Chapter 1260 The Great Drum Mountains
"The king's breath! This is the breath that Wang Pinxian has. Why does the ghost Wusheng figure suddenly have a surge in power?"
Fang Han, who is leading many sons flying on the land of Zhongzhou, suddenly felt that the remnant figure of the ghost Wu Shengjun changed, and he did not know what the power transmitted from the different space could not help but be shocked.
He immediately ran the eye of the **** of the gods, and saw the center of the ghost martial arts map. A flesh-and-blood figure resembling the heart grows and grows at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.
The smell of the king is getting stronger and stronger, and a saint is born.
Fang Han’s whole body crystal **** country, almost all can not suppress the breath of this ghost Wu Sheng map. He didn't understand what happened?
"The only reason is that the last core piece of Ghost Wu's figure has gone wrong and destroyed. That power will be completely attracted and poured into its own picture, but the last piece of core remains is scorpio. I got it, how can I give it to me?"
Doubtful doubts, he also can not calculate a reason.
However, the power of the promotion of the Ghost War is still full of joy. In the body, the king of the road is full of breath, making his own life, booming, and suddenly growing, the whole body is in a mysterious state.
The ghost Wu Sheng figure began to stretch in the body, long and wide, and suddenly shocked, and truly became the Wang Pinxian.
A picture, the birth of Wang Pinxian, powerless, covering the world. The power in Fang Han is almost endlessly growing. However, he tried his best to run the power, suppress the breath, and suppress the breath of Wang Pinxian's promotion into the body, and slowly refine it. His Protoss spells grew immediately.
In particular, under the power of the promotion of the Ghost Wutu, it is almost necessary to condense into the essence.
All the magic weapons, in front of the ghost martial arts map, are eclipsed, even thirty-three days to the treasure, the eight floats, all have some convergence of light, do not dare to fight against the ghost Wu Shengtu, because the other is Wang Pinxian, thoroughly The promotion at the end is for Wang Pinxian.
There is an insurmountable gap between Wang Pin and the best.
In the market, you can buy the best products, although the value is not cheap, but you can't buy Wang Pinxian, and every piece of Wang Pinxian is a treasure of the great religion! It is impossible to get out and buy. Even if it is to the Emperor, you will get a Wang Pinxian, which is very important for the outcome.
Even Wang Pinxian has help for Tianjun, such as the Lost Sword, the Revenge Spear, the Gun of Judgment, and the Wang Pinxian, which is at its peak. Tianjun can play a key role in winning and losing.
Of course, Wang Pinxian also has a difference in power, at the peak of Wang Pinxian, breaking the world. However, the most low-level Wang Pinxian is also comparable to the saint.
Fang Han now repairs the ghost Wu Sheng figure into a king product, which means that almost a saint is escorted. And this is its own strength. The ghost Wu Shengjun in the Ghost Wutu map is created by himself. He is the creator. He has absolute control over this holy map. When necessary, he can even combine with the ghost and the holy map. One.
"I have recently airlifted again and again. It seems that this is a good thing, but it is a blessing, a misfortune, a blessing, and perhaps a destiny. I know that when I am in heaven, I have a battle. The big danger.” The wisdom of Fang Han at this time is absolutely different, and immediately begins to figure out the fate in the midst of it.
In the space of different degrees.
Scorpio Umo, chaotic day is still in dialogue.
"Chaotic Heaven, you break the core point of this ghost Wutu map, and the square map of Fang Han will immediately become Wang Pinxian, and it can't be stopped." Tianmu Wumo did not feel sorry for losing the core of the map." However, I can say with certainty that he has been mixed into a big martial art as a disciple. However, you have been blinded by the secret, and you can't figure it out."
"I am not blinded by the secret, it is his destiny, no one can master." Chaos Tianjun corrected the saying of Tianmu Umo.
"I know, however, the eternal Tianjun of Heavenly Court has also placed an important piece of chess, that is, the wife of the lower bound Fang Han, who has been collected as a prostitute, and this time in the genius war held in heaven. I will choose the husband, I am afraid that it is to bring out the cold, and of course, you are behind, or the electric mother Tian Jun. Even the exquisite people who have received the humanity of Hong Mengdao."
Scorpio Umo seems to have a lot of information.
"Linglong is the Taoist heir of Hongmeng Dao, and it has also risen to reach the heavens. However, I have calculated it about it. As soon as they reach the heavens, they are summoned by the Hongmeng secrets of the Hongmeng people in the heavens, and they are suffering. In the near future, it is sure to shock the heavens." Chaos Tianjun said slightly: "But the most concerned about you is the wind white feathers, his body, sealed the end of the Holy King."
"The end of the Holy King is also the other side of the cold, and Zeng Jin personally taught him the way to the end." Tianmu Umo said: "But the Holy King, another calculation, he is now in the secret of Hongmeng, ready to use The power in the secrets, killing his own seal. In the same year, there were many Heavenly Kings who sealed him at the expense of life. However, he was only able to temporarily imprison him. Once he came out, the heavens might be shaken."
"The strength of heaven can not be underestimated." The chaotic heavenly king is slow, "Although the sacred king of the sacred king has disappeared, disappeared, but the ancestor of the protoss, the sacred king, is also sleeping, being killed by the Tianyuan one of the Hongmeng Taoist. It is not an easy task to recover. At least there is no cultivation of the chaotic era, it is impossible to fully recover. And in heaven, disaster, chaos, eternity, and even killing, these heavenly kings are unfathomable. They are united, I am afraid that they are no less than a fairy king."
"So great, I don't believe it."
"Disaster Tianjun, refining a sacred fairy, salvation. Killing Tianjun, eternal Tianjun, Chaos Tianjun, also have their own holy ornaments, they spent several epochs at the expense of refining The sacred fairy, the strength is equivalent to the heavenly king, and you don't forget, the heavens control the heavens."
"So, then I have to plan well, but now the barbarians of the heavens, and many other strong powers, have united and launched an offensive against the 100,000 states in the heavens. This attack is tentative, but Still can peep into some of the strength of heaven."
"It’s time to wait, Heaven is carrying out a big plan. Especially the disaster, this person may have already explored the edge of the fairy king. In this chaotic era, there will definitely be big moves."
"Chaotic Heaven, when my true body is restored, I hope to play against you once and prove each other."
Suddenly, the body of Scorpio Umo collapsed. It turned out that her body was a avatar.
The will of the chaotic Heavenly King disappeared.
This piece of emptiness, completely silenced.
Zhongzhou area.
"This Zhongzhou area is really vast. Although my current strength does not need to be transmitted, but flying, I am afraid that it will not be able to shuttle in the future." Fang Han flies in the air, leads the Son, directly in the air Excavated a passage, the skywalk, the speed is very fast, and can overlook the scenery of the entire Zhongzhou land.
The entire Zhongzhou land is very prosperous. In addition to the ancient city of Zhongzhou, in some areas, millions of giant cities have been established, and various monks have prospered and cultivated in this land.
In the depths of the earth, the breath of a strand of spirits escapes from it. Among the land of Zhongzhou, there is even a very strong beginning of the Yuan. Even if there is no spirituality, the "mortal" who usually has a long-lived secret can also cultivate in it.
In addition, there are many huge mountains, oceans, rivers, and deep in the earth, and there are countless spiritual veins.
And in the deepest land, it seems that it can automatically condense the spirit of the heavens and the earth, gather the spirits, live endlessly, and never exhaust.
Moreover, in some of the mountains and mountains, there are faint sacred animals.
The landforms in Zhongzhou are so vast that there is nothing strange about it.
Fang Han This is the first time to watch the prosperity of a big state in the heavens, only to discover that even a large state, including the population, prosperity, and so on, are much more than the world's three thousand worlds.
This is a true painting of the mountains and rivers.
The eyes of the cave gods are swept away. On the earth, the giant cities are everywhere. The big and small empires live in them. Everything in the world is in his heart, and all the beings are at their feet.
I don’t know how many billions of monks have survived in this land, and the feather gate is the master of this land. Fang Han is very good at this feeling. This is the taste of the master.
"Good fierce breath!"
Suddenly, when Fang Han’s look moved, he saw the distance, countless black gas rising from the sky, black gas seems to be a strip of black long dragon, strangling to strangle, above the earth, pieces of dark, land All the auras and spirits are taken away. It turned into a decaying swamp.
"Senior brother, in front of the Giant Drum Mountain Range, reached the marginal boundary of Zhongzhou. It is the army united by the barbarians and the strongmen of the outside world. Killing and robbing everywhere, some of our seed disciples of the Yuhuamen, true disciples, have gone to resist It is."
A son is busy.
"Well? There is killing in front!"
Fang Han shocked the space. Immediately, everyone returned to the real world, and the murderousness was more intense. One wave and one wave, shocking people, and the cry of countless souls passed away.
His gaze looked far away, and he saw a group of whole body skins, barbarian warriors armed with various murderous weapons, chasing a group of monks.
"It is the disciple of our feathering door."
Sun poetry painted.
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