Chapter 1351 Tian Junyizhi (2)
The barbarian army is pressing the border and besieging the heavens. Fang Han will not let such a good opportunity.
Now the entire barbarian, his Jinshan Yinshan, is an inexhaustible treasure house. As long as the barbarian is killed, the totem can absorb, create more rules of the gods, increase his own power, and at the same time make the totem pot more and more powerful, more able to temper its own body, derived from waves of waves. Crystal gods come.
At the same time, the wing of freedom, the eight floats, the three pieces of the legendary stick, Wang Pinxian, can also be more and more advanced, reaching the point where it can be compared with some ancient kings.
woo woo woo woo.
Fang Han’s shot was fierce and surpassed many emperors. The sword world power of the “Sword Emperor” was almost a small witch.
However, his momentum is drowned in the rolling barbarian and the aliens.
The army that came to attack the heavens this time is too much. Fang Han has never seen such a large army. It is as if it is recorded in the ancient Taoist system. After a large world is broken into dust, there is another big world in each dust, and the number of dusts after crushing again.
Therefore, no matter what kind of technique is applied to Fang Han, it will be immediately overwhelmed and cannot be seen. Unless it is Tianjun, it will be able to sweep out a large open space among the coalition forces.
The screams and screams, the totem of the cans, the extraordinary, the first seven or eight barbarian lords, the equivalent of the sage level master, led the billions of army, all were involved in the depths of the can .
The tank seems to boil in the pan.
Fang Hanshen swept away and saw the inside of the totem pot. Some huge arrays were slowly starting. Because of the acceleration of time, and the revenge of the spear in the war fortress for thousands of years, the totem cans have once again gained a good understanding, from the treasure world, drew a lot of "treasure" quenching Refining.
After thousands of years, Fang Han has already thoroughly understood some of the magical aspects of the totem cans. Even the feathers have not had any insights before, and they are well aware of this. Any barbarian has no resistance.
In a twinkling of an eye, there were seventeen or eight barbarians of the saints who were inhaled into the inside of the totem's can, and they began to change. The inside was like a volcanic magma.
The barbarian saints who were refining, one by one, became a thick juice, and the spirit was refining. In the deepest part of the totem can, it seems that the gate of the totem consisting of nine totem pillars appears.
Fang Han now knows that this totem can change to become a true sacred fairy, and it is necessary to thoroughly condense the core totem gate, but this can only be done if the square is repaired.
"Wind the kid, be careful, the master of the barbarian has already aimed at you..." The voice of the revenge spear passed, illusory, not knowing where it was.
When Fang Han’s look moved, he immediately discovered that in the depth of another alien space, the revenge of the vengeful spear appeared, and the palm of the hand smashed a master in the same level.
Of course it is a common emperor.
But even if it is a common emperor, it is also a character that is "unfortunate".
A royal man, used for blood sacrifices, can almost forge a primary kingpiece. Of course, it’s not the arrogant baby of the Eight Buddhism.
At the same time as the Revenge Spear reminded, a huge force suddenly struck from the side of Fang Han, a cloak with a **** body and a high priest with a scepter, looming in the looming, grasping the big hand, immediately blood The light cracked and surged, which actually offset the power of the totem tank and hit the square cold.
The **** cloak, the blood of the slap, the spattered on all sides, and the totem can produce the same power.
"One of the seven saints of the barbarian, blood-stained clothes!"
In the heart of Fang Han’s heart, he immediately realized what this magic weapon is. The seven sacred sects of the barbarian are all the existence of the sacred fairy ware, but they all lose their effect, but the power is much larger than that of the general Wang Pinxian. Only seven pieces of the same level of saints can be compared to the cans of the totem.
"Kids, hand over the totem's cans, I am a barbarian sacred device, and you will not die, otherwise it will be turned into ashes immediately." The high priest wearing a **** cloak cloaked his mind, arbitrarily moving, and there were many barbarian kings behind him. The shape of the body seems to be in the arrangement of the array, to the other side of the cold will kill.
"This man is a black priest, wearing a blood-stained attire. He is one of the highest priests under the Heavenly King of the Barbarian. He once fought with the Emperor, and also used the blood-stained clothes and the totem pot to fight... The strength of this person is comparable to that of the ancient emperor. "Fang Han is in a twinkling of an eye, and it is calculated. What is this big sacrifice in front of him? His way has reached the point of being near Tianjun.
"This black wood priest is extremely dangerous. After being defeated by the Emperor, he went back to practice hard and got the guidance of the barbarian Tianjun. It must have been the method of restraining the can of the totem, but it is good, I killed him and took blood. On the clothes, there are two holy devices of the barbarian in hand, and the power is enhanced again!"
Fang Hanxin already has calculations. He saw many barbarian emperors around the black priests, against the totem pots, and suddenly the body changed continuously. The totem of the cans was turned into a dust and earned income. In the body, then thousands of dragons, rising from the back, turned into the kingdom of the dragon, another dragon world, the birth of the dragon, he changed the magic weapon between the moments, and sacrificed eight floats.
During the thousands of years, the eight bas-reliefs have been tempered by the temperament of the heavenly dynasty and the rule of the emperor to the immortal. Compared with the battle of Jun Cangsheng, the degree of solidity, power, subtlety and momentum have doubled. Once it was displayed, Fang Han whirlwind into the enemy's position.
Bang!
The emperor of a barbarian was directly crushed. Fang Han used the method of stealing the heavens. The exquisiteness of the wing of the freedom of Wang Pinxian was extremely fast. He carried eight Buddhism deities, and each shot could almost kill one. Fairy.
When the emperor was killed, all the spirits were sucked away, adding more fierceness to the eight floaters.
"Blood-stained clothes, give me a break!" Fang Han stepped out step by step, between the big bangs, the space ruptured, and the void again became empty. Many of the emperors were smashed by him, and the sages bleed freely.
The power of the blood-stained garment was directly torn by him, attacking the body of the high priest of the Blackwood.
"this is."
Although the Blackwood Sacrifice is comparable to the ancient emperor, it did not expect Fang Han to be so profitable. He exhibited eight floating sects, and the whole body was one, and the mana was like a tidal wave.
He fiercely waved his scepter in his hand, and the whole body was stained with blood and hunted. The strong blood light radiated, forming a sky, **** silk, firmly plunged into the void, like the blood vessels of the heavens and the earth, he used his hands. One finger: "The blood of the barbarian, dyed on the holy clothes, the seedlings are not destroyed, I will live forever, and any offenders will be wiped out."
One pointed out, the strong blood and light ghosts crying, turned into a thick blood river, in the blood river, countless blood saints, **** devils roaring one after another, between the fingers, the Taoist blood of the earth and the righteousness.
However, Fang Han screamed, his body stood, immortal, and directly rushed into the **** river, the whole body was violent, the dragon was transpiration, and countless blood-colored rivers were sprayed out by him, and turned into a strip of blood. Dragon.
He actually rushed straight to the side of the Blackwood Sacrifice and made a melee.
"Heroes are coming!" He rushed into the **** river and directly carried out the martial arts. He raised his hand and smashed all the tactics in one punch. He kicked the kick and the infuriating power of the foot condensed into a knife and turned into a long river.
The hymn, the praise of the runes, falling from his side, set off him as if it was the eternal. The only true God.
Hey!
A punch was on the body of the Blackwood Sacrifice, and this great sacrifice immediately spurted blood and stained the void.
"Leather of blood, give me a strip."
Fang Han’s big hand grabbed it, and the five fingers pinched the blood that broke out from the blood-stained clothes. Even the hard-boiled ones had to peel off the holy clothes from the body of the coffin.
"kill!"
"kill him!"
There are ten emperors, and at the same time, they are all masters of barbarian, and there is also a master of the world. Ten people joined forces, and all the magic weapons attacked and bombarded Fang Han.
Fang Hanmeng turned around and grabbed a big hand. On his side, he showed a portal. It was the "door of all the wonderful things." This portal almost absorbed all the attacks and made the imperial magic of many emperors. The power of bombardment is like a mud cow into the sea.
"The door to the fairy!"
The door of the crowd absorbs all the attacks. Fang Han once again pushes it flat. The door of Zhu Xian is condensed and formed. He fights out and directly wraps the heavens and the earth, destroys the immortals, and suppresses all the emperors!
what!
A recently-respected emperor was oppressed by the power of the door of the Immortal, and immediately exploded. The soul struggled with three breaths in it, and then screamed and was completely annihilated. The power of Fang Han is not what the average king can imagine.
Hey.
The gate of the celestial being, which was continuously crushed, was successively crushed by five emperors. On the spot, it exploded, and the bones were gone. All the rules were infused into the eight floating sects. The eight bas-reliefs were more and more bright, and eight of them were suddenly exploded, and they were turned into eight great wild dragons!
The ridiculous dragon, rumored to be among the dragons, is second only to the dragons of the dragons and dragons. Each dragon has nine claws, creating the world together with the dying dragons, destroying the world and refining the world.
The eight magic weapons of the eight floating sects are turned into the wilderness dragons, but with the breath of the body, the desperate dragons of the destiny of the celestial world, surrounded by clouds, surrounded by runes similar to fate, can not see the true face, but the cracks of the sky The great wild dragon is the violent killing, the golden body, like a **** of war.
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