Chapter 1107 Prince George
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Just in the army of the Protoss, and also entered the moment of the huge bones of the Ghost Wu Shengjun, the vitality of the entire tomb suddenly boiled.
"Wind, this tomb of Ghost Wu Shengjun has changed."
"Yes, I feel that the space is getting more and more solid, and a large number of people are pouring into it, which has ignited the prohibition."
"A large number of Protoss troops have also entered the tomb. The vitality in the tomb is obviously different. We are all unable to survive and are forced to come out of it."
The imaginary cloud, the fisherman feels that the surrounding vitality suddenly boils, and can not help but be surprised. Because in the boiling energy, their own Taoism, was greatly suppressed, almost squeezed out of space.
In some passages, the Jinxian, finally invisible, the violent explosion of the whole body, one after another showing the form.
"It doesn't matter. It may be that the atmosphere of the Protoss army has inspired the spirit of the Ghost Wujun tomb, and it has created a tide. If I am there, I will not show the form. We will first find the spirit, collect one by one, reduce the ghost Wusheng. The power of the Jun tombs." Fang Han ignited the realm of heaven and earth, turned into a shadow, and went deeper.
Along the way, he also saw many large forces of Jinxian flying wildly, one by one can not hide the shape.
Only his realm is extraordinary, and the vitality of the tomb can not affect him.
"Well? Looking for a thread!"
Fang Tianyi, who was working in Fang Hanyi, spun in the tomb of the well-connected, deep into it. Suddenly, what he seemed to have sensed, stayed in a secret passage, facing the wall and suddenly hit a palm.
Hey! This palm does not cause a counter-attack of the secret passage, but a secret door in the passage automatically opens. A stone room appeared.
Among the stone chambers, the light is shining, like a galaxy flowing. It is very different from the black grave.
"Sure enough, this end of the king's end of the road, also has a great effect on the grave of the ghost Wu Shengjun." Fang Han just used Zhou Tianyi to calculate a position where the spiritual pulse is located, and sure enough to open the secret door on the grave. I saw the place where the spirit is.
In the secret room behind the dark door, a galaxy-like vein, a first-order pulse.
The general light of countless stars is dotted on the veins.
This spirit is constantly supplying vitality and infiltrating into the walls of the tomb. Some arrays rely on this first-order thread to operate.
This first-order spirit, extremely tyrannical, continuous, more able to extract the beginning of the air from some of the virtual air, to supplement their own growth, seems to have produced their own spiritual knowledge, to begin to practice in general.
"A strong spirit!"
Fang Han is in this stone room, showing his body, stepping forward, and secretly observing the surroundings, it is necessary to transport the "end of the road" to collect this thread.
He has already noticed that among the huge bones, such a thread does not know how many pieces support the entire tomb, and this time it enters the tomb, even if nothing is obtained, it can collect these veins. , have been a great harvest.
In the heavens, Yuan Shidan, Lingmai are hard currency, and everything can be exchanged.
Even the top quality fairy, even the golden fairy law, can be bought with the spirit.
If you can collect all the spiritual veins in this skeleton, Fang Han will immediately become a rich man in heaven. Even if you encounter a surpassing the existence of Jin Xian, you can use the wealth to buy the killer, and torment the other side.
"Kid, dare!"
At the moment when Fang Han began to collect this thread, a huge roar screamed and spread into the stone room. With a bang, an old man also flew into the stone room, watching Fang Han, shaking his hand and hitting it. A magic weapon, illuminated on all sides, settled the first-order vein in the center of the stone room: "Boy, what is your identity, I dare to charge this first-order spirit. This grave of the ghost Wu Shengjun has been our Lord of the Golden Pavilion. In the fancy, the Golden Pavilion is the prince of Heaven, and no one can offend, and anyone who violates his will will die!"
The old man took a spiritual pulse and issued a fierce warning. At the same time, he sprayed three swords in his mouth and circled Fang Han and so on.
The arrogance of behavior is simply amazing.
collapse!
The imaginary cloud quickly pointed out and resisted the Jianguang. He said to the old man: "This thread is the first thing we found. Entering the tomb of the ghost Wujunjun, it is the treasure of the baby. You are the Golden Pavilion. The prince's person, we are also the feather door, the person who is the **** of Houmen."
"Little girls are looking for death!" The old man's eyes are sharp: "What is the feather door, the gods and the government, is it better than the Prince of the Golden Pavilion. We are heavenly people, heavenly orthodox, squatting quickly! Climb out of the stone room, otherwise let you The three juniors died without a place to die."
On the top of the old man's head, between the roars, he flew out of the three powerful mountains and smashed toward the three people. The mountain of vitality seemed to have been directly moved from Taikoo, and the suppression came and it was fierce.
"Wind, this person's background is the Prince of the Golden Pavilion, what do we do..." The virtual cloud immediately passed the mind to Fang Han, where knows that the mind is passed to half, and Fang Han stepped out and directly put it The three vital mountains crashed, and the room was full of energy.
Hey! Hey! The old man of the Golden Pavilion retired a few steps and his face showed an incredible look.
"Primary, you are self-destructive." He slammed his body and smashed, and his body became taller. The whole body was golden. "I haven’t shown the nine-day Golden Emperor for a long time. You actually made me an exception. Very good! Now you can't even stay with the whole body."
"Where is such a mad old thing, I don't know how many pounds I have." Fang Hanxi's flashing, his hands hard to tear, the old man's body care golden light was actually torn open, Fang Han stepped Going in, close to the old man, punching heavily, bombarded on the chest of the old man.
puff!
The old man was caught off guard, and was blown by Fang Han’s blood.
Fang Han was another one, grabbed the head of the old man, slammed it, slammed, and screwed it down. Then behind him, there was a huge melting pot, and the old man was directly thrown into the eight furnaces.
The raging dragon burned, and the old man struggled in the eight furnaces, and he was struggling, but then he made a scream of screaming, turning into a vitality, filling the limbs of Fang Han.
This old man is also a golden fairy. His mana is very strong. He is similar to the old man of the Eight Diagrams. It is no wonder that he is so arrogant and looks down on the junior.
However, it was also killed by Fang Han, not an opponent at all.
"Lingmai receives! I am integrated into my body!" Fang Han took a shot to kill this arrogant old man, refining into eight furnaces, and then grabbed the big hand, showing the end of the way, deeply penetrated into that one Among the spirits. Between the loud bangs, the first-order lingering spirit of this star was caught by Fang Hansheng and turned into a galaxy-like dragon, which was taken into the body.
As soon as the Spirit was ingested, many hidden loneliness in the stone room ceased to function and lost power.
In the stone room, it is also dark.
The shadows are everywhere, the ghosts are heavy, and the wind is blowing.
"Wind, this old man is a Guardian of the Golden Pavilion, called the Seven Steps to chase the soul, the character is hot, killing people without a word, practicing a lot of powerful evil laws, used to be a cult leader. Later, he was surrendered by the owner of the Golden Pavilion and became the protector of the Golden Pavilion. Now he is killed, and the disaster is not too shallow."
"What kind of disaster?" Fang Han did not agree. "In this tomb, now the fish and dragons are mixed, whoever kills it is not necessarily, and if it dies, it will die."
The old man who "seven steps chasing the soul" refining in the eight melting furnaces, the rule of the golden fairy, the spirit, the magical power, once again made Fang Han benefit. Fang Han is also rude, and all the magic weapons on his body are directly smelted to supplement his own kingdom.
Since he has realized the realm of heaven and earth, his own kingdom of God is like a big stomach king. How to devour the spirits is swallowing dissatisfaction.
Hey! After the old man was refining, Fang Han’s body, a thirty-three days to the treasure and turned into a Chinese fairy.
"Well, very good, and charged a first-order spirit. This is not the eye of Haihou Shengquan. I have twenty-one first-order veins." Fang Hanqing points to the number of spiritual veins in his body. There is a joy of accumulating wealth.
"Go! Let's continue to look for the spirit, and find the residual picture of the ghost Wu Shengjun." Fang Han's body flickered, flew out of this stone room, and continued to fly deep into the grave.
"In this tomb, there is the existence of the king's spiritual pulse. If it can be collected, then it will be truly rich." The imaginary cloud is full of heart: "Wind, your current strength, even if it is a big heaven, Jinxian I am afraid that it is one of the best. The genius of countless rivers and sands is not comparable to you. However, if you collect the king's spirit, even if you are a ancestors, you are not sure if you are sure to collect it?"
"Try it, if I encounter the king's pulse, I will desperately charge it." Fang Hanxin also has some eagerness to move, a king-level spirit, even if it is 10,000 first-order spirits can not match. The two sides are not a level of existence, this is not the content of the beginning of the gas, but the difference in quality, the king's spirit, contains the unique ancestral spirit, and the origin of the king.
With a kingly spirit, Fang Han is equal to immediately becoming the ranks of the richest in heaven.
Hey!
Just after Fang Han left the stone room, in the stone room, suddenly a group of people came in, a young man headed, dressed in golden clothes, wearing a golden crown, the atmosphere is still above the Murong.
"Golden Prince, a first-order spirit in this stone room, was actually taken away." In this golden dress young man, a middle-aged master.
"Seven steps to chase the soul?" The golden dress young man swept the entire stone room. "How old is this, how is it so ridiculous? Is it a pathfinder, people are gone?" Between the words, his finger flicked, a piece The golden illusion in the stone room, the time in the stone room, there are signs of slight backflow.
what!
In the time-lapse, a scream was passed from it.
"The seven-step chasing soul has encountered a poisonous hand!" The face of the golden prince became very cold: "Whoever dares to kill me, I want him to be completely destroyed!"
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