After Zhao Fan's skinned body of the nine-tailed spirit fox was abused by Han Ruyi, his mood collapsed. He desperately and crazily launched a devastating offensive against the woman.
Flying sword!
The flying sword transformed from the devil's sword embryo penetrated Han Ruyi's head as fast as a black light. After it came out from the other end, it pierced back and pierced his heart...
The Qingluan Broken Star Bow that absorbed Qingluan’s essence and blood!
It was controlled by the shadow clone, condensed a Luan arrow, and at the same time triggered the spiritual skill "Broken Star", rushed away, hit Han Ruyi's abdomen, and then exploded...
Falling stars!
Nine consecutive knives struck the same place overlappingly, condensing into a blade star, and struck down straight!
Borrow the sword from heaven!
The Long Yao Heavenly Sword disappeared, and a huge sword shadow appeared in the sky. Zhao Fan threw himself into it, and it fell towards Han Ruyi with the force of destruction...
Tornado!
Han Ruyi was surrounded by storm blades in all directions, up, down, left and right, and they were surrounding and killing in a neat and unified manner...
Even the Thirteen Heaven-Shading Slash, which has the same power as the Sky-Borrowing Sword against a single target but consumes a lot of energy, is executed like a madman...
Every move contains terrifying murderous intent!
If this were the real Han Ruyi, she would have died countless times long ago, and not even a trace of her body would be left. There is no way, she is the incarnation of Zhao Fan's inner demon!!!
As long as the inner demon is not broken, the "Han Ruyi" in front of you will never die...
However, Han Ruyi's body was penetrated and chopped into pieces again and again, and the next moment it was restored to the original state. There was disdainful sarcasm on the face that turned all living beings upside down. Not only that, every time she was attacked, she would react to the nine people on the ground.
The corpse of the tailed fox was subjected to intensified torture.
What Zhao Fan couldn't accept the most was that the voice of grief-stricken crying came from the body of the nine-tailed spirit fox, "I hurt so much... Fan'er, help me..."
"kill!"
Zhao Fan tirelessly continued to wield the Long Yao Heavenly Sword regardless of consumption. In his eyes, the woman's figure existed for a moment, and he would not stop!
…
On the ground outside Tongtian Xuan Pagoda, the peak of the Seven Saint Realms looked at the scene shown in the mirror with worried expressions on their faces.
"The ninth level is the simplest, but also the most difficult." The Flower God sighed and said in a very distressed tone: "That unique incarnation is the young master's inner demon, and it is also the only one who can make him
A deranged existence."
"Young master is so pitiful." The little devil said angrily, "That vicious slut's hooves are too cruel."
"well……"
Pang Yong, the sword idiot, shook his head and said: "Everything depends on the fate of the young master. If you defeat the inner demon, your Taoist heart will be so strong that it cannot be destroyed. If you fail, I am afraid that your mood will be lost forever and you will become a complete lunatic. In that case,
Even if you fail, you will be killed directly when all four sticks of incense in the incense burner are burned out."
"This is his obsession, wanting to protect what he wants to protect..." Jiang Liuzhang hugged the erhu and lowered his head, thoughtfully.
Everyone was silent collectively.
Although the rule of the Lord of the Secret Realm is that the way to pass is to either kill them all or survive for an hour without dying.
But judging from Zhao Fan's current state, by the end of Four Incense Burning, his body was indeed fine, but his Taoist mind was dead, which was equivalent to death. After all, he was no longer him at that time, just like a corpse that had no relatives.
Like a walking zombie, everything in the past will be severed...
Unless, before the end of an hour, Zhao Fan's Taoist heart has not completely sunk, and there is still a trace of normal consciousness remaining, then he will be judged to have survived until the end.
However, that young man is already frantic and launching a tidal offensive against the incarnation of the inner demon. The longer time goes by, the more serious this situation will become as "Han Ruyi" is safe and sound. This will not end until the Taoist heart collapses and can no longer be reversed.
Everything, because the obsession is still there, it means that the Taoist heart has not died, and even the obsession is gone. Naturally, he regards Han Ruyi as a passerby, and feels that what the other person did in the past has nothing to do with him.
…
The ninth floor of Tongtian Xuan Tower.
Terrifying fluctuations are everywhere.
There are swords and swords everywhere, even Longyang Holy Fire, Dragon Roar, and the techniques of the "Great Creation" lineage.
Time passes minute by minute.
In the incense burner on the inner wall of the south side, the first incense stick has been burned to the end, and the second incense stick has been lit.
Zhao Fan fell into an even more violent state, and blood dripped from his eyes drop by drop. However, whatever means he had at his disposal, ranging from the Five Heavenly Sword Styles to the messy heresy, he used them without any thought at all!
One after another, magic weapons, treasures from heaven and earth, and elixirs flew out of the blue sumeru jade, some stuffed them into their mouths, and some smashed them towards Han Ruyi.
However, that vicious figure still stood calmly on the spot. What made Zhao Fan even more intolerable was that a small knife appeared in her hand. She squatted down and cut off the flesh and blood of the nine-tailed spirit fox.
He put a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it as if showing off, while laughing continuously, "The meat of the nine-tailed fox is really delicious. It is the most delicious I have ever seen. Even if I take dragon meat from the sky, I would not replace it."
Hey, reincarnated disaster star, do you want to have a try?"
"Damn it! Give her back to me!"
Zhao Fan's face was pale, and two lines of blood and tears were like broken rubies, stained all over his clothes. He exuded a monstrous rage, and once again increased his offensive, fierce and fierce!
"want to?"
Han Ruyi shook the knife, cut off another piece, and threw it at him.
Zhao Fan froze. Immediately, the Long Yao Tian Dao in his hand fell to the ground. He put his palms together to catch the flying piece of meat, and burst into tears...
Soon after, Zhao Fan carefully wrapped the meat slices, placed them in Jialan Sumeru jade, and launched another attack.
Let him use all his methods, Han Ruyi's body split and came together again, came together and split again...
I don’t know how many times I have repeated it, but Zhao Fan’s first and second dantian, whether it is Dao Dan, Da Zhou Tian, or even the magic power stored in the Prajna bottle, is running out, and even a low-end small spell cannot be cast.
!
The flying sword also fell to the ground helplessly because it lost the support of the holy power.
But Zhao Fan, who was in a crazy state, didn't care at all. He threw the Long Yao Tian Dao at Han Ruyi fiercely. Then, like a tiger, he rushed over and grabbed the opponent's hair without any rules, facing him.
That face that confuses all sentient beings is like punching and kicking.
The real touch of the punch to the flesh, but there was only a ripple on Han Ruyi's face, and then no trace remained.
"die!"
Zhao Fan clenched his fist and slammed it down.
The second pillar of incense...the third pillar of incense...
Finally, the last incense burned, and at this time, Zhao Fan was not only exhausted of his holy power, but also exhausted his physical strength.
He stood in front of Han Ruyi, shook his body a few times, then slumped down weakly on the ground, raised his soft fist, told her to die in a hoarse voice, and punched the air...
Once, then again.
And the range of raising the fist became smaller and smaller.
The blood and tears on Zhao Fan's face had long since dried up, but were covered by the blood and tears pouring down continuously.
"The heart of the Tao will be destroyed soon." Han Ruyi looked down at Zhao Fan with a smile, then placed the bloody nine-tailed fox corpse between them, "Reincarnated disaster star, really don't want to eat it?"
"Get out of here!"
Zhao Fan roared in pain, but his voice was not much louder than a mosquito. His throat had long been broken, and blood seeped into his mouth. The fishy-sweet breath made his consciousness even crazier. He was unable to get up, so he took his head
He hit the ground with a bang, "Mom, I'm sorry...it's because I don't have the ability to let you be raped by her..."
"Well, since you don't want to eat, I won't make it difficult for you. Someone else will eat." Han Ruyi smiled slightly, then looked sideways to the void on the right, with a hint of shyness like a girl on her face.
Color, "Yan Lang, I'm hungry."
"Yanlang?"
Zhao Fan's pupils condensed and he followed the other person's line of sight.
In the void, a tall figure slowly walked over.
"dad!"
Zhao Fan opened his chin and cried out in tears: "Kill her quickly!"
"You...what qualifications do you have to order me?"
Zhao Yan came closer, looked at Zhao Fan who was paralyzed on the ground with disgust, then raised his foot and kicked his son several meters away as if kicking a bag of garbage.
Zhao Fan's Taoist heart, which was already on the verge of collapse, was now even worse, covered with another layer of ice!
Next, such a scene appeared in his eyes.
Zhao Yan walked up to Han Ruyi, gently held her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and asked affectionately: "Ruyi, what smells so good?"
"Here, that's it."
Han Ruyi pointed to the body of the nine-tailed spirit fox on the ground and introduced her: "She is Bai Ling'er who has bewitched your mind. I have already skinned her."
"Just what I wanted."
Zhao Yan turned his right hand and took out the kitchen utensils and condiments from the storage magic weapon, "Today I will let you try my craftsmanship."
"We'll see."
Han Ruyi nodded, then moved her gaze, and looked into Zhao Fan's bloody eyes, "Yanlang has changed his mind. Now, he is mine, and you and the fox girl who gave birth to you, haha
…”
Zhao Fan struggled to get up, but it was difficult to move.
In this way, he watched with splitting eyes as his father and the saint from the previous generation cooked the corpse of the nine-tailed fox into several dishes.
Han Ruyi and Zhao Yan either kissed each other or fed each other vegetables in front of Zhao Fan.
At this time, in the incense burner on the inner wall on the south side, there is still one-tenth of the fourth column of incense left, and it seems that it is almost bottomed out!
In other words, the ninth floor has only the last three minutes left...
…
Outside.
The peak of the Seven Saint Realms couldn't bear to look at it any longer. The young man in the mirror screen, who shared the fate of everyone with prosperity and loss, even the anger and hostility in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an empty look without any emotional color.
God is like a pair of dead eyes.
This is exactly the sign of the collapse of Taoist heart.
…
On the ninth floor, Zhao Fan was indifferent to Han Ruyi and Zhao Yan who shared the flesh of the nine-tailed fox. It was as if he was watching something that had nothing to do with him. The obsession in his heart, his
Full of anger, gone.
And Zhao Fan's original consciousness formed an incarnation and was sinking into the abyss.
That abyss is cold, dark, and seems to have no end. Once you are sucked in and sink to a certain depth, you can never look back!
One meter, two meters.
Ten meters...
100 meters!
km!!!
When Zhao Fan's consciousness fell into the thousand-meter depth of the endless abyss, densely packed blades appeared below, and they could tear everything apart!
If he falls one more point, his consciousness will come into contact with those blades, and then... he will be annihilated!
"Am I going to die..."
Zhao Fan lowered his head and looked down at him blankly.
And at this moment, a ball of white light suddenly appeared beside him, dazzling and dazzling, just like the moon coexisting with the dark night.
The only difference is that the moonlight is cold, but the white light is extremely warm. Its afterglow falls on Zhao Fan's consciousness, as if a thick cotton coat has been wrapped around his naked body in the winter.
At the same time, Zhao Fan's consciousness was frozen one thousand meters below the abyss, and the blade that was close at hand could not cross the boundary to crush it!
"My child."
A voice full of maternal love came from the white light, shaking Zhao Fan's eardrums.
"Mom? Is that you?"
Zhao Fan's consciousness incarnation asked in disbelief.
"It's me."
A white hand stretched out from the white light and took the hand of Zhao Fan's consciousness, "My child, mother will take you up."