The saw-scale snake is a non-venomous snake, but with its sharp serrated scales, the strangling power is more threatening than any toxin.

Zhang Fan was trapped in the snake, his face remained unchanged, but he drove the Lingao shield to move rapidly around his body, forming a shield wall, and barely resisting the strangulation of the demon snake.

This is just a temporary measure, visible to the naked eye, the shield wall is being compressed step by step, and the light on the Lingao Shield is gradually dimming, and it seems that it will not last long.

As expected, Zhang Fan's expression remained motionless, but through the double patio formed by the body of the demon snake and the shield, looking up at the nine heavens, the cloud eagle flew into the clouds again, leaving no higher place until it was no longer visible.

It was time. A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and his thoughts suddenly became dark in the sky around him.

A huge three-legged golden crow magic image suddenly appeared behind him, with wide wings wide open and looking up at the sky, with a rebellious look in his eyes.

Black flames rose all over his body, and the golden crow suddenly roared with a long neck, and transparent ripples spread toward endless places with it as the center.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surging, and the sky and the earth changed color.

He is unyielding, and with a long roar, the mountains and rivers are shaking, and the world is reversed. The peerless style of a generation of demon kings is fully revealed.

Golden Crow Fire Feather is the original magical power of the monster, revealing the contempt of the strong and the strong in treating all living things like grass.

This "storm and rain" is the world's demon king who rises up and turns against the sky, and roars, and no one dares to stand on a high place.

The stages, positions, mentality, and momentum are also very different. So, isn’t the next step...

Silently understanding, Zhang Fan felt something.

If the earth blocks me, I will break the earth; if the sky blocks me, it will also break the sky. In line with the artistic conception, Zhang Fan laughed and stood up, reached out and pressed his hand on the Soul-falling Bell, shouted loudly, and his spiritual power was poured in like a flood discharge.

The falling soul bell rang happily, and the bell rang through the sky.

The tangible bells and the invisible long roars were mixed and sang, shaking the souls of all living beings in the range.

Among the clouds, the cloud eagle flying with wings was out of focus and rolled and fell;

On the earth, the saw-scale snake's smug color froze, and the continuous winding like a storm was stopped;

...

Out of reach.

A girl in white dress smiled and strangled a young man's neck with a gauze. Her tender and white little hand suddenly paused, and her expression was stunned: "This voice..."

"Oh." After coming to his senses, the young man's neck had been tilted on his shoulders, and it was accidentally cut off by the girl.

The girl stomped her feet, then turned anger into joy: "It's interesting."

...

In a dense forest, the girl in the skin was covered with a gentle look on her face, and she picked up a small green snake from the tree branch and gently stroked it in her hands.

Suddenly, she frowned and the little snake in her hand twisted in fear.

The girl's expression soothed, silently comforting the little snake, as if nothing could leave any trace in her heart, only the sound of golden bells on her wrists and ankles expressed her mood tactfully.

...

A disciple in green with an ordinary face, wandered in the forest with a cold expression.

Suddenly, he turned around and flew out a large handful of talismans. In the grass at the target, a hidden monk in blue clothes was shot out with scars. His limbs were trembling, his face was full of disbelief and regret, and he would not die for the time being.

The green-clothed disciple stepped forward silently, reached out his hand, and suddenly paused, with a concentrated look of listening on his face. After a while, he returned to calmness and put his slender fingers on the neck of the blue-clothed monk.

He took off the Qiankun bag and stood up. He looked at the plain in front of him, pondered for a while, and walked over.

...

The body of the sheep, eyes are under the armpits, tiger teeth, human claws, big heads and giant mouths, the fifth son of the dragon, Taotie's Dharma image appears in the air.

With a huge mouth, like a whirlpool, a monster with fangs and claws struggling desperately, but was still sucked in step by step.

After a while, the mantis's shell fell down empty, and the flesh and blood elixir disappeared without a trace.

Taotie's Dharma image dissipated, and the next one was a fat and white monk touched his stomach, burped, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Suddenly, his thick ears moved, and he looked into the distance in surprise, raised his eyebrows, and muttered, "Which guy is it? So fierce!"

On the first day, the first moment, the Wuhui Valley was already covered with blood, and Zhang Fan's first battle reached the last moment.

The soul of the cloud eagle was ignorant, like a meteorite falling from the sky, falling from a high altitude. If it continues like this, it will naturally die without life, but if it can wake up in time, it may not be without vitality.

Unfortunately, this vitality was immediately extinguished by a small circle.

The passionate ring flew up from Zhang Fan's hand and turned into a beam of light soaring into the sky. The next moment, a series of spiritual circles emerged from the eagle's beak, wing roots, and claws, locking the cloud eagle tightly like a rice dumpling. Even if it can wake up at a critical moment, it will not be able to break free for a while.

That is to say, it is dead.

Zhang Fan stopped paying attention and turned his attention to the demon snake that gradually woke up, and his huge body began to twist again like a gear.

Taking a deep breath, regardless of his pale face, Zhang Fan urged his spiritual power to the limit, and the Soul-falling Bell and Lingao Shield instantly lost support and fell to the ground.

The three-legged golden crow behind him had a change of breath, and the demonic aura was everywhere. At the same time, five-colored spiritual lights flashed on his hand.

"Get me up!" Zhang Fan let out a sharp roar, and a five-color light flowed. The huge palm composed of spiritual energy suddenly appeared seven inches of the demon snake. He pinched it and lifted it up.

——Innate Qi is a great capture.

As soon as the saw-scale snake's gaze changed from confusion to fierceness, it felt that the vital part was pinched up and suddenly screamed in panic.

In the chaos of the soul, there was no time to think about it, the instinct of the snake dominated its reaction.

As soon as the snake is grasped at the vital points of seven inches, its sharp fangs will lose its effect. At this time, the snake's first reaction is to throw its body up, wrap its arms tightly, and twist it.

If the arm is entangled and loses strength, he will naturally get out of trouble and bite it back. But if the snake itself is pinched and loses its strength, it will lose its ability to resist from now on and hang down like a hemp rope.

The problem is that the innate qi captures the palm of pure spiritual energy, and there is no arm at all. The saw-scale snake naturally entangled it in the air, and its huge body was thrown up like a whip, and then fell down weakly.

The demon snake suddenly felt something was wrong. Not only did it not hurt the enemy, but it caused the opponent to escape from his own killing formation. He was immediately panicked and struggled desperately in the air and started to twist.

The huge palm was under this huge force and cracked inch by inch, and it was about to dissipate.

However, it was too late. In the terrified gaze of the saw-scale snake, the black arrow was slowly mounted on the sunset bow, and the scene that once reappeared again.

A new charred scar appeared on the earth, and the wind blade and the fire feather rushed into the wounds caused by their predecessors and burst. At close range, the terrifying power of the Golden Crow Fire Feather was fully demonstrated.

The huge body of the saw-scale snake was shaken away from a distance, and the bloody upper half smashed into a small lake a hundred feet away. The snake's blood spread out, making the lake surface bright red like the sunset, and only a small part of its tail was dragged on the ground by the lake, twitching unconsciously.

At the same time, with a roar, the cloud eagle chiseled into the ground hard. The huge impulse made a large amount of blood spray out like a fountain. It was dozens of feet in a radius, and the red blood dots shone like stars, which felt quite sad and beautiful.

"It's finally over!" Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt his legs weak, his head was empty, and his spiritual power was exhausted, so he was about to cover his head and sleep.
Chapter completed!