Chapter 417 Seal rupture
"The Emperor's pen is a man's pen, and the law of the three hundred avenues is issued in one breath. If I hate the gods, half of the undead body collapses, the head smashes, Jin Dan is also smashed, and the eight sacs are also smashed. The entrance was also shattered. There would never be a little bit of life."
When Fang Han was fighting against the "Hate of the Emperor", and the "Hate of Heaven" was suppressed, his **** thoughts also passed through Huang Quantu to examine the battlefield outside. On the "seeing" to the people's pen, the rules of the three hundred avenues were squandered, and they condensed into a torrent of water, so that they couldn't escape.
The rule of three hundred avenues, which is cultivated by Fang Han, is also known by Fang Han, but more is that Fang Han can not name it.
Although those ranked in the front, such as "big reincarnation", "big wish", "big yin and yang", "catastrophe", "big five", etc. are not among them. However, the laws of the Three Hundred Avenues have gathered together into one force. Fang Han has felt the Emperor's pen as an ancient fairy. Nowadays, there is no such thing as a heavenly instrument. This is a **** of heaven and a pen of writing the law of the road.
Whoever holds it in his hands can master the avenue.
The torrent of the three hundred avenues condenses, so that the hate gods can not escape, and it is inevitable. It seems to be in the midst of it, there is a force of destiny, locking the soul of the **** of the gods, in addition to hard to fight the three hundred avenues of law, there is no other possibility.
"People's pen, the emperor and you fight!"
I hate the body of the purple-grey body of the Emperor, and there is a crack in the inch. It seems that there is a majestic power in it burning. The nine-finger hand that grabs Huang Quantu has also shrunk back, and the hate of the sky has shrunk back.
"Desperate the heavens and the earth, the Emperor is in the sky, the gods are broken, the sky is broken!"
I hate the purple flame of the **** of the gods, and suddenly rushed up, and the layers of soil were melted by this purple-gold flame and turned into nothingness. Fully rushed to the heights, it seems to be sprayed out of the ground! The duel at this time was an encounter with a depth of 100,000 feet in the ground, and the flame of the **** of the gods, the melting of the earth's crust, rushed out of the ground and rushed for nine days.
This emperor, three legs tried to open, three arms waved, extended, one thousandth of an instant, it formed a myriad of strange handprints, his three faces, one thousandth of a moment, spit out three A syllable, these three syllables, who do not know how many notes are composed, seems to be the birth of the Protoss.
Although Fang Han cultivated the Tianlong octave, he deeply understood the mystery of the syllables, but after hearing these three notes, it was still a fog and could not be repeated.
"Tear!"
Hate the Emperor of Heaven to rush out of the purple-gold flame, wield the palm of his hand, display the eccentric magic, three arms fluttering, the trajectory arc jumps, playing a great destruction, the big dead note.
"Hurry up and close the entrance to the Huangquan map, or let the aftermath of these two masters rush in, Huang Quan will definitely overwhelm the sky, and get the bottom of the sky. The chaos of the great chaos can not be suppressed."
The thoughts of Huang Quantu, the electric light stone fire spread to the entire space, the door of the nose, the bridge of the bridge, appeared at the entrance. Fang Han’s body moved and stood at the entrance, flying his own life, Jin Dan, and mobilizing half of the undead body. Just after he took four "Taiqing Yuye Da Dan Dan", the life expectancy reached the limit of "9,999,000 years old", the vitality of the big supplement, at the peak of the heyday, a golden Dan, also broke at any time Tanjong changed the taste of the world.
He blocked the entrance with himself.
At the same time, the smoke and water also flew over, and both of them stood on the bridge of Naihe, drawing all kinds of symbols. Try to block the entrance so as not to be rushed in by the waves.
Just when the two people had just arranged the electric light stone fire, they hated the gods outside, and the people's pen had already collided.
The rule of the three hundred avenues, the purple-gold flame, the bang. For example, the comet hits the sun and the moon. There was an unprecedented strong shock.
In an instant, everything lost its brilliance.
The whole world has lost its color.
At this moment, Fang Han’s mouth, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind all seem to have lost their perceptual effect. The world concept in front of him has completely collapsed, as if he has returned to the chaos that the heavens and the earth have not opened up. He couldn't even feel the smoke, he couldn't feel the eight floats, and he couldn't feel the Huangquan map.
I can't even feel my golden dragon! There is also my own body.
He has not felt his existence. It seems that under this time, time has stopped his footsteps.
"Fang Han, be careful!" I don't know how long it has been. It seems to be a thousand years. It seems to be a moment. In his consciousness, he conveyed the thought of the smoke and water. He suddenly woke up and saw himself. The lower body suddenly turned into ashes. Fortunately, there was Jin Dan's protection on his head, and he was not defeated. Otherwise, he would never be awake.
The smoked water, standing next to him, at this time, the clothes were all broken, showing the white cockroaches, pale, wow a blood spurting out, Fang Han even saw her natural disaster god, all in my mind Among them, it has been made into a variety of magical powers! This injury is even worse than myself.
Apparently the two stood at the entrance of the Huangquan map, resisting the aftermath of the rushing in, but it was shocked by Yu Bo.
"Recovery!" Fang Hanxiu became a half-dead body, but it was better, and his thoughts turned into a gray spirit, reorganized and restored his body.
And the smoke and water, after vomiting blood, also open your eyes, mobilize your own mana, and restore the spirit of God.
"Fang Han, you actually want to kill me with the help of the Emperor's pen. I have to turn my body into nothing. I was suppressed by the Emperor's pen. There is only one skull left, and I can't recover. I want to swallow you and swallow you! ”
Oh!
A huge, full-fledged purple-gold head with a few acres of size appeared at the entrance of Huangquan. This head has three faces, which is actually the head of the goddess.
His three hands and three-legged body disappeared.
At this time, Fang Han saw that in a very distant place, the Emperor's pen restored the shape of the Taishan Mountains. In his crystallized body, he hated the headless body of the Emperor, like a fly in amber. , was frozen in it.
Under the head of the head of the hateful god, there was a deep wound, and there was purple blood flowing in the wound. The neck of this emperor was strangled by the power of the Emperor, and it was impossible to display the power of regeneration and re-grow the body!
The horror of the Emperor's pen can be seen. The master of the undead body must be killed by him and cannot be recovered.
However, the Emperor's pen smashed the head of the hated Emperor, and sealed his headless body, it seems to consume a lot of power, after all, it is not the fairy of the year. And it didn't find someone who could motivate it.
Therefore, when I hate the Emperor's head and fly to the entrance of Huangquan, the Emperor's pen is too late to attack.
Hate the Emperor of Heaven at this moment, but the other side is cold and irritated to the extreme. If it is not Fang Han’s calculation, he will not lose so much. His twelve great kings, the first seven, the last five, all died in Fang Han. On the hands of this, this time, I was tempted to encounter a person’s pen, and I was defeated by myself. Ten percent of the power lost 90%, leaving only one head.
He is cold hate, hate, hate! I hate the extreme.
This time he flew over, it was to seal his headless body with a man's pen, and he could not take care of it. Displaying his own real-world space, swallowing a picture of Huang Quan, and then flying away.
"court death!"
When Fang Han saw his head fluttering and his hands waved, it was a group of A-nosed magic that smashed the past. Among them, the aura of the tree of his own world was concealed, and he wanted to restrain the head of the Emperor.
"The field of the gods, covering the world!"
Hate the Emperor of Heaven to open his mouth and squat, and actually swallowed Fang Han and the entire Huangquan map. Then the head emits a strong purple flame, slamming upwards, the soil deep in the ground, the hard basalt rock plate, met the purple fire, melted, and was actually washed out by him.
"Want to run!"
The Emperor's pen rumbling and swaying again, violently shrinking, concentrating power, and powering the sky. Between the strokes, the space is broken, oh! On the head of the **** of the gods, there was a deep crack. It seems to be smashed in general.
"Ah! Ah!" Hate the Emperor of Heaven to send out a scream of sternness, and the vitality was once again seriously injured.
"A little god, I want to escape in front of me?" The thoughts of the Emperor's pen are covered in all directions.
However, at this time, in the boundless fire of the Inferno, the sound of the chain pulling, the depths of the fire, seems to trap a boundless fierce devil, this time, unbearable suppression, to break free of the seal, get out.
Hey, hey... countless white hair, rushing out of the lava of the sea of ??fire. Actually, the body of the person's pen was entangled, making it impossible for this world to exert its edge and killing the **** of the gods.
"Tian Tian help me, the sky is not dead! Here is actually blocked a Taikoo power, I know. When I go back, refining Fang Han and others, winning their magic weapon, engulfing the spirit of Huang Quantu, Regain strength, and gather the masters of my Protoss to completely surrender you, the Emperor pen!"
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Seeing such a scene, there is only one head that hates the gods, and I am overjoyed, and the captain who is not desperate, finally broke out of the ground. Escape!
"Damn! This Fang Han body has the seedlings of the world tree. He bears the fate of the world of Xuanhuang. If it is taken away by the Protoss, the consequences are unimaginable." The Emperor's pen sent out an angry roar, and the body once again skyrocketed, twisted, and Wrap your own white hair and cut it.
However, in the depths of the Inferno, a faint sound was heard: "It's no use, the Emperor's pen, I said that you just had a fight with the Emperor, and refining the shackles in half. You have since then I can't suppress me either. And in the near future, I will really get out of trouble."
Infinite white hair, once again spurred from the sea of ??fire, and fight with the Emperor.
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