The king does not see the king [Honghuang]

Sweeping past, only a few hundred meters out of Xiatai, Huan Dan suddenly found that the terrifying heat in his hands subsided.

Turning his head to look, he saw Ji Yizhao was pale and frowning.

"How are you?"

"No wonder my father wants to suppress the blood in my body." Ji Yizhao shook his head slightly, "Let's go, I can still hold on."

"We are heading south, and the formation of the three talents of heaven, earth and man is not very large, and it is only a few hundred miles away from the center of the suppression. After going out, when the time comes back to Yishan, the Peacock King will definitely suppress the restless demon blood in you." Huan Danla Zhu Yizhao's hand tightened even more, and his speed was a few minutes faster.

"En." Ji Yizhao understood that he couldn't wait for his father any longer at this time, and it would be a big trouble if he fell into Xuannv's hands. His expression remained unchanged, but his right hand was tightly clenched, almost bleeding from pinching.

The heart was in great pain, and a ray of flame was generated in the ventricle, making him go crazy even though he was buffered by the demon blood, but also in the same pain.

Every time he beats, his demon blood grows stronger in his body, and his heart beats faster because of this, but he feels that although the heart is strengthened by the demon blood, it can no longer support such a strong output of demon power, and he has persisted until now, It is also because there is still the essence of Wutu in the body to suppress the demon blood.

But after he broke through the mark between his eyebrows just now, Wutu essence also spread rapidly.

That fire is too domineering.

Maybe if you don't reach the Southern Wilderness, you will die of heart failure, right?

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight was scattered, which was not conducive to escape. The rain all over the sky drenched his body, but it immediately condensed and covered the surface of the skin like frost. After a while, he even had a few ice shards on his eyelashes.

Huan Dan stopped suddenly, and landed in a barren hill in the city, with an arrow backhanded.

The flames at the tip of the arrow flowed, tearing up the illusory rain, forcing the man to see himself in person.

The person behind him is suddenly a huge phantom formed by the condensation of rainwater. He does not have the high-spiritedness of the Yellow Emperor, nor does he have the awe-inspiring aura. He is just ordinary coarse linen clothes, bamboo sticks and hemp shoes, with deep eyes and gentleness like an elder.

Then Huan Dan felt a little bitter in his heart.

Xia Yu, the god, has made great achievements for hundreds of generations. He has controlled water for thirteen years. He has never entered the house three times. He measured the mountains and rivers of Kyushu with a bamboo stick. The bloody battle against the demon king, to relieve the dangers of the world, has been the emperor for 15 years, poor food and clothing, and humble palaces, because of Xia Li's thousand-year foundation.

In this way, the emperor with immeasurable merits, how dare he use a sharp blade to do it.

But Ji Yizhao pulled him behind him, looked up at the huge phantom: "Why kill me?"

After a long time, the phantom slowly said: "You are a demon."

"I don't eat people!" Ji Yizhao said angrily.

"Gou Chen." The phantom said calmly.

Ji Yizhao was startled, he saw a star in the northern starry sky shining brightly, and it was the star of Gouchen, the lord of the Northern Star Palace.

Knowing that there was nothing to turn around, Ji Yizhao raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, narrowed his flaming eyes, held the flute in his hand, and played it softly.

There are countless combinations of short sounds, but they are as silent as the sound waves of bats, and everything they pass is reduced to powder.

Huan Dan raised his hand and drew his bow, and fired three long arrows at once, without any phantom effect, just straight and strong, straight and fierce.

Nothing beats arrows breaking mountains and rivers.

For the ancient sage kings on this earth, any trick to confuse the enemy is vain, and they are far more experienced than themselves.

But Dayu raised his hand at will and pulled the bamboo stick lightly. At that moment, the pressure of the whole world seemed to be concentrated on that stick.

It was only after fighting several times that both Huan Dan and Ji Yizhao felt that their vitality was exhausted, and there were dangers in the exchange of energy, and only then did they realize that the ancient sage king was really strong.

"Junior." Dayu's voice was thick and elegant, "Your arrow is hesitating."

Huan Dan changed hands and shot out another arrow, deflecting the bamboo stick a few inches, saving Ji Yizhao, and said calmly: "Since I have done this way, I will never regret it."

"So, why not do the last move?" Dayu calmly waved his hand and brushed the long arrow away, "Can't you pull the real sun-shooting bow?"

"Houyi's Nine Styles are extremely powerful. From ancient times to the present, only the five emperors and Taikang have practiced them." Although Huan Dan is raising his bow, there is still a trace of respect in his words, "Huan Dan is dull, only superficial. , not the essence."

Although the conversation was harmonious, the two sides never hesitated to make a move, and between repetitions, they were ruthless.

Ji Yizhao's sound technique was too child's play for the ancient emperor, and could hardly break his protective energy, but when he performed the technique recklessly, his chest became more painful, and finally he was a bit slower in a turn.

Huan Dan was startled, he quickly stood in front of him, replaced his stick with a bow, and fought hard with his bamboo stick.

"boom!"

There was smoke and dust all around, the foundation of Huan Dan's vitality was too far behind, the long bow broke, and the sound of several bone cracks resounded clearly, and Yi Zhao behind him was shaken away from far away.The entire left arm bone was broken in half, exposed outside the skin, dripping with blood.

Show defeat.

Ji Yizhao was heartbroken and angry, regardless of the pain in his chest, he forced himself to play the flute with broken bones.

woo-

There was a soft cry, it was the low voice of dead souls from the bottom of the Nine Netherworld.

It doesn't spread because of the sky and the earth, and doesn't disappear because of the distance. The voice spreads faintly and spreads from itself, but it makes the phantom's fingers pause slightly.

"How?" Ji Yizhao sneered, "Maybe I can't hold out under your command for too long, but word of mouth tells me that within ten thousand miles, no mortal can survive."

If it is a strong Tianque, he can naturally resist his sound killing technique, but there is no problem with the syllable that makes ordinary people die.

The scene froze for a moment.

Huan Dan was taken aback.

The atmosphere of the scene was as cold as ice, and the sound of a heartbeat could almost be heard.

After half a moment, Xuying Fang said slowly: "10 people can be buried with the Demon Emperor, and it will not be humiliating."

Ji Yizhao's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the next second, tremendous pressure rushed to the sky, he hugged Huan Dan and rolled away in embarrassment, and escaped just now.

Seeing the killing intent accompanying him, he forced himself to dodge it with the technique of void, but his body's vitality was too tyrannical, and it was difficult to use it several times.

Although Huan Dan was anxious, the technique was so untraceable that he couldn't find a chance to intervene.

He joined the arm bones together, and suddenly drew a longbow from his spine.

The body of the bow was cast like gold, and it also had the color of sunlight at night. He pulled the bowstring, but as usual, the bowstring didn't move at all.

He held back the pain and forcibly drew the bow, feeling more and more anxious.

Even if he was forced to come here, Yi Zhao never thought of dying with innocent people.

Yizhao never harmed anyone.

Why are humans and demons so immortal

If demons cannibalize humans, don't beasts also eat humans?

What if the beasts in the world are killed and the human race is left alone?

If the food of our human race has to resist in the future, is it the destiny again?

Yi Zhao is a demon and has human blood, why can't he stay?

If the destiny really wanted to destroy the monsters, why did it give the monster clan a sign of great prosperity?

The weak eat the strong, life and death are extinguished, and the monster race is also a ring of heaven. Dayan is fifty, and heaven is four and nine. All things have a chance of life, and extinction is not an option.

His eyes suddenly flickered, because he saw the longbow in his hand was pulled away a little.

Yes.

The sky is not destroyed by demons, but to destroy it is to go against the sky. Following the will of heaven is called the destiny, and going against the will of heaven is called the punishment of heaven.

It turned out to be the case.

Seeing Yi Zhao's phenomena appearing all over the world, and about to be killed by the opponent's stick, Huan Dan suddenly raised his bow, and a huge phantom suddenly appeared behind him, like an ancient giant, following him, pulling the bow and setting the arrow.

He finally understood the Sun Shooting Bow, and understood the last move of the Sun Shooting Bow, shooting the sun to kill the sky.

In ancient times, Hou Yi shot the sun for the way of heaven, and in the middle ages, the lord of Dongyi was for survival.And now.

Huan Dan smiled slightly and let go.

The huge figure also shot out an arrow, and the two arrows merged into one, but disappeared strangely at that moment.

At the same time, a long arrow appeared in the phantom's chest, piercing out from the back.

Dayu sighed with regret: "God's will..."

In the next moment, countless cracks appeared on his figure, and blue light splashed on the screen, rushing to the sky, the whole sky seemed to be silent, and the rain was pouring down.

Huan Dan lowered his head, and stroked his forehead with his fingers, covering the cracked mark there.

Afterwards, he picked up the longbow, turned his head and smiled at Yi Zhao who was worried: "It's all right, let's go."