Chapter 886 Deputy Door Master Painting
Fang Han defeated the "Phantom Law King" again and again. These giants who are too big on the nine heavens, all of them are true immortals, and reached the master of the fairy, but one-on-one, no one can get him. Now he must be immortal to be able to suppress. Even if three or four angels are shot together, they can't live with him. He and the eight Buddhism, the human treasure, and the thirty-three days of Shenquan, are fascinating, and recruiting all the heavens and the truth, the vitality will never lose money. And it is the stronger the Vietnam War. Almost every time I play, people feel that he will be a bit strong, as if he will grow up in battle.
Such a character is a miracle. No one knows what is going on.
In fact, it is Fang Han who, in every battle, will refine the chaotic flesh and blood. Especially in the battle with the fairy, the refining speed is faster.
The chaotic elementary tires are too big to be measured. If they really come out, they can cover many galaxies.
Of course, the flesh and blood of this chaotic fetus, Fang Han is not likely to refine in a short time. After all, it is also the treasure that the chaotic Tianjun forged. If all the refining and chemical into the body, his mana will probably eventually break through the level of Taoist immortal, or even higher.
"Fang Han, don't be arrogant! This time you broke into the altar of the nine clear heavens, can you bully me? No one today, so many Taoists, the guardian kings are here. Together, Even if you are more powerful, you have to kill you to live, there is no chance to survive."
The phantom king failed, and a king of the king next to the throne suddenly stood up. The king of the law, wearing a net of nets like a net, the nets of the fishing nets, like the combination of the Buddha's eye and the magic eye.
As soon as he stood up, he supported the Phantom of the Phantom and displayed his magical skills to heal him.
"who are you?"
The party looked at him with a cold eye, and he was condescending, as if a king was watching the courtiers.
"Xuan Luo Fawang, one of the guardian kings." This giant net of the fishing net robe is cold and cold, eyes are ringing around: "You, this person broke into the altar of the nine clear days, even wounded A few people, this is a shameful shame that has never been seen since the opening of the school. Together, *** die!"
A stone picks up thousands of waves.
All the masters have looked at Fang Han, but no one immediately shot, some of the profound skills, hundreds of thousands of years of practice, and even millions of years of heavenly Taoist, are passing on the mind.
"This person, every time they fight, is stronger than the last time."
"What should I do now? He insists on asking for the treasure. We are too up to the nine heavens, the ancients, and the name of the gods. If this is like a person who comes in and sees the door, there is nothing, then it is passed down, and the reputation is likely to fall. Many ancient factions cannot stand on the ground."
"Or, please inform the lords and join forces to *** this!"
"Yes, join forces with him! I don't believe that he is so arrogant, one can't deal with him, we can't do it all."
"All shots, he must be dead. But some people may not be shot. The Dongling Taoist also has some friends."
"We are all generations of lords, and we have to deal with one person. It is too shameful. This can't be ignored."
"You saw no, he seems to have no fear, we still don't know what his real card is. And even if we shoot together, make blood flow into the river, under his desperate counterattack, who can guarantee that they will not Was he pulled back?".
Fang Han Ba ??Bu Fu Tuo slightly rotated, countless gods, are faintly peeped, suddenly, the eyes are very shining, as if the eyes are the brightest stars in the universe, all the masters have received his gaze, Feel his strong warfare, and his heart is more taboo.
"Too Shang Jiu Qing Tian, ??it is indeed a master like a cloud, I am a cold man, not a big Luo Jinxian, the body of immortality, not the ancient Heavenly King. But whoever kills me is not an easy thing. You join forces together. I don’t want to die, I can’t do it. I have to take a look. Whoever starts first, I must kill him first!”
Fang Hanchang smiled, his eyes closed, and he threatened to "the king of Xuan Luo": "Xuan Luo Fawang, you said that you want to summon all the masters to *** me, I have to look, you dare not be the first If you are the first shot, I will kill you! Do you believe it or not? If you don't believe it, you will try it? Start it!"
The tone of the spirit, rolling like the law of heaven, intimidated to the king of Xuan Luo. This Xuan Luo Fawang, pale, seems to want to shoot, but did not dare. A strong fairy, actually was completely taken by the breath of Fang Han.
At the same time, Fang Han’s hand, once again had a long shot and was thrown out at any time. The phantom of this long gun was full of the taste of the final judgment. Behind him, the vengeful spear, the shadow of the lost sword, is looming. This is simulated by the small fate, but with the real virtual power, at least in the breath, not much difference, enough to be fake.
Under the breath of the final trial, there is really no one who dares to rush.
"The Gun of Judgment, the Spear of Vengeance, the Sword of Lost..." The painting murmurs, suddenly his face is cold, and he walks down the white gold throne of the deputy doorkeeper: "Yes, this is the legendary Wang Pinxian, but unfortunately, just Simulated virtual shadows, can you scare you to the top of the nine clear days? You say who will first shoot, who will kill at any cost. I have to see, what is your ability, I will First hand *** you. Can you kill me?"
Bang!
The paintings were step by step, and they went to Fang Han. They sent out a sentimental sigh of sorrow. They were invisible and invisible. They began to dissolve the atmosphere of Fang Han, and all of them looked at him. As long as he can entangle the square cold, there are many people who want to shoot immediately, directly ***, after all, Fang Han is really too arrogant, almost made this sacred total altar a dog and dog restless.
As he walked step by step, in his aura of the back, he showed a king of another king. The form of each king is different. He is vivid and controls the majesty of a world. There are a thousand 10,000 statues representing different artistic conceptions. Suddenly, they have gathered into an incomparably tall existence. It seems to be the king of kings and the leader of the king.
At the time of this trick, his breath has risen steadily, which is equivalent to the union of several masters.
"Too on the nine clear days, the ancient nine will kill the secret trick, the fifth, he actually realized it, this move, the king of kings!"
Many visionaries have been shocked to see the vision of the paintings. The degree of cultivation of this trick is more difficult to refine than "the world is the same with sorrow". I don't know how many immortals, but also the ancient magical powers, intertwined, and composed this trick.
"Under this, the painting is imaginary, and the cold is so powerful. In this case, the king of the king of kings is bombarded, and he is afraid that it will show the cards. Once the mana is ineffective, the paintings are blocked, we will Immediately shot, *** he must not turn over forever."
"Okay! We are too majestic in the nine clear days, not tolerant!" In the presence, many masters who are imaginary with the paintings are silently brewing.
Fang Han still stood on the spot, the silk did not move, coldly watching the paintings imaginary spurt the king of the king to kill, the temperament is calm and incomparable, it seems that the other party does not exist.
"Fang Han, you are calm enough, but I am the trick, the king of kings. Concentrate on the heavens and kings, the sages and kings, there is no way to resist!" The paintings went to a line away from the square three thousand steps away. Suddenly stopped the pace, the force was shrunk, and the yellow clothes that were immediately cold were hunted.
The yellow clothes on Fang Han’s body are made by Huang Quan, which is a magic weapon for the body. It is not moving, but it is actually smashed by the wind, which shows how much oppression has been suffered.
If it is a normal immortal, in this seemingly dull attack, it will be labeled as bolognese. Unable to recover.
It can be seen how fierce the painting king is, the king of the king.
"The kings of the heavens, the sages gather!"
Finally, the paintings were shot out, and the palms were shot, and the body disappeared. It seemed to rise and rise, and the day was ascended. In countless ancient kings, the shadows of the ancient sages emerged. These ancient sages represent the heavens and the earth. Pure king. They waved their hands and fired a few sorcerers.
Uh... Shenguang Xianshu, gathered together into a long river, completely wrapped the square cold in it.
"So many sacred sorcerers! The sages of the sages! This is the king of kings, and it is invincible to the heavens and the earth. Under the circumstance of Fang Han, I don’t know if I can resist it. Ordinary celestial beings have encountered this trick, I am afraid I will be beaten. I have to vomit blood. The fabulous blast is destroyed, and this piece of clothing worn by Fang Han is also a perfect weapon. In this move, it will definitely collapse."
"Attention, as long as this coldness shows up, we will kill! You block the Dongling Taoist!" Phantom King is pale, and he is king of Xuan Luo.
"There are so many fairy tales, Wang Dao Sheng Xian! It is really extraordinary." Fang Han also felt tremendous pressure at this moment. However, his body still does not move at all, like a reef under a waterfall, without the impact of the fairy, the ancient does not move. Countless immortals bombarded him, and they blew open. Vaguely, he saw that his yellow clothes had some slight cracks.
"Kids, death, Wan Wanghua, the Holy One is invincible!" Suddenly, the paintings descended from the sky, falling down, above the big hands, all the sages, the generals, all in the palm of their hands, and then rushed down. The spirit of playing the cold body is evaporating, all the bodyguards are suffocating, all turned into chaos.
boom!
The hairpins on Fang Hantou blasted open, and a long hair was scattered in the air. At this moment, his Huang Quantu avatar's clothes collapsed, and the upper body appeared, showing a bronze color but with a red and sinuous color. skin.
He looked up and looked at the paintings and suddenly shot.
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