You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Fang Lei's plan was to let Saint Yuntian confront the Thousand Faces Lord head-on.

However, such a strategy was undoubtedly a risky move, and it would expose itself if it was not careful.

But having said that...

Saint Yuntian's primary suspect was destined not to be Fang Lei, but the Thousand Faces Lord who wanted to enter Yinxu at all times.

...

Sure enough, the next moment Saint Yuntian's angry roar echoed over Yinxu, like a biting cold wind, instantly breaking the dead silence of Yinxu.

"Thousand Faces!"

His voice was full of majesty and anger, as if it could penetrate the barriers of time and space and reach the ears of Thousand Faces outside Yinxu.

The next moment, as if in response to Saint Yuntian's question, Yinxu actually began to become unpredictable.

Then, a dark blood gas slowly overflowed from the depths of Yinxu, and they drifted in the air in strands, gradually gathering into a huge beast.

This giant beast is about several dozen feet in size, and its body color is dark blood red.

It has eight heads of different shapes and shapes, each of which exudes a ferocious aura that makes people feel frightened.

The largest head has a crown of thorns made of flesh and blood, which looks both weird and majestic.

In addition, its body is also integrated with the limbs, claws and fur of countless beasts, each of which exudes a dangerous aura.

Although the size is obviously different, the moment Fang Lei saw this giant beast, he recognized it as the Thousand-Faced Lord who was blocked by the Chaos Bell.

"Sure enough, this guy has infiltrated in a long time ago!" Fang Lei was not surprised.

He did not doubt the ability of the Chaos Bell, but a reasonable guess.

Even if the power of the Chaos Bell is enough to block the huge Sky Mark, but...

Since there is such a huge Sky Mark, there must be a smaller Sky Mark.

Fang Lei never regarded his opponents as fools. The Lord of Thousand Faces could not just wait day after day.

These tiny Heavenly Marks were indeed not enough to allow the Lord of Thousand Faces to pass through.

But over time, Thousand Faces had many ways to bypass the Chaos Bell and infiltrate some of its power into Yinxu.

The clone in front of him was the best example!

Fang Lei's thoughts flowed like water, recalling the figures of the group of monks chasing the Chaos Bell, and the countless living dead who appeared in Yinxu...

"Blood God Cult, Blood Destroying Tower..."

"These two forces have problems!" Fang Lei said with certainty.

*****

"Roar--"

A deafening roar echoed over Yinxu, full of contempt and provocation.

This was a direct provocation from the clone of Thousand Faces to Saint Yuntian.

"You..." Saint Yuntian's voice echoed over Yinxu again.

But this time, the voice revealed a little surprise and anger.

Even he did not expect that there was a Chaos Bell guarding the Heavenly Trace, why would the Thousand-Faced Clone slip in.

"You actually bypassed the Chaos Bell?"

At this time, above Yinxu, in the Sea of ​​Clouds Mountains, the face of Saint Yuntian gradually appeared.

His eyes were as cold and ruthless as ice, without showing any warmth or mercy. He looked at the clone of the Thousand-Faced Lord with indifference but fear.

The Thousand-Faced Lord, who was in the strange domain, stared at Saint Yuntian with his eight heads at the same time. He did not reply, but the fierce light in his eyes was enough to scare people.

Seeing this scene, Saint Yuntian was naturally furious!

"Clear the clouds and see the sun!"

It seemed that because of the more angry move, the sea of ​​clouds was instantly torn apart like a curtain.

Then, an extremely hot sun jumped out again, shining on the world below.

The heat of the sun's true fire seemed to be able to burn everything.

At this moment, it mercilessly burned the clone of the Thousand-Faced Lord. In just a moment, endless blood and energy came out of the other party's body, and the breath seemed slightly weak.

However, the Thousand-Faced Lord was not an existence waiting to die on the spot.

He suddenly raised his head, and then slapped the ground fiercely with countless claws at the same time.

In an instant, the ground broke into pieces, and countless rocks and soil flew into the air.

These rocks and soils flew towards the candle flame called "sun" like angry moths.

The rocks and soil became more and more, thicker and thicker, and gradually gathered into a huge stone ball, as if to completely cover the scorching sun.

At the same time, as the rocks and soil became more and more, thicker and thicker, the sun's light became weaker and weaker, and the height became lower and lower.

It was as if the earth was swallowing and sealing the sun.

…

Seeing this scene, Yuntian Saint’s face became even more gloomy, and his voice was like the impact of cold iron:

“Tianwen Falling Sun!” (Wen: Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud)

This sentence made the originally shaky sun lose its support instantly. It no longer resisted and accelerated towards the clone of the Thousand-Faced Lord!

The clone of the Thousand-Faced Lord saw this and knew that there was no escape.

So he poured all his strength into the largest beast head. The next moment, the breath of this beast head became extremely dangerous, as if it contained the power to destroy everything and the great power of the original body.

Its fierce eyes opened, its huge mouth opened, and it bit down on the sun that hit it.

Boom—the explosion was deafening, and the whole earth was shaken.

Endless smoke spread, covering all sights.

When the smoke gradually dissipated, a slightly dim little sun flew back to the sky from the dust.

The air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder and fire, and the cracks on the ground seemed to tell of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

But the Thousand-Faced Lord's clone disappeared without a trace under this attack.

Yuntian Saint also seemed to have accomplished his goal. After scanning Yinxu, the virtual face above the sea of ​​clouds disappeared.

…

In the inner scene——

"Let's go, it's your turn to pick up the bargain!"

Fang Lei looked at Li Changlu and others who had recovered from their injuries behind him.

"The seriously injured Thousand Faces clone is in your hands!"

Fang Lei left all of them behind...

"Li Changlu, thank you Fang Lei! Thank you, benefactor!"

"Mei Pei'er, thank you Fang Lei!..."

"Li Zhe, thank you..."

Fang Lei left with Gu Canghao without looking back, but he used the words again:

"Lying in an isolated village without feeling sorry for myself, I still think of guarding Luntai for my country.

Lying in bed late at night listening to the wind and rain, I dream of iron horses and icy rivers!"

(Source: "The Wind and Rain on November 4th" by Lu You)

This poem once again calls for ambition!

"Dragon horses with snow-white fur, golden saddles and Wuling heroes. Autumn frost cuts jade swords, sunset shines on pearl robes.

Cockfighting is a matter of thousands of chariots, and the pavilion is so high. Bows crush tigers in Nanshan, and hands catch gibbones in Taihang.

After drinking, they compete with each other for elegance, and play with precious swords after three cups. Killing people is like cutting grass, and Ju Meng travels with them.

He went to Hangu Pass with great enthusiasm and joined the army to Lintao. He fought hundreds of battles and the Huns all fled.

He came back drunk and refused to pay homage to Xiao Cao. He was ashamed to enter Yuan Xian's room, and hid in the weeds for debauchery."

(Source: "The White Horse" by Li Bai)

This poem, and the sword and mount are given again, waiting for the triumphant return!

After the two poems fell, these old and weak all held their heads high, and there was no old age and death in their eyes.

……

Not far away——

The thousand-faced clone hiding here also seemed to sense the danger and became particularly vigilant.