kept walking forward.
The Disabled Army suddenly held the knife and rushed to Fangchen here.
"Ten Yin City, Lao Xiao stops !!!"
The next moment, Qingheshi suddenly appeared between the two, but just raised his hand gently, as if he had an invisible force, and he was stuck to the residual armored army.
The Disabled Army was struggling, and it seemed to break away from the method of Qinghe Division.
"Fang Shizi, this is a yin demon, the sincerity is no longer clear."
Qingheshi looked at the residual armored army, and there was a hint of unbearable in his eyes.
"Well, it is a period of yin -stroke during the turmoil of the Three Realms. At that time, his cultivation may not be high, but now there are means comparable to the Eight Turns."
Fang Chen gently tipped his head: "The little teacher helped me trap him too much. I wrote a seal, which could be relieved."
"good."
Qingheshi learned that he didn't need to kill this yin demon, and his expression relaxed a little.
Fang Chen did not write this time was an ordinary yin -stroke sealed, but the same psychic beasts of the ancient trees.
The required consumption of Yinshou is quite a lot. Fortunately, he went back to Jiang Guangcheng and Xiaoyin, and collected a lot of Yinshou in his hands.
After writing, he finished writing and hit the Disabled Army.
After the seal was entered, he first stunned, as if time was suspended.
Following it closely, it is a few times more violently struggling.
The two forces in his body, one derived from the "old seal", and one derived from the yin demon.
They are all resistant to Tongling Yin Beasts.
If there is no master of Qinghe, this time will fail from the beginning.
Time has passed day by day, and a sealing inch of inch into the body of the residual armor.
And his resistance also reduced with the daily.
After more than ten days.
Disabled armor dangled his head low and kneeling on the ground halfway.
He all over and down, including the broken knife in his hand, all of the runes of mystery are circulating.
In the end, these runes slowly integrated into his body, and his chaotic eyes gradually became more clear.
"Fang Shizi, it seems to have become."
A smile in Qinghe's eyes showed a smile.
"It should be done."
Fang Chen also nodded, and then looked at the Disabilita Army:
"Name, remember?"
He caught the trace of Qingming in the eyes of the Jugon Army, which is different from the ancient tree.
The big yin demon in front of him is likely to keep a trace of reason.
Therefore, there will always be a scene on the battlefield.
"My surname is king, a single name one."
Wang Er?
Very ordinary name.
Fang Chen continues:
"Remember who you are."
"I am……"
Wang Er held the black tendon to hold the knife, apparently was working hard, and his brows twisted into a Sichuan character. He seemed to be trying to remember.
"I am ... Ten Yin City, the Division of the Yin Xun, and the second prince of the boss Chen!"
Wang Er was almost shouting, shouting this passage.
Then, his palms gradually relaxed, standing up from the ground, looking at these four weeks, there were various emotions from time to time in the eyes.
It seems that the memory of these years has returned one by one.
"After all, I still lose."
Looking at the Shiyin City of empty and empty, Wang Er whispered.
Later, he thought about it, and the seal in the body appeared on the body surface.
"This is Yan Jun's seal, which is different from the previous one, it is somewhat different, but it is definitely Yan Jun's seal ..."
Wang Er looked at Fang Chen, and there was a touch of eagerness in his eyes:
"Who is the adult!?"
"Fang Shizi is contemporary Yan Jun, and he will not come forward to see the courtesy. If Fang Shizi seals you, you are still the wise and chaotic Yin Monster."
Qinghe Shi laughed too.
Contemporary Yan Jun ...
Wang Erhai's mind seemed to have a thunderous bombardment.
This shows ... the Yan Jun he used to live in, has ... ancient?
After a few interests, Wang Er hurriedly pressed his thoughts in his heart, and then kneeling again at the ground again, respectfully: