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Chapter 161 Broken by the Devil? (seeking subscription)

boom!
A deafening voice sounded.

Under the desperate gaze of the other party, Fang Yang remained expressionless, and continued to exert force with his palms.

The Formless Demon Physique has been activated, and the energy and blood are surging.

He exuded a terrifying message, capable of destroying almost everything.

If Fang Yang hadn't been approached by the so-called divine light, there might still be a chance to fight, but at this moment, Fang Yang had already come in front of her.

Facing the formless demon body, it became a complete crush.

Rolling in the mist.

Fang Yang was condescending and pinched the opponent's neck.

The huge dharma image behind the wife of the suzerain began to collapse continuously, and at first it was just a series of cracks.

As Fang Yang continued to exert force, these cracks became denser and larger.

In the end, it crashed.

The suzerain's wife also spat out blood, and was thrown on the ground by Fang Yang like garbage.

His face was pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Until now, she couldn't figure out what was going on. She could feel that Fang Yang's strength was not strong.

But the other party's physical body is emphasized to the extreme, it is even stronger than the physical training in those bitter cold places.

"Don't you like pain? If so, then this deity will give you pain!"

Fang Yang's voice was indifferent, and his pupils were deep.

A finger stretched out, with a little glow on the finger, like hell, able to absorb almost all the light.

Then, it suddenly landed on the suzerain's wife.

"what!"

"it hurts!"

"Forgive me, I can't take it anymore..."

Waves of wailing echoed in the mist. In order to make the other party feel the extreme pain, Fang Yang almost opened the devil finger.

And this time, there was no joy.

The suzerain's wife kept rolling on the ground, her face twisted and painful, while Fang Yang watched all this coldly, without any pity on her face.

[Beauty is like jade, right here, this is a good wife, wife, the beauty lies in the second word.At this moment, her husband is here, why not kill her husband, use this place as a mourning hall, and then, in the mourning hall...]
The narration that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly appeared, and the style is still so unique.

Fang Yang's head was full of black lines, and she didn't bother to take care of it. She flicked her sleeves, and a gust of wind swept out from her sleeves, instantly smashing the billowing thick fog into pieces.

……

Outside the square, everyone in the Demonic Dao was at war, ready to strike anytime, anywhere, but at this moment, the painful wailing and groaning of the Suzerain's wife came out immediately.

Better than the influence of charm, even at this moment, there is a slight tremor and temptation in her wailing.

Everyone present was stunned, and at the same time, they turned their attention to the suzerain, always feeling that the voice was familiar and humiliating.

The suzerain was also taken aback for a moment, feeling something was wrong, and followed the plan he had discussed with his wife.

At this time, the devil should have been subdued by the madam, and he is still being tortured by the madam, why now, it seems that the madam is being tortured?
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, and the more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became.

But Ye Qinghong's eyes had turned cold in an instant, he clenched his Qingying sword tightly, and wanted to cut through the thick fog with one sword, and snatch the master.

As a result, the next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the thick fog began to quickly recede.

The scene inside also appeared in front of everyone.

The Mozun has a tall and straight figure, with a billowing black robe, his figure is so stalwart, so stern.

But in front of Mozun, the suzerain's wife had almost collapsed, her face was pale, as weak as she wanted.

His eyes were full of numbness and bewilderment.

As if reduced to the walking dead.

Husband's present...

This thought popped up in everyone's heart at the same time, and it was still growing crazily.

The gaze became more and more strange, more and more awed.

It is worthy of being a Demon Lord, it is worthy of being called the emperor of color, it is too fierce, in front of the suzerain of Hehuan sect, he can do such a violent thing, moreover, he even tossed the suzerain's wife into such a state, It seems... broken.

It's amazing!
It's awe-inspiring.

And this time...

Ye Qinghong, Hua Lianyue, Gong Yajun, and Guan Qinghan also cast their gazes over. Seeing that Fang Yang was safe and sound, they breathed a sigh of relief. Then they looked at Fang Yang's black robe, and saw that the black robe was billowing without any wrinkles. This is completely relieved.

Especially Hua Lianyue and Gong Yajun, both of them are very good at coquetry, and the skills they practice are also closely related to this, but at a glance, they can see that the suzerain's wife and Fang Yang have nothing to do with each other.

"Bitch, it's beyond your capabilities to still try to seduce the master just because you are like this."

Gong Yajun snorted coldly, her beautiful face was full of disdain, but she knelt on the ground, and used the supreme Buddhist scriptures and the sound way to resolve the evil spirit of the Demon Lord.

Therefore, it is very clear how powerful and difficult the evil spirit of the Demon Lord is, and it is impossible to completely dissolve it in such a short period of time.

And Hua Lianyue also stayed where she was, looking at the stalwart back of her master, with a single finger, the Red Dust Gu entered her body again, dormant in her body, motionless.

Afterwards, she looked coldly at the devil, at the man she had always hated the most.

For some reason, when she learned that this man did not commit adultery in public, she felt a little joy and relief.

This made her feel as if she was facing a formidable enemy, with her eyes full of struggles.

……

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are dancing.

The square in front of Shadow Moon Temple is so quiet.

Everyone turned their attention to Fang Yang and the wife of the suzerain who fell into a coma on the ground.

The Patriarch of the Hehuan Sect was so fierce that he couldn't bear it any longer, his robes fluttered around, his expression was ferocious and terrifying, the void behind him was constantly shaking, and finally formed a huge shadow.

Beside him, the master of the Corpse Control Sect slowly stood up the huge black coffin.

The coffin was cold and terrifying.

There were chains tied on it, and the terrifying monster inside seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. It was clawing at the edge of the coffin, making rattling noises, making the chains shake continuously.

The master of the ghost lamp sect also clenched the burning lamp in his hand. The burning lamp continued to burn, and there seemed to be ghosts whimpering inside.

The three major suzerains, with murderous aura, have already planned to fight Fang Yang desperately, and if they are broken, they will be broken, and if they continue, there will be chaos.

Originally, they were still thinking of reaping the benefits of the fisherman, and waited until they fully tested the strength of the devil before making a move.

But now, the devil has become more and more rampant, and they can't bear it anymore.

The atmosphere became more and more tense, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, which seemed to be full of wind and rain.

All three are waiting, and no one wants to take the lead.

A group of Demonic Daoists had long been stupefied by this scene, especially after feeling the terrifying aura, they were all terrified and wished they could just lay down on the ground.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer...

Those present are all powerful in the Dharma Body Realm, and if they make a random move, they may be able to raze the square to the ground.

The three Dharma Bodies appeared at the same time, several feet high, just standing in the void, looking at Fang Yang coldly, a terrifying aura pervaded, and they all suppressed Fang Yang.

The three major suzerains are all existences at the peak of Sanye, and there is only a thin line between them and Blood Rain Demon Lord.

The momentum of the three joining hands is not something ordinary people can stop, even if it is only for a moment, the body will collapse immediately.

However, at this moment, Fang Yang was expressionless. Xuan Tiance had already reached its peak, but even so, he still felt that sense of oppression.After all, he is only in the realm of a great master now, but relying on the strength of the Formless Demon Physique, he can fight against the realm of Yiye Dharmakaya.

But even so, he didn't have any fear, just watched all this with cold eyes, intending to crush the Mozunka anytime and anywhere.

Then, kill the group of people.

Clang!
The green shadow sword was unsheathed, and Ye Qinghong took the lead. The green robe bloomed like a lotus flower, and the blue silk fluttered like frost and snow. Those cold pool-like pupils were extremely stubborn. She would never allow anyone to provoke her master.

Even death!
However, before she flew in front of Fang Yang, Fang Yang stopped her behind with a wave of his sleeve, not wanting to hurt her.

Holding the sword, Ye Qinghong's eyes were full of reluctance, her lips were tightly pursed, and she wanted to rush forward, but soon she met a pair of gentle and deep eyes.

"Stand still, dear boy,"

"Trust Master, mere ants can't do anything to me."

"The deity has a hundred ways to crush them to death."

Ye Qinghong paused for a word, listening to Master's domineering words, looking at that gentle gaze, for some reason, he chose to trust, that stubborn face softened for the first time.

And this time...

Swish!
In the crowd, a flying shadow flew by, with silver hair fluttering.

A sinking fish and a wild goose are as cold as ice.

It was the saintess of the Tianmo sect, Guan Qinghan.

At this moment, a huge Dharma image also emerged from behind her, with a silvery white body and cold eyes, like ice and snow.

As soon as it appeared, it opened its full glory.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the city was full of frost.

Endless snowflakes fell from the sky, full of coldness, she just flew out of the crowd and rushed towards Fang Yang.

So fast, so sudden, many people didn't even notice.

The Sect Master of Hehuan Sect, the Sect Master of Corpse Controlling Sect, and the Sect Master of Ghost Lantern Sect, when they saw this scene, they were stunned at the same time, and excitement flashed across their eyes.

OK, great!
They were still hesitating before not to take the lead, but now, the saintess of the Tianmo sect flew out first.

This time, the devil will definitely die!

(End of this chapter)