Bang!

In the next moment, a strong and upright bombardment was on the boundary door, causing the channel to crack open.

"Oh... those devils who still stay in the world of Confucianism, are unlucky!"

Fang Yuan plunged like electricity, and before the passage completely collapsed, he wore it out of the boundary of the demon world and thought about it with gloating.

The gate is just a wormhole between the two worlds, not the only passage.

Even if the gates are destroyed, the devils over there will not return.

However, at this time they want to return, or break open the membrane, do not know how far in the chaos, or find another space node, then open the channel, in addition, there is no third method !

"The last hand of Sun Shengru’s big heaven and earth festival can actually ignite the whole world, plus the power that exists in the darkness... It’s incredible..."

Looking back at the scene, Fang Yuan’s hole was not evenly colored: “But... this just proves my guess... The Confucian world is really related to the Chinese civilization!”

......

The boundary door of the demon world is naturally opened in the holy city.

After being eaten by Sun Shengru, the lower-order Mozu in the Holy City died ninety-nine times. At this time, it was very cold and depressed.

"On the other hand, the great masters of Confucianism and Taoism in that world are not very good. How can they achieve Confucianism, so it is so powerful?" Fang Yuan touched his chin: "Sure enough, the origin and air transport of the whole world are concentrated in Is it one person? This is also forced by the invasion of the heart."

He looked around and found that the most conspicuous thing at this time was not the gate, but a big array next to it.

This array is like an altar, surrounded by black and white, such as yin and yang, and endless life, trapping a **** in the sky, it is a flower lord!

"Oh... really good, is it a magic?"

When Fang Yuan came forward, he knocked on the light on the altar, black and white, and suddenly leaked some details.

"A good Sun Shengru, in the heart of the demon world, has not been eroded. Instead, he realized that the extreme is the truth of the devil. The devil is united and transforms each other. Therefore, the seal is broken, and it is unexpected. By borrowing the power in the underworld, Is the flower lord trapped here?"

He is a little pity.

If you really refine Sun Sunru, Bacheng can get a complete road of Confucianism, even yin and yang or black and white avenues, the value is immeasurable.

"The soul of the devil!"

At this time, sitting on the altar in the altar, the Holy Lord surrounded by flowers suddenly opened his eyes: "What about other devils?"

"They are all trapped in the Confucian world... This channel has been destroyed. If you want to pick them up, go find another node!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and bombarded him on the altar.

Bang!

In the tremor, the altar shines, and the black and white air continues to flow.

Although it did not do its best, it also blocked the external bombardment of a god.

However, at this time, attacking the altar is not just a square!

"Drink! I will kill a hundred flowers after I bloom!"

Seeing Fang Yuan hands-on, the trapped flower lord body immediately exerted magical powers, and the petals fluttered around the body. There was a strange flower in front of it, which was waiting to be released.

At this point, the petals of the pieces continued to open, revealing terrible power.

boom!

Finally, the altar was broken, and the black and white two of them wanted to escape, but they were caught by Fang Yuan’s big hand and received straight into the sleeve.

“Thank you for helping!”

The flowers are in the style of the Lord, and the look is cold and thankful.

In fact, even if Fang Yuan does not shoot, with her ability, this altar is at most a little more than a moment.

"This invasion of the Confucian world can be described as a loss of power, but also a lot of devils in it, especially the purple sacred Lord..." The face of the flower lord is as cold as the ice: "This singer is the name of the singer, more There are two partners, known as 'Tian Ming three fierce', there are many troubles in the future!"

She has a painful interest. In fact, it means: "The Holy Spirit, please help me to rescue those lost devils!"

"The rest of the devil, I am afraid I will not have to save!"

Fang Yuan personally experienced the power of the heaven and earth sacrifice. Under the omnipresent and inexhaustible light, even the demon **** is difficult to support, and the eighty percent are turned into the world's nourishment.

Only the purple devil, there are opportunities to escape.

It’s just that this heaven is in the world of Confucianism, and it is not the opponent of Sun Shengru.

Therefore, its only choice is to break open the membrane, hide into chaos, and then slowly shift to the devil.

The time and effort spent on it is completely incomparable with the wormhole.

Moreover, it is difficult to determine the drop point in the demons. It can be said that the difference is a thousand miles.

In a word, this time the purple sage Lord was not light by Fang Yuankeng.

"Is it?"

The flower lord is also a wise man. After being quoted by Fang Yuan, he is even more eager to see the situation: "Why... why?"

Fang Yuan eyes on the nose, nose and heart, no words.

After all, the most crucial thing about this aggression defeat is that the flower lord has made a mistake here, and it has been turned over by Sun Shengru.

Otherwise, the result will not be so fierce.

As for Fang Yuan, he did not join forces with Zi Yan and suppressed the pulse of the dragon. In comparison, it was a small matter.

He would not admit that he not only did not kill the dragon tail, but helped him to take off, and the Confucian world was not lost, so that Sun Shengru played the foundation.

After a pause, Fang Yuandao said: "If there is nothing else, I will leave!"

Leaving such a big mess, Fang Yuan did not have the idea of ​​sweeping the flowers of the Lord, and directly proposed to leave.

After all, he was only invited this time to come and help.

Even if it is messed up, the flower lord can't take him.

"you!"

The flower lord is beautiful and vertical: "The devils and the world are trapped together, and you are a lucky one to escape. Don't you think that you should give me an explanation, and there will be an explanation after the murder!"

In fact, she wants to leave Fang Yuan, and it is also the two days of the demon god.

"Ha ha!"

It’s just how Fang Yuan is willing to follow her wish and go straight.

"Leave me!"

The red flower petals appeared on the forehead of the flower, and it was cold and cold.

Huh!

Many petals fall from the sky, turned into dragon rolls, layered, and the sea of ​​flowers expands, trapping Fang Yuan.

A fragrance spreads with all the good meanings.

“Flower Avenue, Tianxiang Avenue?”

The flash of Fang Yuan’s eyes has already revealed the details of this flower lord.

"It’s a pity... Although your avenue is another way, it is not my opponent!"

He sighed, his right hand and five fingers together, turned into a punch.

Bang!

Surrounded by chaos, refinery and fire.

"Made the gods!"

A huge punch has skyrocketed and broke the sea of ​​flowers.

"what!"

The flowers of the Lord's flower change, slowly step back: "Who are you? In the sky, the gods, how can you have such a different kind?"

Although there are many old monsters in the demons, they will occasionally come out to spread their fame.

But like Fang Yuan, it’s rare to see that it’s so powerful that it’s so powerful.

"How? Does the Lord still want to leave me?"

Fang Yuan snorted.

"Don't dare!"

The flower lord smiled bitterly. If she knew that Fang Yuan’s combat power was so strong, she would not have been like this at first: “I’m still looking for the soul of the Lord, and I’m eager to see the little girl!”

"But it!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand and did not have the slightest thought left.

Although waiting for him to go, in the face of the murderous question of Tian Ming, the flower lord of the Eighty-eighth must push his fault to himself, but what about it?

How many of you know yourself in the whole demons?

On the contrary, it is to stay again, and to deal with other Heavenly Devils, but will increase the risk in vain.

Therefore, Fang Yuan took the initiative and did not hesitate.

Behind him, the flower lord looked at the direction of Fang Yuan’s departure, but it was thoughtful.

......

The sun is shining.

A desert.

A three-peaked magical camel is walking on the desert.

The sand here is a sand of corrosion. It is naturally corrosive and highly poisonous. There is a natural ban in the sky, even if the devil is difficult to continue flying.

Thus, the entire desert is a famous Jedi in the heart of the devil.

However, around the desert, there is a kind of three-peaked magical camel, but it is a very convenient means of transportation.

It is like a hill with three humps, like a pen holder. Each hump has a lot of water and food stored on it.

On the soles of the feet, a fluffy hair spread out like a small boat, making it flat in the corroded sand sea.

Many Mozus rely on such camels to form caravans in the desert, thus earning huge profits.

However, although the Three Peaks Camel evolved from the devil, the probability is extremely low, and the number is limited and inherently eternal.

Only when the camel has one less, will the devil evolved with good luck.

Therefore, most of these magical camels are monopolized by powerful demons, and the flower lord is one of them.

The one under the square seat originally belonged to a caravan, but after he saw it, he was naturally and unkindly used it for himself.

After the demon spirit was released, and after some compensation was thrown, none of the demons dared to come up with noise.

The camel's hump is very soft, just like sitting on the sofa, it is hard to sleep directly.

"This time I entered the world of Confucianism, the biggest gain is probably... coordinates!"

Fang Yuan was lying on the hump and recalling the previous scene.

"The coordinates of the Chinese world...are actually hidden on me, because I also carry the brand of that civilization, which is attractive..."

"And... then the heaven and earth sacrifice used by Sun Shengru is also inextricably linked with the Chinese civilization. Perhaps it is to sacrifice directly to the high world?"

"In this way, the world I am pursuing is intrinsic to the heart and even beyond. So this..."

Fang Yuan carefully thought about it, and he couldn’t help but flash through it.