Chapter 1601 Chapters of Heaven (1)
"Ah, Hongmeng, you dare to count me, you are looking for death!"
Suddenly, Fang Han actually communicated the will of the Hong Meng Dao, and blessed him on his body. The power of Tian Yuan’s blow was ten times larger, and he even penetrated the body of the ancestor.
The ancestral holy king roared again and again, almost there is a feeling of anger and anger.
When he opened the world of this era, he broke the tree of the world and suffered a slap in the face of the Hongmeng Taoist. He was seriously injured. Now he has encountered a dark calculation. The horse lost his forefoot and fell into two identical pits. In this case, it is almost sad to vomit blood.
"The axe of nature, the shackles of shackles, the **** of God, the power of the ancestors..." The body of the ancestor of the ancestor collapsed, but he was not afraid, flew up, and the whole body reintegrated in an attempt to repair.
"The ancestor holy king, you only think about repairing this time, it is too late, my cultivation is not at all you can guess, even if there is no help from Hong Mengdao, I can kill you, it is trouble. Now, you are crashing quickly, give me death, your three incarnations, now all of them are fifteen epochs, I will accept them, as my nourishing, today you count me, with my help The power of destiny, when I come to Japan to become a fairy king, waiting for the destruction of the heavens and the earth, I will repay your kindness today... I will be extinct forever."
Where will Fang Han accommodate the ancestral sacred king again?
He flew up, and the whole body suddenly changed. The crystal **** country changed to rule the law of the road, spurred the ghosts and gods, and the ecstasy reached the limit. The central government had a long river of fate, suspended in the void, between the explosions, and the virtual door of eternal life. Shadow, rising from the middle of the river.
Countless gods and gods, all kinds of holy ornaments, are rotating around the door of eternal life.
"The soldiers are arrogant... people, imaginary, empty, and extinguished..." Fang Han’s mouth, quickly connecting various ancient characters in series, seems to be an article, an article that can make people practice to reach Yongsheng Avenue. article.
Bang!
He swears in the article, holding the invincible iron fist, fierce blow, bigger than the power of Tian Yuan’s attack, "I am the era!"
The iron fist hole wears nothingness, and the shackles are on the big axe of the creation artifact.
The big axe issued the general roar of Hong Zhong Da Lu, the three incarnations of the ancestors of the sacred kings condensed into the body of the Amethyst, the collapse of an inch, the tiger's mouth was shocked by blood.
"Building the truth of origin, three fists in one!"
Fang Han is not forgiving, his footsteps are shaking, he is stepping on the four poles, and once again, the shadow of the three great kings on his body is fleeting, and the boxing wind is exploding. One inch is the end of the world.
Another huge explosion, Fang Han’s palm and big axe hit again.
The great axe of the creation of the artifact made a cry, and it flew high and broke away from the palm of the ancestor.
"Clean snow!"
Fang Han body flashed, Fang Qingxue will know, and the Jiujiu Supreme God City gathered, turned into a stream of water, into the body of Fang Han, immediately his body, tall and stalwart, five fingers and one telescopic, the universe in his palm is equal to plaything!
"Two in one, seal!"
噼里啪, Fang Han and Fang Qingxue are combined into one, the power is greatly increased, between the rise and rise, the chains are emptied, the force of destiny manipulates the eternal vitality, once again connected to prison, the square, actually imprisoned the ancestor among them.
"Fang Han, you are very good! However, I will not let you be better, my avatar, you can't think of it, God of God, soul pinned!"
The ancestor of the sacred king could not escape the seal. Suddenly the whole person began to burn, and in the prison, turned into a purple meteor flame, which came to the side of the cold.
Fight!
The purple flame entered the cold eyebrows, and at the same time his body began to become purple. Everyone saw the body of Fang Han, and there was a soul, exactly like his figure.
However, this figure appeared to be controlled by people. It actually changed into the face of the ancestor, and two different voices came from the soul of Fang Han.
"Haha, haha..." The voice of the ancestor of the ancestors laughed: "Fang Han, you can't think of dreams. I am in the door of eternal life, I have learned a mystery, I have built a Taoism, I can pin my soul and change into all. People, the seeds of the mind, and the people. Now your soul is my soul, you want to kill me, kill yourself, I will gradually, manipulate your body!"
"Dream! The ancestor of the ancestors, even if your soul and I are merged, there is no use at all, only to be my tonic." Fang Han's voice is also transmitted, cold, no human feelings: "I am going to use you Will, hone my will, let me refine your soul and body, and upgrade my cultivation to the extent of sixteen eras."
Hey!
Fang Handuan sat down, and there was a shackle on the whole body. In the void, I didn’t know how many eternal breaths moved instantly, gathered into the ocean, came to his side, condensed into chains and order, sealed themselves. among them.
Fang Qingxue appeared in the form of Fang Han, and there was a smear in his eyes: "All the people, immediately guarding, fully urging the Yuan Dynasty to make the soul of the ancestor of the ancestor of the ancestor of the ancestor And there is a great axe for the creation of artifacts."
"Yes!"
Countless disciples know that it is an urgent situation, a beautiful array of methods, and immediately motivated, all the masters are all.
"Don't worry, although I have sealed myself, I still have the power of a battle, but now I have to retreat. You should be careful. The soul of the first ancestor is in confrontation with me. I am looking forward to it!" Fang Han waved his hand and the whole person Sitting in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty.
"Fang Han! Do you want to refine me? I don't stop passing on my own mana from the door of eternal life, but refine your soul. Wipe your will." Suddenly, on Fang Han's body At the same time, in the void, a beautiful color, covered with a diffuse, purple gas boiling, once again blessed in the body of Fang Han, supplementing the soul consumption of the incarnation.
"Fang Han, my body, endless power, your little strength, in front of me is just a drop in the ocean, I want to compete with me? I see how long you can persist? Best, you use the power of destiny. The more you use it, the more the shackles will break. When you really come out of the door of eternal life, you can pinch you with a finger."
The voice of the first ancestor, the king, is disintegrating the confidence of the cold.
"Who is the deer who is dead, not yet known..."
Fang Han closed his eyes, and the ecstasy of the eclipse began to spurt, igniting the purple gas, refining the ancestor of the ancestors from the void, and transmitting the gods... At the same time, the whole era was built in the upper bound of the city. The Yuan Dynasty has been completely hidden, so that Fang Han cultivation is successful.
At this time, Fang Han’s heart was peaceful, without joy or sorrow, and entered a state of great tranquility. In his soul and knowledge of the sea, a tall **** was also sitting on the same side, constantly interpreting various kinds of The move, bombardment is above his soul, this is the sacred ancestor of the ancestor, to completely defeat the idea of ??Fang Han.
The soul of Fang Han is in the midst of knowing the sea, and he also displayed the peerless martial arts, and he was together with the ancestral holy king war.
Now, he is equal to playing with a fairy king. Every time he fights, the soul confronts, his soul condenses a point, his will is strong, and he faintly from the ancestor In the mind, I learned some of the mysteries of the Gate of Eternal Life.
Fang Qingxue guarded Fang Han’s side and did not help him. Instead, he let him go against it. She knew that at this moment, Fang Han’s confrontation with the ancestor’s holy king was dangerous, but he exercised his will very much. The soul confrontation, even the ancestors of the Holy King, why not let him, is not his will to marry the immortal king?
This is equal to the best practice.
At the beginning of Fang Han, there was a fierce confrontation in the sea, and his body trembled, but as time passed, his mana became more and more tyrannical, and his realm became higher and higher, and the purple airflow of the whole body was suppressed. The ancestor holy king can no longer control his body.
He is like a singer who has killed the past and present, and his thoughts are twinkling. The eternal life that surrounds his body is getting thicker and thicker, and the sea is generally awkward.
Fang Qingxue even saw that the infinite eternal structure of the air in the void is changing. In addition to being turned into a chain and prison, it is also a kind of medicinal herb, rune, font that is more advanced than Xianwang Dan. Ten million portals.
The eternal life can evolve into everything. As long as the realm is sufficient, it can be perfectly manipulated, and even concise into a holy instrument.
The ancestor holy king is purely honing him. If he has survived this time and succeeded in defeating the will and martial arts of the ancestor's sacred king, the achievement is limitless. The real Megatron, the celestial king can't, can't fight. .
Just in the step of Fang Han and the ancestral holy king, also in the Qiankun city, Hua Tiandu is also practicing hard... Qiankun City.
It is still the first big city in the city of the upper limit of the world. In every moment, there are countless monks entering it, buying fetishes and consuming Xianwang Dan.
So far, the monks who entered the Qiankun City are rumored to be the auction. Someone had two megabytes of Xianwang Dan, bought the heaven and earth Xuanmen, and also distributed two trillion medicinal herbs to many masters.
The image of Fang Han has become a myth and legend.
Because of this, more and more monks in Qiankun City, many Tianjun are coming in and looking at Fang Han is still not in the city.
“Hua Tiandu, your cultivation has grown very well recently.”
In a secret room of Qiankun City, Huatian is on the ground. On the high throne, sitting on the head of Qiankun: "Today, I will let you use my artifacts, the best of luck, to help you The magic weapon in the body."
"Thank you for your respect!" Hua Tiandu listened, and said with great joy, he quickly went down.
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