Chapter 1151, posing as a murderer (1)
"Teacher, the cultivation of your body is too envious for the brother. I have received so many magic weapons, and the eight floats are not to be said. Although the wing of freedom is a fake, it is not worth more. The bones are passed down, It is even more invincible. But if you practice alone and learn from mystery, it is too slow. It is better to go to the depths of the door to find a master."
Hidden breath, into the big business ancient city, Fang Han, Dao Xu Shengzi, Chen Yimei three into the transmission array. However, their goal is to be a virtual state.
Fang Han had to return to the feather door, and suddenly remembered it. Anyway, the ancient city of Guzhou was not far from the virtual state. It was a small half-hour to transfer the ancient array. So I decided to go to the virtual home of the ancient city of Virtual State and see the illusion. cloud.
The three passed through the ancient array.
"Looking for a master?" Fang Hanyi, this thought, although he entered the Yuhuamen, but has not been taught by the formal master, he has not officially learned the true pass of the feather door.
"Well, the elders of Yuhuamen are now in the heavens, or in the top secret areas, basically not coming out. But occasionally some of the elders are thinking very quietly, they will come out and move, and pick the disciples who are extremely talented. For the disciples, personally teach the Taoism, and support each other in the distant years of the monastic practice. With your qualifications of the younger brother, you will definitely be seen by a saint, and accepted as a disciple. With the guidance of the saints, the practice will be accelerated again."
Chen Yimei nodded, a good intention.
Fang Han was shocked by his heart. He must not be able to worship the saints. Otherwise, with the cultivation of the Holy Immortal, he will certainly be able to see the clues in his body, discovering the thirty-three days of treasure, stealing the creation, and The fate is closely related, and it was late at that time, letting people slaughter.
Although he is tyrannical now, after all, he is only a golden fairy. He has not yet reached the realm of the ancestors of the ancestors. The ancestors are above the Yuanxian, and the upper celestial beings are the sacred celestial beings. If the sacred man looks at him, he will definitely be invisible, and any secrets will be seen.
"Let's talk about it, I will first advance to the ancestors and become a saint. The status will be improved." Fang Han shirked, and now he is constantly adjusting his vitality and deducing his own country of God to an optimal state.
At the same time, in the thirty-three days of the creation of the artifacts of the Tiantian furnace, the sea waves in the general instinct of the innocence, the Emperor Wudao Stone rises and falls in it, like a small island.
The Buddha lamp oil of the sacred sacred level was visited by the Emperor Wudao Stone and has not been ignited.
At the same time, the remnant figure of the ghost martial arts figure floats on it, forming a huge holy figure, but a circle lacking the core in the center.
The sad bow, the sinister arrow has a strong temperament, the sage of the sage, exactly the same as the Buddha oil lamp, which has fragments of the law of the sacred. The best product is not the same. The power of this set of treasures reaches the limit and can shoot the ancestors.
However, Fang Han is still preparing to refine it.
Because in the thirty-three days to the treasure, there is a set of bows and arrows, the power is greater, more magical, the dead bow, breaking the arrow. When an arrow is shot, the sky will perish.
However, now "Death of the Sky" and "Breaking the Arrow" is a Chinese fairy, and it is far from reaching the point of death and breaking the sky. However, if you can absorb the refining of the sacred wares, the sad bow, the sword of desperation, and the fragments of the sage's law, the lethality of it will probably increase by more than 100 times.
It’s just a sad bow. It’s hard to refining the arrow. Fang Han is always calculating every moment. With the best method, it can be perfect refining, without revealing the slightest rule of the saint.
Although it is in conversation, Fang Han is practicing hard every moment, with his body billions of crystals of the gods, retreats and no closures, cultivation is similar, and other people are different, he does, stops, sits, Lying, they are all practicing.
The way of practice, for Fang Han, is extremely skillful.
Hey!
In his body, a fire directly flew over the oil lamp of the Buddha's level above the Emperor's Enlightenment Stone, which was the fire of Fang Han's life.
An ignition star ignited the oil lamp.
The bronze oil lamp that Buddha gold shape suddenly bursts up, and Fang Hanzhou is under the body. All the crystal gods shine brightly inside and outside, a piece of light, no trace of impurities and filth, like the soul of the saint, enter the body, purify everything. .
"Sadhearted bow, unrelenting arrow, give me a break!"
When the sage oil lamp was ignited, Fang Han’s thoughts entered the body and began to be motivated. A powerful hand in the **** country, rushing up and down, and then fiercely pinching, put two pieces of the best pieces, put Go to the sage lights to go to the barbecue. In a short while, the fabulous fairyware began to distort.
"One of heaven and earth!"
Fang Han is once again in the body, urging the realm of heaven and earth.
Hey, hey, that sad bow, there are many cracks on the top of the arrow, and the law of the sacred sacred ones flows out. The laws of the sacred sacred, every trace, are earth-shattering, can’t accommodate, the godland of Fang Han The shock creaked and seemed to be broken.
Fortunately, Fang Han has burned the same lamp oil that contains the law of the Holy Spirit.
Powerful lights, restrained the power. This law of sacred immortalization was gradually reduced to the law of immortal ancestors, and then the ancestral sacred law was incorporated into the treasure of thirty-three days.
Just as the law of Jinxian is transformed into the law of Da Luo, a rule of the sacred fairy does not know how many rules of ancestors can be transformed. I saw the law of the gods of Fang Han, the law of the ancestors seems to fall down like a piece of catkins, and it seems like the sky is full of snow. Thirty-three days to the treasure under the bath of this law, began to change.
The first is Zhou Tianyi.
A bang. Change for the top of the fairy, on the instrument, more images, all kinds of magic, magical powers, and even the road of the future, the long river of destiny, are revealed in it, the ability to deduct, ten times tyrannical.
However, Fang Han didn't have time to pay attention to Zhou Tianyi's changes. He wanted to put all the strengths of the sad bow and the rare arrow into the treasure for thirty-three days.
Under normal circumstances, Zhongpin Xianji can not be integrated into the unique fairy. Otherwise, it will be exploded and nothing will happen. However, the thirty-three days of treasure into the fragments of the creation of artifacts, is not a baby in the general sense, breaking the rules, reversing the truth, can accommodate the integration of the unique fairy.
The sad bow, the singularity of the arrow is the baby of the "Love St." Nangong sad, and the law of the Holy Immortal contains more than that of the oil lamp. Of course, the value of this set of unique pieces is also at least tens of thousands of first-order threads. With the refinement of the non-stop, into the thirty-three days to the treasure, the first change to the top of the fairy is the same as the bow of the bow and arrow, breaking the arrow.
These two treasures will change to the peak of the top of the fairy.
Subsequently, the skyless umbrella was also turned into a fairy.
A piece of four treasures changed, and the energy gradually stopped.
Fang Han slightly urging the amount of power, I felt a huge lethality in the death of the bow, brewing on the broken arrow, shooting the ancestors, between a thought.
"I finally refining this set of bows and arrows, very good. My strength has reached a peak. As long as it is rushed, it is possible to enter the realm of ancestors at any time. Now it is almost ready? It is a suitable time. Impact?” In front of Fang Han’s eyes, there was a barrier. It seemed that the barrier was broken and it could be restored.
He feels that he is standing on a high mountain. As long as he jumps up, he can enter the cloud and step into another realm.
That is the realm of the ancestors.
However, in the transmission of the ancient array, it is not good to hit the mark. Fang Han can only be silently brewed.
"Teacher, you see! Actually it is Tu Gang? There is also a group of **** prisoners in heaven! Damn!" In the cold of the gods, the Asahi Son passed the cold murder, and God thought.
Fang Han immediately returned to the world, and the whole body has entered the most perfect state of combat. His current cultivation is that even if he is traveling the sky, no one can attack him.
At this moment, he saw, a wide shoulder, with a strong supreme dragon, like a man of the nine-day dragon king, behind this man, only Fang Han can see clearly, a ruined dragon, behind In the endless void, squatting, eyes bursting out of the cold light, can smash any presence that does not respect Longwei.
The same was the refining of the eight floating sects, and all the cultivators who reached the top of the fairy wares, but also entered the transmission array.
This transfer to the virtual state is very large, tens of thousands of miles, is a **** country, among them bustling masters, three or five groups.
Dashang Guzhou was originally a place where people were prosperous, and numerous forces were there. Every transmission in the ancient array is full of people. The average person is mixed with this, but it can't be found at all. But Tu Gang and others are too strong. The breath of the body is not concealed. Many people see them coming in, and they immediately change their faces and let them go. Stay more with them.
The disciples of the court of heaven and prison are all a set of metamorphosis, and the back of the mountain is huge, and its own strength is tyrannical, and no one is willing to provoke.
"Dao Xu brothers, let's wait and see what happens! Don't go to revenge, gentlemen revenge, ten years is not too late." Fang Han's reincarnation of the fetus's vitality secretly conveyed the past, covering up the Tao Xuzi, Chen Yimei's breath. It makes them look like ordinary Jinxian, and even their appearance changes.
"Teacher, you!"
"Brother, don't you want to play in this ancient formation?" Fang Han secretly said: "Even if we kill this group of people and convey it to heaven, it is still difficult to get better. It is better to hide and see where this group of people go." Go. Look for opportunities, God does not know, ghosts kill them, revenge and hate. This is the king."
"Yes, Dao Xu, Feng Yuan's younger brother said that it is good, we should not scream the snake first." Chen Yimei is also a powerful character, talking very fiercely: "Tian court **** prison law enforcement disciples! Hey! Dare to martial arts, is a dead end. Dao Xu, Your previous hatred must be reported."
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