Chapter 871
"This is the last blow of the gun of the trial. If I can withstand the past, I will truly survive the thunder of the sacred sacred. The achievement of the supreme lord, the road of cultivation in the future, a horse Pingchuan, at least before the immortal, can be devastated. I don't believe that this day the robbery can get me, the eight floats, thirty-three days, the spoon of the gods, the ancestors to the road... tear me."
In the face of the final blow of the gun of the trial, Fang Han’s spirit was flying and swaying. Often the body of the ancestors, there appeared thirty-three days of illusion on the top of the head.
In the thirty-three days of phantom, there was a strange kind of strange person. Those people, their faces were painted with oil paint, strange and strange, and they chanted with weird spells. Many coffins appeared in the three. In the thirteenth day of the illusion, the original thirty-three treasures are very sacred things, but there are things similar to the source of all evils. The combination of sacred and evil forms a perfect cycle, traced back to the source, and arrived. The source of the emergence of thousands of universes.
Fang Han knows that this is the magical effect of the combination of the ancestral mirror and the thirty-three days to the treasure. It is a little moving, and the power is coming from the air. It has never been this moment. Fang Han’s deep understanding of the meaning of the source is such a tyranny today. power.
In the face of the final blow of the gun of judgment, the final judgment came, and he was fearless in his heart. He rushed up and double-clawed, and the world’s free movement of the Buddha’s symbol.
He actually fit and slammed into the gun of judgment.
"The foolish man, in the presence of the judgment, dared to resist..." On the gun of judgment, the ancient will shakes again.
The sound of a cracked brocade sounds clear.
In the world, the light of Wang Fufu was completely torn apart. The ancient Buddha above was pierced, and the guns were still not exhausted, and they collided with the claws of Fang Han.
when!
The gun body was assassinated on the claws of Fang Han, and the body of the long aging ancestors was cracked again, but it did not collapse. The power of Fang Han has grown ten times more than the previous moment. The eight Buddhism has become a great success. No, this magic weapon is not a sacred sect, but a treasure in the universe, never before, a perfect baby. Noble will, infinitely close to the source, close to chaos, close to creation, close to eternal life, close to a magic weapon of fate.
Although compared to the legendary fairy, Wang Pinxian is not as good as the power, but the essence of the soul, but nobler than them.
kill!
At the moment when the gun of the trial collided with himself, Fang Han’s body felt a burst of tears, but he did not feel the collapse of the past, but he was able to support it.
The gunshot burst, Fang Han’s dragon claws also displayed a hundred billion phantoms, colliding with the gun of the trial. His body, constantly tearing open, was constantly being repaired.
"Chaotic birth!"
When Fang Han collided with the gun shadow, he screamed again and again, and the huge flesh-and-blood element appeared behind the body and directly integrated into the dragon body.
"Small fate!" Fang Han once again displayed this sacred ancient Qigong. Among the flesh and blood fetuses, countless chaos and flesh and blood were refining, and also integrated into his body, his world, the eight worlds of Buddhism.
That body is getting stronger and stronger! More and more concise, reaching the end, Fang Han every time a claw, actually able to put the gun of the trial, a little shake!
The robbery seems to be even more angry.
The anger is getting stronger and stronger, challenging his authority. The more violent life star Lei, the virtual thunder fell. The gun of the trial, the light shining on it, suddenly a thorn, shaking Fang Han, and then issued a call of voice.
Bang!
In the day of robbery, there were two whirlpools. Among the two whirlpools, suddenly, there was a long sword and a spear.
The long sword is the "sword of loss", and the spear is the "spear of revenge."
In the murder of Fang Han, the appearance of the three kings of the fairy wares appeared in succession, and it seemed that they had to strike at the same time. There is no such thing as a breather for those who have squandered the majesty and stole the seeds of fate.
"My God!" Feng Baiyu trembled, not knowing whether it was shocked or scared, or excited. He and Fang Han went together to rob the day, it can be said that it took some cleverness, many of the forces of the day robbery, all came to Fang Han, and he was easy to use, flashing everywhere, absorbing the life of the star, the breath of the air, enhance the power Open the mysterious seal inside the body.
However, when he saw the three great kings, the legendary magic weapon, the lost sword, the revenge spear, the gun of judgment, and the guns that appeared together in the day of the robbery, Feng Baiyu could not calm down. He shouted. The Emperor mirror turned and turned into a **** light, rushing into the body of Fang Han.
"The right way of the heavens, the Emperor mirror. The left path of the heavens, the ancestors of the ancestors! The combination of vitality and re-creation of the universe!" In his anger, the breath of the ancestral mirror in Fang Hanzhong, and the breath of the Emperor's mirror , the fusion of each other, Fang Han's entire body, radiant. The combination of the thirty-three days of the treasure and the eight floats has not been a trace of embarrassment.
"Okay, good! I have the support of flesh-and-blood tires, and any serious injuries can be repaired! Three great kings, come on! Let me see, how powerful your power is! Can you really kill the gods? I."
Fang Han is again turbulent, and the dragon is rushing.
woo woo woo woo. The sky rang through the whine, the gun of judgment, the sword of loss, and the spear of vengeance came from three aspects. The breath completely disintegrated all kinds of gods and thunders, and all the catastrophe was absorbed in the three kings. Then, these three pieces of Wang Pinxian crossed the infinite time and space and rushed.
Fang Han felt the pain that could not be tolerated, but his will was more firm, unprecedented heightening, and the fate of the destiny was madly exerted, life was burning, one million years, two million years... among the flesh and blood The fleshy mountain of the seat flies, is refining, blending into the body, making up for his life and strengthening his blood.
The three kings of the fairy, finally killed on his body.
His dragon claws, three consecutive hits, hit the body of the three kings. The power of infinite anti-seismic forces made his soul almost rupture, and the body exploded again. The worlds of the eight bas-reliefs once again suffered a devastating blow. Only the most important thirty-three-day world was guarded by Enron.
The life of Fang Han’s life is more devastating. Almost for destruction.
In an instant, he suffered an injury that could not be recovered.
The wind white feathers were also sprayed out of the blood, and the Emperor’s mirror fell and fell from the hand. The whole body cracked, but his chest seemed to be touched by a little seal. An ancient totem imprint is just around the corner.
"I still have a sigh of relief. The blows of these three kings have not killed me completely!" Fang Han's astonishing will, once again. When God read the radiation, he saw that after the three major kings had a blow, he was once again seriously injured, but he could not destroy himself.
However, the three kings of the Taoist dynasty did not dissipate, but stayed in the sky again, coldly watching the bottom, and saw that Fang Han was recovering again, again oscillating, and between the moves, he was killed.
"This is not dead! The sky robbery is so powerful, I must kill me completely! I swear! As long as this time does not die! Must rush into the heavens, destroy the heavens, and thoroughly refine your three kings." Fang Han was completely angry at the end. He had never had this moment. He had such anger. The three kings and the tyrannical tyrants had to kill him. At this moment, he is not sure to survive.
At this moment, suddenly a white light on the body of the white feathers spurred out, Fang Han body shocked, and saw that in the light of the god, there appeared a tall protoss form, this protoss form, a trembling His body is bloody, behind his back, the billion-dollar aperture flashes, and in an instant, depicts the endless battle scenes, the Protoss and the Heavens, and the Buddha world, and even some mysterious universes, mysteriously sturdy, even There are also countless immortals, Jinxian, Zuxian, Yuanxian, Shengxian, Zhixian... and even the scene of Tianjun battle.
This protoss seems to be born for fighting.
His face is extremely beautiful, and the wind white feathers are faintly similar. But the strength of the body is much bigger than the wind white feathers.
When the three kings of the traits crossed and flew in, he stepped out of the space of the eight floating sects, standing in front of the three kings of the martial arts, one big hand, and the three kings. Grab.
The spear of vengeance, the sword of loss, the gun of judgment, and the three kings of the genre, were actually caught by him.
This protoss has a faint smile on the surface: "You dare to deal with me, disturbing my sleep... Your body is coming, it is useless. When I am completely awake, I will go to the fairy world and seize you. The body, the end of your life, you have provoked people who should not be provoked..."
"Ending the Holy King..."
The thoughts of the three kings of the fairy wares, there was a trace of fear, and they came out. This is the Protoss, the end of the ancient legend. Actually appeared here.
Hey!
This tall Protoss grabs a grip.
The three kings of the fairy wares burst into numerous pieces and suddenly disappeared. And the tall protoss also dissipated, and the totem mark of the windy white feathers crouched. No longer ready to move.
The robbery began to dissipate, and the intensive life star Lei, the virtual thunder began to be sporadic.
The robbery has finally passed.
"It turns out that the body of the wind white feathers crouched in such a tyrannical thing. What is the relationship between him and the end of the Protoss, and it is no wonder that he can surrender to God!"
Fang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His biggest crisis was lifted. Once the day was over, one horse was flat.
This time is not the last, the end of the white feather body in the end of the sacred image of the sacred king, he has been torn by the power of the three kings. It is impossible to survive this day.
"Okay! Recover the injury! Quick recovery, fortunately I learned the pharmacist Wang Fu Liuli Dabao Xianshu. With the help of flesh and blood, the treatment of injuries is very confident."
Fang Han immediately runs the fairy, burns the elixir, and begins to heal and repair the world.
"Oh, it’s really amazing how to get through the fairyland."
"After crossing the fairyland, he is afraid that he is dying. But it is cheaper for us..."
"Take him sick, ask for his life..."
A moment of God's thoughts, across the void, passed over, Fang Han's face suddenly changed, and saw the dragon's graveyard dead, there appeared a lot of strong atmosphere, he was actually surrounded.
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