Liu Zhengyang would not miss such an opportunity.

With the passage of the Way of Withering Prosperity, the sword of killing the enemy in Liu Zhengyang's hand easily cut off the head of the Demon Venerable.

But the magic way that Demon Venerable cultivated was inherently weird. Even if his head was chopped off, it was as if he had not been affected in any way, and there was no demonic energy spilling out of his body.

In such a situation, Liu Zhengyang couldn't help frowning.

This is still a very unfavorable situation for him.

After all, if the Demon Venerable in front of him did not have the influence of the Way of Withering Prosperity, he could be resurrected again at a slight cost!

Therefore, it is really not an easy task to kill the Demon Venerable.

Even with the blessing of the power of the altar, it is so laborious to kill off that rich demonic energy!

But now there are not many opportunities for Liu Zhengyang to choose.

"The way of withering glory, bless me!"

A look of firmness flashed in Liu Zhengyang's eyes, and then he hit the power, directly condensing the Way of Withering Rong on the head of Demon Venerable.

With the constant erosion and wear of the Way of Withering Prosperity.

Demon Venerable finally showed a bit of pain on his face.

And this is just the beginning.

Liu Zhengyang's palm was directly attached to Demon Venerable's head, and then a powerful suction burst out through his palm. For other cultivators, the demonic energy was almost poisonous.

But for Liu Zhengyang, it was nothing.

Since Mozun's demonic energy is so strong, he doesn't mind being a converter once, but he wants to see how much demonic energy he has enough to absorb!

Thinking of this, Liu Zhengyang began to increase the absorption of devil energy, which also caused his palms to turn black quickly.

At this time, the outside of their battle was still surrounded by demonic energy.

Outsiders can't see what's going on inside.

Qu Batian had already killed him with his sword. Although Liu Zhengyang was said to be swallowed up by demonic energy, he didn't even look at it, and Fang Cun Jian killed Fu Tian.

Fu Tian had just suffered the head-on impact of the killing sword energy, and the situation in his body was already a little chaotic.

The sharp slaughtering sword energy made him even more miserable.

And at this moment, Qu Batian killed again!

There seems to be nothing to say about the next thing. As Qu Batian's killing sword qi exploded, Fu Tian was already tired of dealing with it.

The half-Buddha old man was a little embarrassed at this time.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Mozun Mozun seems to have held back Liu Zhengyang, and the tumbling demonic energy is still strong, which is enough to prove that Mozun Mozun does not seem to encounter too many problems.

And on Futian's side, if he doesn't help out again, I'm afraid he'll be really cold!

Now the evil cultivator's heart has been dissipated.

If Fu Tian really died, the impact would be too great! Even things they can't afford.

Thinking of this half-Buddha old man's eyes flashed a touch of determination.

I believe that Mozun Mozun will do everything in his power to save Futian! Otherwise, the evil cultivator of the East China Sea will really be wiped out!

Qu Batian watched the half-Buddha old man rush over, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

OK!

In front of Liu Zhengyang, he was underestimated! This is simply unbearable for him! Now they dare to jump like this, really think they can't kill people?

A cold light flashed in Qu Batian's eyes, and then the Fangcun sword in his hand swept out strands of sword energy and swept towards the half-Buddha old man.

Although the old half-Buddha wanted to rescue Fu Tian, ​​the precondition was to protect his own safety. Naturally, he would not fight against him. It was precisely because of this that Fu Tian lost the last chance to escape.