"The White Head Demon Master (

When trapping the elders of the mountain in the spirit of a hundred soldiers, Fang Cun did not kill him. The weapons that were transformed by his mana were not directly cut to the elders of the mountain, but were intertwined and turned into a cage, and he Trapped inside, with the sword facing inward, if the people inside stayed honestly, they would be fine, but if they struggled forcibly, they would be injured by this sharp magic knife.

However, the elder Shenshan obviously didn’t mean to stay honestly. With a violent roar, he broke the cage forcibly, but what was especially terrifying was that those magic blades were firmly scratched on his skin, even All his ragged clothes were torn to pieces, and rags fell down, but there were no scars left on his body, only golden skin.

The golden light is restrained and dark.

"Is King Kong not a bad body?"

Fang Cun couldn't help being slightly surprised when he watched.

Seeing that the elder of the sacred mountain was out of trouble, it was as if a real fire was fighting, and his mana was actually burning, and above his head, there was a phantom of a mountain, which made his body suddenly heavy. Tens of thousands of catties, both feet slowly sinking into the ground, but those eyes are staring at Fang Cun gloomily, like a demon choosing people and devouring...

"This……"

Fang Cun frowned slightly and took a step back again.

"You dare to hit me, you must be trying to steal my painting, I killed you..."

The elder Shenshan had a hoarse voice, roaring like a beast, and suddenly, his palms fell towards the square inch.

It was just such a simple action, but he seemed to have captured the world in his hands.

It feels like it is inevitable.

But Fang Cun only turned around slightly, and he reached another place and escaped from his "world".

Then he put his **** together with his right hand gently and said: "The country of the fragrance of flowers!"

The wisps of cloud energy that people can't detect, gathered from all directions, and the elders of the mountain were enveloped by the cloud gas. The cloud gas can't disperse, can't avoid it, and it moves more and more. One strand turned into two strands, one strand turned into ten strands, and it had already filled the area of ​​one hundred meters in a moment, turning it into a small lake with the elder of the mountain in the center.

Fang Cun stood outside the cloud and looked at it with a smile.

The average person can guess what he will see in this illusion.

And madmen like Elder Shenshan, in the country of Baihuaxiang, what else would he see?

He thought about it for a moment, and couldn't help but smile: "Female lunatic?"

"Roar……"

Before the thought had passed, suddenly a huge fist flew out of the mist.

The black was crushed like a mountain, and it slammed into Fangcun’s front door. This made Fangcun a little surprised. He took a step back and escaped the pressure of the fist. Then he saw that the elder of the mountain had already stepped from the fog. When he came out, his eyes were blood red at this time, as if dripping blood, the whole person looked like a monster who wanted to eat people, and he did not miss the illusion in the fog at all.

"Really incomprehensible style..."

Fang Cun whispered, but seeing the anger of the elder Shenshan had reached the extreme.

After striding out of the fog, suddenly with a big wave, he actually picked off the mountain-shaped phantom on his head.

Then, as if staring at a blood feud, he directly smashed this mountain shadow towards Fang Cun.

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"So willing?"

At this time, Fang Cun was really taken aback.

That mountain shadow is a secret method. When the sacred mountain grows and ages the baby, it condenses its own innate aura and turns it into such a mountain. In other words, such a mountain is his origin. It's also the foundation of his cultivation. It's not that he can't use this mountain to hurt people, but like him, he just throws it over. It's just... just...

"Tietou Gong?"

Fang Cun suddenly remembered a martial arts in a previous life movie.

At that time, he had been a little confused, and stretched his head to hit someone, if the other party happened to have a knife in his hand.

You send it like this, he chops like this...

He sighed with emotion, and then decided not to play anymore.

The madness of the elder Shenshan is too serious. He suspects that if he continues to fight, this madman will burn his innate aura to deal with him. At that time, it will really cause him to suffer some irreversible damage. As for forcing him to this way.

So this time he took a step forward.

Facing the mountain shadow that is obviously only a phantom, but seems to have infinite weight and coercion.

And after following the mountain, the elder of the mountain, who rushed towards him, frowned slightly, and then waved his sleeves.

"The universe is in your sleeve!"

The big sleeve swung out and instantly became bigger, as if a black hole that could swallow the entire back mountain was opened. The mountain shadow thrown by the elder Shenshan was naturally also swallowed by his big sleeve, and the infinite weight was falling into it. After the big sleeves, it seemed to disappear all of a sudden. In such a strange scene, the madman like Shenshan Elder also clearly showed a wrong expression.

After all, his innate aura suddenly disappeared, and it had a great impact on him.

On the other hand, Fang Cun suddenly opened his sleeves, with the Wanjun mountain shadow hidden in the sleeves~lightnovelpub.net~ First pulled back, and then smashed forward heavily. The elder Shenshan was caught off guard and was caught by a mountain. When I hit the front door, I didn’t even have time to hide...

With a "chick", his feet were plunged into the mud, his expression frightened, and he roared loudly.

"Also called?"

Fang Cun rolled up his sleeves and fell again.

Then fell again.

Smashed...

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After smashing three or four times in a row, the elder Shenshan struggled and roared desperately from the beginning. At the end, there was almost no movement. When he looked again, Fang Cun was directly wedged into the soil like a nail. A head and a hand propped on the top of the head were exposed, and even this hand had already been smashed by the mountain.

When Fang Cun saw this, he laughed loudly, and fell again.

With a sound of "chicks", he let go of his sleeves when he smashed it down, and Shan Ying smashed the body of the mountain.

If it is to return his innate aura to him.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Cun was worried that he would jump out to make trouble, and jumped up tall.

While in the air, he was about to slap him down with a palm, knocking him unconscious, and ending.

However, he did not expect that under the palm of the wind, the expression of anger on the face of the elder Shenshan reached the extreme, but when the palm was about to be printed on his face, the anger was finally instant , Turned into a somewhat horrified look...

"Nine Heavens God and Demon Dance..."

He suddenly hissed and roared.

"Ok?"

Fang Cun's palm suddenly held his strength, and looked at him curiously.

The Elder Shenshan panicked and hissed: "The painting is a witch..."

"She is dancing the Nine Heavens God and Demon Dance..."