Chapter 1193
"unfortunately."
Fang Han looked at the "Fengshi Stone Tablet" that went far away, but did not start to take photos, secretly sighing, it is a pity, if you can annihilate all the saints present, your thirty-three days to the treasure even It is possible that all of them will be condensed into the upper-class fairy. At that time, the power will not be the same, and even the combat power will be raised to a limit of thirty-three times.
However, the power contained in this "stone of the gods" is too strong, and it is impossible to break through thirty-three times of its own combat power.
Because that stone monument is Wang Pinxian.
Wang Pinxian is ten thousand times stronger than the unique fairy, and the saints are hard to destroy.
However, the spirit of this "Fengshi Stone Tablet" has completely disappeared. The "Song Tengfei" that has been reincarnation is now just the realm of the ancestors. Even if the promotion reaches the Yuanxian, it is far from impossible to return to the real thing of Wang Pinxian. The power.
Unless it is the "Song Tengfei" promotion to reach the realm of saints, everything is a dream.
Therefore, Fang Han is not very afraid.
Even in this "Taiwanese market", he is also likely to be promoted to reach the realm of Yuanxian.
As long as he has captured several kings' spirits, he uses a huge amount of vitality to burn, killing some of the Sons, turning all the thirty-three days into treasures, transforming the moment, and helping each other. It is not necessarily impossible to break through the gates in one fell swoop. ,Go further.
Moreover, in his body, but also sealed a strong ancestral peak, Zhao Fenghua.
The white unicorn of Zhao Fenghua, the horn of Tianjun, was not his own condensed, but the skill imparted by the Emperor.
If Fang Han refines, the benefits are also very much.
At the very least, the intensity of its own crystal **** country is greatly enhanced, and the catastrophe will practice to reach a peak of horror.
"It's an interesting game. With the one-to-one disciple Song Tengfei, Wang Pinxian is the reincarnation of the stone monument. In this **** trial, it is my main opponent. If he can surrender him, he will win the Wang Pinxian. The body, then my strength, I don’t know how much it will grow?"
Fang Hanxin’s silent voice, running Zhou Tianyi’s calculation, did not figure out what to do.
It seems that Song Tengfei also used a very powerful magic weapon to cover up his own secrets.
Sun Shihua, Xu Bingqing and other sons of the dried feathers saw the scene calm down, and they all gathered around. The group wrapped the square cold, and the face showed surprise, reverence, admiration, and an inexplicable fear.
At this time, Fang Han is no longer a human being. In the eyes of everyone, it is a kind of existence similar to the gods.
"Wind, I can't think of you like this!" Sun Shi's face expression also has some unnatural: "This is thanks to you, or else, we have lost a lot of feathers."
"There is nothing. I am also a part of the Yuhuamen. It is a matter of course for the feathering door." Fang Handao: "I don't think that Song Tengfei actually found his true body and sealed the stone monument. If the promotion reaches the realm of Yuanxian, that is My true enemy, such an opponent, I can't beat, at best I can only compete."
"What? Song Tengfei is now looking for a stone monument. When he is promoted to the Yuanxian, he can play the supreme power of the stone monument. To that extent, sweeping the world, our son is not his opponent. Can you still contend with him?" A son was surprised.
"There is nothing. As long as he is not a true saint, everything is easy to say." Fang Han smiled and showed strong self-confidence, so that everyone's mind was settled a lot.
Everyone now believes in his words. After all, the strength he has shown is really too shocking.
Especially when the stone monument was pressed down, he punched the stone tablet and flew it out. He scared the Van Gogh king and almost urinated his pants. Many of the saints were actually geniuses, and they knew the one. The hit is terrible.
"What do you do now? Wind brother? You are profound in technique, and you are good at extrapolation. Do you want to gather all the saints of our feathering door to reach one, connect them into a whole, and then go deeper into the Taikoo Market. Go to Song Tengfei, decide a dead battle, **** him?"
Now the name of Sun Shi's painting has changed without knowing it.
It turned out that he called Fang Han "teacher", and now he can't say anything, so he is called the wind brother.
His tone has also changed into a tone of negotiation. Looking at Fang Han, there is an inscrutable, the other is holy, the god, the feeling of the king of heaven.
"This person....... is definitely the reincarnation of Tianjun." He recognized a dead body in his heart.
"It’s not right." Fang Han thought for a moment: "There are not iron plates among the sons of the feathering gates. There are also great supernaturals like Sun Xiong. The reincarnation of the ancient saints has long been dissatisfied with me. I am too arrogant. I am working with them. It is no less than a fight with the tiger. Besides, I can’t use force to surrender them. It’s not good to hurt them.”
"The wind brother thinks about it." Sun Shi painting thought and thought: "In my feathering door, there are also the same sons as me. They have not seen the gods of the wind brothers. They are certainly not satisfied. Looking for them will inevitably rise. The conflict is coming."
"So, we are still in charge of each other, and then we will talk about it. Call all the Feathers of the Feathering Gate to find Song Tengfei, killing you and living, what do you think of other sects? It will give them a chance." This **** trial can be more than two of us, but there are hundreds of saints. Especially the Makino family, the emperor family and so on, the genius is not inferior, and it will not let the Song take off. Sit big."
Fang Hanyu talked, thoughtful, "I just calculated a bit, the future is chaotic, there is a situation where there is no leader in the population. It can be seen that Song Tengfei has a lot of troubles. There are many people who want to kill him. We can't be the first one. It is imperative to first find the location where Song Tengfei is located, observe it in secret, and wait for the opportunity to shoot."
"Well, I have also considered this point. There are too many sects in the **** trials. There are also great gods, and even real people who have reincarnate from the ancients to the emperors, such as the Makino family, the masters of the emperor family, and , Da Yi Jiao, Tai Shang Jiu Qing Tian, ??Tian Ya Pai also has a lot of Gai Shi hegemonic son." Sun Shi painting also hearted the gods: "These people also know the secret of Song Tengfei, how can this person sit?"
"Then we are leaving now? Looking for where Song Tengfei is?" Xu Bingqing couldn't help but swear. "But this is too old, what are we looking for?"
"No problem, no hurry, anyway, there are seven days. Just when I collided with the Fengshen stone monument, I intercepted the above-mentioned scent. With my mysterious mystery, I can definitely figure it out." Fang Han gives people a powerful Confidence, unconsciously, became the master of this group of people, even if Sun Shi painting unconsciously obeyed his leadership.
"Wind brother, what is the Taoism that you just displayed? It seems to have become a vast history of civilization?" Sun Shi painting finally couldn't stand it and began to ask: "I read a lot of books, but for such magical powers, Don't say that I have seen it, I have never heard of it."
"This is my original era of the era." Fang Han faintly said: "It is still not only perfect."
"The way of the Era, the way of the era, the history of civilization, as a means of attack, this .... their own original ..... This can only be created without the Heavenly King, no mistake, now sure he is the Supreme Master Reincarnation, but which one is Tianjun?” Sun Shi’s painting is in the heart of speculation. In his memory, many legendary Tianjun emerged from his mind, one by one and the square in front of him. Control, try to figure out.
"Wind brother, you are now suppressing Zhao Fenghua, will he be a blame? I think it is time to stay and refine and say what?" A sacred girl.
"Well? You know my mind." Fang Han looked at the saint, wearing a red robe, pink gauze, wearing a phoenix on his head, slim, with a seductive taste, as if it is about to mature The fresh fruit makes people can't stand it.
"My name is Ren Ying, I will meet the brother of the wind." This "female that is about to mature" is like a saint.
"That Zhao Fenghua and Tianjun's horn are indeed in my body. I scored half of the power to suppress him. Otherwise, Song Tengfei could not easily save the Van Gogh and others. Fang Han nodded. "Now, we will find a quiet place. You guard me. I thoroughly refine the corners of Zhao Fenghua and Tianjun, and then look for where Song Tengfei is."
"Good! The Taikoo Mountain in the distance is suitable for cultivation."
Sun Shi's paintings point to a distance.
Fang Han saw a looming Taikoo Mountain in the distance, so the big sleeves and the innocent road appeared at his feet. He walked up one step at a time and came to this ancient mountain.
On top of this ancient mountain, there are a lot of monsters, six-winged golden tigers, heads in groups, strong tyrannical, including the golden fairy-level monsters, and most of them are half-step golden fairy repairs. For this, it is simply simple to cut the melons and cut vegetables. In a short while, it will be cleaned and then sit down at the inner end of the Taikoo Mountain. Set up a large array of protection, let Fang Han sit in the center, began to enlighten Xuanmiao, refining Zhao Fenghua.
"Zhao Fenghua, come out!"
After sitting on the side, Fang Han grabbed a handful of air, and a stream of air rushed out of the body. The corners of Zhao Fenghua and Tianjun flew out, and they were spurted out by the air of Fang Han, and they were turned into a sky. Conflict can't fly.
"You guys, you guys who have feathered the door, actually dare to refine me, don't you know that I have been taught to the Emperor of the Emperor? Even if you kill me, after going out, the Emperor will not let go. Yours. You know, who is the one who taught me the skill? It is the son of the catastrophe Tianjun, the Emperor!"
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