Chapter 1251 Tiandi Tongshou Strong
"Summon the spirit of the Emperor of Heaven and Heaven, such a tired, such consumption of its own life, but unfortunately make up the crystal fog, can only supplement the energy consumed by itself, as well as the law of breaking, can not add back the life of burning Otherwise, I will summon the body of the Heavenly Zen Emperor and attack it endlessly."
Fang Han saw the Zen Emperor who had lost his mind and shook his head.
His communication, reluctance, is almost an agreement with the soul that the Buddha has long since passed away. In the future, as long as the display of the little fate, awakening the Buddha's Yuanling, to control the body, you can explode an unparalleled blow to the enemy, which is equivalent to a bodyguard of the emperor to the fairy anytime, anywhere.
But the downside is that the life span is too drastic.
Just now, this exhibition, to awaken the Yuanling, almost lost one percent of life.
This loss is really too big. The average person can't afford it at all. Even the true saints, to the emperor, can afford life, but unfortunately they can not display a small fate, can not wake up the sleeping spirit.
The Yuanling, who has already died, only masters the power of fate, the master of the power of destiny, can completely summon the dead spirit. Moreover, these spirits have their own consciousness, and even if they wake up, they will not be controlled by themselves.
The reason why Fang Han was able to reach an agreement with the Heavenly Zen Buddha, the first is that the Zen Emperor is the master of Buddhism. He saw the symbol of the world-famous Wang Buddha and understood something. The second is that he masters the small fatalism, can speak eloquently, and gives the Heavenly Zen Emperor unlimited hope.
If it is a master of the Protoss Ghost Wu Shengjun, I am afraid that it will be a wake-up, and the other side will kill.
"No matter what, this is my killer. Although there are many restrictions, there is no benefit to self-cultivation. Instead, it will consume a lot of life, but after all, it is a big killer! Call out the Buddha of this Buddha, Control his body and kill, even if the saint is not his opponent." Fang Han heart silently.
His original intention was to refine this body, but found that it was impossible to refine it.
So I learned about the millennium and came up with such a method.
Use a small fate to consume life, awaken the soul that this person has died, then talk, reach an agreement, and then show it to the enemy, you can truly protect yourself.
The Heavenly Zen Emperor, the mana is boundless, and has a lot of imposing manners. In the ancient times, it was the one who was famous for the earthquake. Once he woke up, he used the power of the body to destroy the world and shake the power of the universe.
The celestial body of the Emperor Zen, re-flying, entered the body of Fang Han, sitting in the center of the crystal **** country, warming up. Fang Han sat down with his knees and adjusted his interest.
The consumption just was too big, even if it was repaired by his semi-sacred, there was something unsustainable.
It is not able to replenish life. However, the mystery of the creation of artifacts does not stop there. He calculated in Zhou Tianyi that as long as thirty-three days to the treasure, all turned into a unique fairy, then the Tiantian crystal fog can be turned into a stone.
At that time, the stone of the sky can have the effect of supplementing the life of the passing.
If the thirty-three days to the treasure is turned into a king product, then the person who uses it can even live with the world. Of course, the price of refining Wangpinxian is too great.
It can be said that even if Fang Hanxiu became a saint, even to the Emperor, it is not always possible to make the thirty-three days to Baozheng into a kingpiece, unless it is a certain great adventure.
Even if it is the eternal Tianjun, it is very difficult to make the thirty-three days to Baozheng.
"This day, the body of the Zen Emperor is still used as little as possible. The more life loss, the harder I will be promoted to the realm of the saint, the harder it will be, and it will not be used." Fang Han secretly thought, sitting between the knees Run your own mana, start practicing, and calculate all kinds of Taoism, martial arts, stone roads........ attempted to melt in a furnace, strive for wisdom and light, re-promotion, run the holy road, reach the saint realm.
Now he is only half a step away from the way of the saints, but the distance of this half step is too far away, it is difficult to go to the sky.
Just as he enlightened the school, the deeper part of the feathered kingdom, in an unknown space, some tyrannical figures reached the meeting.
There are hundreds of thousands of fairy masters, dozens of saints, and a few old antiques, to the emperor's level of living stone plate knees sitting in the void of Hong Meng.
This is the true essence of the feather gate, the highest decision-makers, destroying these characters, and the feather gate is really dead.
"Teaching the Supreme, what do you think about this time? The intelligence of this **** trial has been passed to us. I believe everyone has already seen it. In the Son of the Feather of the Gate, there is such an ancient generation. Characters, Fengyuan. Now that I have cultivated to the realm of semi-sacred, the rumored strength is enough to be comparable to the saints. This kind of wizard, our feathering door has almost never come out."
A saint suddenly stood up.
This saint is not tall, but rather a little short, but wherever he stands, no one dares to look down. Naturally, there is a majesty of sanctification.
This is a master in the feather gate "Tusheng".
A mana is extremely powerful, and after a hundred battles, I don’t know how many masters have been killed.
At this point, he is talking to a young man in the crown of a feather. This young man has a gentle eye and a gentle and gentle jade. He has the taste of a modest gentleman. This young man has no slight fluctuations, even like an ordinary person, but his own casual movement has a natural flavor.
This is the genius that Yuhuamen has rarely seen in the past few hundred years. Now Yuhuamen is the master of the "Yuhuang".
Originally, the chief of the Yuhuamen’s teachings was the master of the Chinese family. Because the founder of the feather door is Hua Tianjun. However, because in the last ten thousand years, a genius was born, it is now the "feather of the emperor", and he is the most promising rumor, comprehending the realm of Tianjun.
Now that he has cultivated and reached the realm of "the world and the same life", almost the heavens will not die, and he will not die.
However, this realm has a big gap with Tianjun. Heavenly King is the end of heaven, and they all have a chance to die.
However, the realm of "the same life and the same life" is already very horrible. Because of this, the feather gate has the present majesty. At that time, among the many emperors in the heavenly court, the emperors who were able to cultivate the world of the same life and the throne of life, there were only a few, "Yuhuang", "Wuhuang", "Qihuang", "Fenghuang"... no more than ten Bit.
"Tian Di Tong Shou" is basically a half-step Tianjun.
Because of this, it is possible for "Yuhuang" to sit firmly in the feathering door and teach people no one to shake. Because even some of the Chinese emperors have not cultivated into this realm.
"I have already noticed this." Yuhuang was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "I seem to have the atmosphere in the feathering door, and I was able to give birth to such a peerless god, even the wisdom boxing Makino, the martial arts Xiao Shihuang Song Tengfei was defeated, and even collected the treasures left by the Emperor of Heaven. If you grow up like this, we will have one more saint in the door, even the Emperor of the Immortal. thing."
"I don't think so."
A sharp voice sounded out, but it was sitting in the east of a feathered emperor who spoke: "Yu Huang, this person has caused a great disaster, do you know? In the **** trial, kill Taiyi Zhao Fenghua, the son of the door, is the illegitimate son of Emperor Huang. With the character of Emperor Huang, he will definitely look for the door. At that time, I am afraid that I will fall into the door of many of the sons of the feathers."
"In the blood test, any fault is not a mistake. This is the rule that Tian Ting has appointed. Even if he kills the son of Tianjun, he will not be able to liquidate afterwards." The Emperor looked at this to the Emperor: " Hua Wenchang, I know that in the **** trials, that Hua Zhentian and Feng Feng had some small contradictions, and ran to you to cry, but this is only a small matter."
The one who came to the emperor was called "Hua Wenchang" and the name was "Changhuang".
"You can't say that." Another one who spoke to the Emperor said: "There is no need to say what happened in this **** trial, but this person seems to have a conspiracy, and there is a shadow of a big man behind me. I heard He offended the sadness of St. Nangong and went looking for his troubles, but he retired for no reason. The things in this have to be investigated. It is possible that this is a spy."
"Young people, there are some adventures that are normal. He is the Taoist system of Duobao Tianjun." Yu Huangdao: "As for Nangong, sad, you see, this is a letter he gave me not long ago. He has practiced and arrived. To the realm of the Emperor, the Taoism has advanced by leaps and bounds. The current title is not the love of the Holy, but the Emperor."
Between the talks, Yu Huang shook his sleeves and flew a letter out.
That Hua Wenchang took a trick, and the letter fell into the hands. In an instant, the vast force of the letter came out and condensed into a virtual shadow.
This illusion is exactly what Nangong is sad, and the power is wave by wave. Even Hua Wenchang can't grasp it.
“How can you have such a strong force?”
Hua Wenchang said with amazement: "Even if the Nangong sadness has reached the realm of the Emperor, it is only a junior emperor, far less than me. Now this power of strength seems to be still waiting for me."
Many saints have also begun to talk about it, and several other people who have reached the emperor have also shown a strong shock on their faces.
"Yuhuamen are friends, and they are polite." Nangong’s sadness appeared, and it was extremely succinct: "I made this to the Emperor of the Immortal, and this letter was sent for the friction of the Feathering Gate and the Nangong family. It’s not my Nangong family. I’ve made a gift in the second round. In addition, I have prepared a gift from the Nangong family. I have already handed it to the hand of the Yuhuang’s head with the letter, and I hope that it will be handed over to the wind.”
Between the words, the shadow of Nangong’s sadness disappeared.
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