Chapter three hundred and ninety second: each show their magical powers!
Zhao Fan knew this situation. If he didn't go all out as soon as he got up, he might die and not even the scum would be left.
He didn't talk nonsense, summoned the life and death order, floated in the sky, and pronounced his sentence!
Suddenly, the momentum rose and reached the peak of elixir formation.
Immediately afterwards, the Evil-Destroying Pen appeared in his hand, stimulating the dharma of the four divine beasts. The relief on it disappeared from the pen holder and was suspended in the void.
Prajna bottles are always ready!
It is worth mentioning that Zhao Fan was not idle while waiting for the end of the secret realm. At this time, the mana stored in the Prajna bottle was enough to refill the Longyang Golden Pill ten times.
At the same time, this is also the upper limit of its reserves, and it cannot be any more.
Zhao Fan bit the Evil Killing Pen in his mouth, then with a thought, the Qingluan Broken Star Bow appeared in his left hand.
He stirred up the Prajna Bottle, and the 20% consumed by the summoning of the fourth level of Dharma in the Longyang Golden Pill was instantly replenished. The next moment, it was empty again... because he cast the Great Purification Technique with the strongest defense!
After a thin transparent crystal skin appeared on the surface of his body, Zhao Fan finally had a precious sense of security when facing the seven holy realms where either you die or I die at the same time.
However, the Great Purification Technique is not unlimited in use. Once cast, it can take effect three times, each time for only a short breath.
Even if all the magic power in the Prajna bottle is placed on it, it will only be enough to resist twenty-seven times.
This is based on the premise that all attacks come together. If the distance is large, the best option is to resist non-fatal attacks and use purification to resolve attacks that can seriously damage him or more.
This series of movements takes less than one breath before and after.
At the same time, the Seven Saints, who were fighting to the death with him, also began to take action.
"The person who killed you is named Pang Yong. Remember this name and walk around when you see him in the next life." Wu Sheng declared domineeringly while wielding the scale-thorn sword.
The blade does not have any fancy brilliance, and it has a sense of returning to nature, but the power of the blade is like a torrent, raging and violent. Wherever it passes, the void is filled with cracks and twists!
A person who has become a saint through the sword path is like a sword master. The power of this sword has exceeded the early stage of the saint realm and has reached the middle stage. It is even more violent than the Japanese sword master Miyamoto Mamoru's Niten Yiyi!
"Swordsman Pang Yong, you are not kind. You attack before we can move? We can't let you steal the head!" The thin man with a good musicality instantly played the erhu, and the sounds were like the sound of horse hooves, deafening and invisible.
The shock wave caused even more gaps in the void that was shattered by the sword and has not yet healed!
"When we worked together before, everyone was as lazy as a toad, but now they are so active?" The Flower Demon Saint flicked his hands, and nine pink petals appeared out of thin air, but they exuded a murderous intent that could destroy the world and destroy the earth.
With the momentum, he caught up with the offensive of the first two people.
However, two of the nine pink petals were touched by the sword and the sound wave respectively, and were shattered.
The power of the sword and the sound waves were also weakened by one point.
This is a matter of coordination. Everyone wants to grab the head, and it is inevitable that trajectories will overlap.
The Supreme Prince of Vampires smiled softly, and the wine glass was instantly filled with blood. He sprinkled it upward, then flapped his wings, and struck the void in front of him with a black cross three meters above the ground.
The blood turned into a group of howling ferocious bats and flew towards Zhao Fan.
The child-like devil directly threw the three-edged fork in his hand away. A terrifying black light surrounded it, and the devilish energy was overwhelming. Compared with other people's, the power was only stronger than that of others!
The great Confucian stroked his huge brush and wrote a whole war poem in cursive script at an extremely fast speed. The content was something Zhao Fan had never seen before. Judging from the format, it should have been first seen in the Warring States Period.
Songs of Chu.
All the words in that war poem, including the punctuation points, merged into a huge sword and struck him straight!
Not only that, Da Ru also turned his spiritual power into a small sword, a two-pronged approach!
"Are you planning to let me watch the show? He who attacks first may not be the first to arrive, hehehe..." The death teller smiled sinisterly and fiddled with the black abacus in his arms.
In an instant, the abacus beads moved by his fingertips made a sharp and harsh sound one by one. Then, he slapped the abacus with his palm, and the abacus beads swayed with black light, so that Zhao Fan, who was waiting carefully, had not yet reacted.
The consciousness was forcibly pulled into the illusion!
The last one to take action turned out to be the first to attack!
The six types of offensives that are about to arrive at the back all have certain parts overlapped with each other, and are more or less weakened. The most tragic thing is the group of bats. Compared with when they appeared, there are only
One-third of the quantity, the rest turned into blood-colored mist and returned to the prince's wine glass. Even so, it still contained extremely terrifying power!
Everyone among the Seven Saints knows that no matter who kills Zhao Fan, the other six will join him and regain their freedom, but they are unwilling to lag behind and want to win the honor of killing the target!
Although Zhao Fan had practiced the "All Things Heart Sutra" to the second chapter, he was unable to resolve the illusion of the death teller.
After entering, I struggled inside for a year and a half, and finally managed to kill the incarnation of the Death Calculator inside with one palm, and the illusion was immediately shattered!
His consciousness also returned to reality.
At the same time, the evil death teller looked confused and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his aura was as strong as before. It seemed that the death of the incarnation had little impact on the body. His empty eye sockets filled with coldness, "This kid is not simple...
...That’s right, how can the peerless genius chosen by the master be measured by the ordinary late-stage formation of pills? However, even if my illusion is shattered, it is absolutely impossible to withstand those six offensives with the intention of killing."
Among the strong men of the Hidden Sect, there is a golden saying about retreat practice, "There are no years in the cave, but there are thousands of years in the world."
The illusion of the death teller seems to be reversed!
A year and a half has passed inside, but the reality is only a moment!
At this moment, the six offensives from behind arrived almost at the same time...
Zhao Fan smiled indifferently, without any intention of responding, and allowed the storm to come!
A huge sword transformed from a war poem and a small sword condensed with spiritual power, a howling bat, a river-like sword light, seven fatally tempting pink petals, a whistling three-edged fork, and a sound wave with the power to shatter the soul.
, which suddenly submerged the thin young man!
"Dead, there is no suspense anymore."
"Vulnerable."
"Hey? I really don't understand what the master means. Could it be that he wants to give us a step down?"
"Maybe he is still angry with us on the surface, but he forgives us in his heart."
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"No, it's not that simple." The death teller solemnly interrupted the six companions. He was the one who felt the deepest feeling among the people present. That kind of illusion is already one of his strongest methods. If it were replaced by an ordinary holy realm,
In the early stage, I am afraid that the Taoist heart will collapse within three months of the illusion. In the middle stage of the holy realm, it will take at least ten years to crush the illusion.
In the illusion of that year and a half, the death teller witnessed with his own eyes how tenacious Zhao Fan's will was, just like a stone that had been in a latrine for thousands of years, smelly and hard, without a single flaw!
What does it mean?
Everything you do is done with a clear conscience!
All those who were killed deserved to die!
If not, how could there be no flaws?
Not only that, all kinds of torture are useless to him, because he is in pain and no matter how ferocious his expression is, it feels like he is scratching an itch in his heart!
He has not even reached the peak of the Linking Dan, but he has such an iron will, which is enough to put even those in the late stages of the Holy Realm to shame!
If the will is like this, what about the strength?
it goes without saying!
The other six people didn't understand why the Death Teller said that, and looked intently into the distance. Where Zhao Fan was, the void with him as the center was distorted out of shape, like folded brittle paper in a broken state.
edge.
Gradually, the light of the offensive dissipated, and the void returned to calm, intact as before.
And that figure was still standing there, his clothes were neat, only his hair was a little messy, and his face had the same faint smile as always.
The transparent crystal skin generated by the Great Purification Technique shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground, turning into water droplets, which then turned into water vapor and floated back to Zhao Fan's body, re-condensing into a transparent crystal skin without any dead ends!
"What?"
"Fake it!"
"It didn't hurt at all?"
The Seven Saints were dumbfounded, so shocked that their pupils shrank into small dots, and the death teller among them was directly petrified. Even though they had thought that the other party would not die, they never expected that he would be unscathed!