Chapter 1253 oppression
"If that's the case, then let me go?"
The short "Tusheng" looked at Fang Han and turned and opened a path in the air: "This holy name is called Tu Longsun. You can call my name directly. This time you are in the **** trial and offended China. Shocking, go up and cry, some of our Chinese people in the feathering door appealed to severely punish you. After you see them, you have to whisper a little, or else, with your half-sacred cultivation, it is also a fallen end, very It is not worth it. Of course, we are the ones who appreciate you, and we must try our best to train you, but you also understand that Yuhuamen is still the home of the Chinese family."
"What? I was in the **** trial, and I had a small conflict with Hua Zhentian. He actually ignored the sect of the sect, and would frame me? Well, I vie for countless glory for the martial art." I have already anticipated this, but now it is confirmed that there are still some anger at the stubborn forces of some Chinese families in the Yuhuamen. "It seems that the feathering gate must be strong and must be broken."
"Yes, the Chinese home of Yuhuamen at least occupies 60% of the strength. They are afraid that the power of the feather door will be occupied by others. Therefore, every genius must be wooed. If you can't win it, you will suppress it." Tulong Sundao: "To It’s not a matter of teaching the supreme skills, and the cultivation of the realm of heaven and earth, it’s already not a master. But it’s so easy to break the portal. Unless it’s a true step in the world, it’s a true step. The sweep of Qiankun, the Ge Ding martial art. Guaranteed me to the door of immortality, otherwise, rashly action, my feathering door must be divided into four parts, and degenerate into a small party in heaven."
When I heard these words, Fang Han’s heart moved, knowing that in the door of Yuhua, it was divided into two groups. The first group of Chinese people, the second group was some foreigner disciples. This makes it easier for you to act.
"Hey! These old guys of Huajia still want to press me. But I don't know, although I can't do it myself, but I can summon the spirit of the death of the Emperor of Heaven and Heaven, and fight against the enemy. Although the price is a bit bigger, But it is not afraid! Even if the emperor wants to kill me, it is not an easy thing. It is not good, I will sacrifice the body of the Emperor of Heaven and Zen, killing the Quartet and letting people know that I am powerful."
Fang Han heart sneered again and again.
He followed the Tusheng Sun, the "Soul", and entered his channel of development, from his own dojo, to the feathered kingdom, the deepest decision-making high-level parliament.
In a short while, in front of him, there was a void.
Everywhere, the verses of a piece of text are flickering. It turns out that Fang Han is in the secular, and the feathers that have been seen are rising through the broken scriptures. His heart suddenly moved, and there was a piece of debris in his hand. It was actually in the secular, the sacred token of the feathering door, and the wreckage of the feathers.
This piece of debris has not been refining, it is stored as a collection.
"Go in, the elders, the old antiques are waiting for you." Tu Longsun said in front of the faint road. Fang Han’s footsteps, as soon as he walked in, suddenly felt that his whole body was being stared, and his body was underneath, as if a little secret was not preserved.
He is like a rabbit, falling into the wolves, surrounded by wolves, at stake.
"A lot of Yuanxian, saints, and the Emperor of the Immortal!" Fang Han’s eyes wrap around, and he saw thousands of cents, and even half-san, in addition to the saints, in front of the high, Sitting in the Emperor of the Emperor, he has a feeling of going down.
Of course, his gaze is more to see the foremost, sitting on the center of a master, that is, "Yuhuang", the real teaching of the feather door, cultivation reached the highest realm of "the world and the same life", and that year Ghost Wu Shengjun is the same.
"See the Supreme Master."
When I saw the "Fenghuang" Fang Han down, I did not dare to neglect and directly salute.
"The realm of heaven and earth!"
Yuhuang sprayed a cold body, and suddenly discovered a lot of mysteries. The mind moved slightly and blurted out: "How do you realize that you have reached this realm? This is a unique realm that has been created by artifacts. Now you have low mana, heaven and earth. The realm of integration is still very weak, but as you cultivate more, this realm is becoming more and more tyrannical. It is enough to sweep the existence of the same realm."
"What? Really is heaven and earth?"
"The realm of heaven and earth? How can people cultivate? He is sure that it is not a magical reincarnation? But only when the artifacts are reincarnate, will they be realized."
"No, in countless eras, there are also magical talents, comprehending the realm of heaven and earth, and promoting the creation of artifacts. Now there are several powerful sacred artifacts, such as the other side of the boat, the wing of freedom, the legendary 仗It is possible to comprehend this realm."
"Then the wind is determined to be a magical reincarnation?"
At the moment, many Yuanxian, semi-sacred, saints, and a few antiques of the Emperor of the Emperor have been discussed, especially the "Hua Wenchang", and a greedy gaze immediately flashed in the eyes.
Fang Han, this person, if it is a magic weapon reincarnation, then it can really refine and even capture the realm of his heaven and earth.
"Wind, how did you cultivate the realm of heaven and earth?" asked the Emperor.
"Qi Yu teaches the supreme, I got the Tao Tongjun's Tao. In a treasure house, Duobao Tianjun left a mindfulness and merged with my consciousness. I have cultivated the realm of heaven and earth." Fang Hanyu said, dripping water does not leak, all kinds of words he has already figured out in his mind, and even consider how to use the book of the era, Zhou Tianyi, to calculate the image.
When Zhou Tianyi has not yet completed the creation of the best, he can re-converge the character of Hua Tiandu, let alone now?
He can even use the various information of the legend to calculate the shape of Duobao Tianjun.
Moreover, on the same day, he got the rumor of the legend, was to kill the Shangzi Luo, this Shangzi Luo was swallowed up by him. The memory has been captured, and Shangzi Luo is indeed a method of cultivation in the legend of a cave.
"Duobao Tianjun......." Yuhuang was silent for a while: "So, you also got the cultivation method of the origin of the **** fist? And also cultivated successfully?"
"Yes."
"The origin of the **** fist is the eternal school of the nine heavens. So far no one has succeeded in cultivation, summoning the power of origin. You can actually practice. It is obvious that you are in the midst of it, and have some connection with the origin of the king. "Yuhuang waved a large sleeve, a golden gourd, flew to the front of Fang Han: "This is the sadness of Nangong to reach the realm of the emperor, and send you a gourd holy medicinal medicine. It is Yuan Danzhi Qi, the heavens and the earth are all agglomerated."
"The real sacred drug medicinal?" Fang Han was shocked, and quickly read the golden gourd, Shen Shen infiltrated into it, immediately felt the rolling power, it is simply to make up for its own loss of life.
He put the gourd into the body and extracted a trace of medicinal remedy. Immediately, the life lost just after summoning the Heavenly Zen Emperor Yuanling was added back.
In his heart, he was overjoyed: "I really have a pillow when I am asleep. I am consuming too much, and I will send it in a gourd. Now, I can display the corpse of Emperor Zen of Heaven without any scruples. ”
I thought about it again: "This Nangong is sad, it is a saint. Nowadays, cultivation has reached the realm of the emperor. It must have been the guidance of the chaotic Tianjun. Otherwise, it is absolutely not so simple from saints to people."
Nangong is sad, willing to send the medicinal scent of a gourd holy medicinal medicine, it must be the guidance of the chaotic Tianjun, otherwise it will not be so generous. The value of this gourd is at least ten kings and even more, because this thing has no price.
"Wind, I heard that you got the body of a Zen Emperor in this **** trial?" Suddenly, in the holy crowd, a saint of the Chinese family spoke up, this saint, voice Sharp, it seems that there is a taste that immediately destroys Fang Han, the momentum is sturdy, and the sound is very strong: "This Buddha treasure, you can't refine it, hand it over. Contribute to the martial art, the martial art will give you a contribution. It's much simpler."
"Yes, I will hand over the body of this Emperor Zen Emperor and contribute to the martial art. This corpse falls into your hand, but it is a pearl cast. It can only be played in the hands of our high-level feather gates. Role, we can refine him. Make one more emperor in the door."
Another Chinese saint said.
"Yes, hand over this corpse, the Zen Emperor, the Emperor's corpse, certainly not you can master. We are for you."
"The husband is guilty of sin, you have mastered this corpse, and there will be people who will peep. If there is a prince who breaks into the door of the feather and assassinates you, you must not be able to withstand it."
"You are in the **** trial, killing Zhao Fenghua, offending the emperor, giving us the evil door to provoke a big disaster, ghosts and spirits, quickly leave all magic weapons, and smash out the division! Right, but also take your The skill is abolished. It will not be harmful!" Some Chinese saints began to threaten naked.
"Forget it, let him hand it over to heaven."
One sentence of argument and threats must make Fang Han yield and put pressure on him.
However, Fang Han did not pay attention to these words, because they are only talking, not really hands-on. The argument is nothing more than a threat to him.
"The body of the Emperor Zen is in my hands, but I am not going to hand it over." Fang Han listened to these arguments and faintly said: "The **** trials of heaven are prejudiced and strangled in them. If you don’t hate it, you can’t liquidate it outside, and the treasure you get is your own person. Others can’t **** it. Are you disregarding the rules of heaven?”
"Hey! It’s okay to contribute to the martial art." A saint of the Chinese family came out and stepped closer to Fang Han: "If you are not the Son of the Feuding Gate, you are not qualified to enter the Taikoo Market. You This is ungrateful, or I will take you and take the body of the Emperor of Heaven to come and fall."
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