Chapter 1094 is a great harvest
In the "Haihou Shengquan Eye", a strong and powerful Jinxian country flashes, and all know the invasion of foreign enemies! However, every Jinxian wonders, they have laid down countless bans, no one can co in, even if they are several tis more powerful than them, they can only attack outside, it is impossible to lurk in to assassinate.
But now, even two kingdoms of Jinxian have been shattered.
It also represents the death of two powerful masters.
"Hunting the king turtle! Fighting king old turtle!"
The old antiques of the gods and beasts of the gods and tortoises ca out from the kingdom. When they joined together, they saw a young man who was flapping the wings behind him. He was shaking the kingdom of the "Warrior and the tortoise" and put the head. The middle-aged giant tortoise was beaten and then absorbed.
Seeing that the other party is so fierce, all the old turtles are afraid to act rashly. This is the difference between people and beasts. If it is in a big martial art, Fang Han kills like this, the rest of the disciples must be desperate to go to the siege.
But the beasts are different, there is no feeling at all, and all of them are about the weak at. Watching Fang Han kill two old turtles, they are not on the siege, but stand still, first look at how powerful Fang Han is.
"who are you?"
"Why do you break into the nest of our **** turtle king beast and count us?"
A pair of old and female turtles, Jin Xian, eyes flickering, staring at Fang Han.
"Our **** turtle king beast, has already turned to the sea emperor, where did you co from the monk who dared to start with us, isn't it afraid of the lost sword of the emperor's lost sword? If the emperor of the sea knows that you are so bold, even Your mountain gate must be extinct!"
A white old turtle stood up.
In the presence, there were a total of seven old turtles, each of which was built into a golden fairy. Between the speeches, the dark array was laid out, and the unusual murderousness was fluctuating in the eyes of the entire Haihou Shengquan.
"Hai Huang Majesty? Lost Sword?"
When Fang Han heard these two nas, he was taken aback. These two nas evoke his distant mories. In the secular world, when dealing with Wanguixian Island, the monks in this island killed billions of souls, carried out blood sacrifices, and summoned the emperor’s avatars. There is a shadow of the lost sword.
That power is still deeply imprinted on his heart.
Also, when he was robbed of the thunder, the shadow of the lost sword also appeared again. However, it was defeated by the form of the end of the Holy King.
The sword of loss, the rumor is Wang Pinxian, if this immortal is true, Fang Han knows that he is definitely not an opponent. Because this kind of fairy is comparable to the saint, that is to say, at least it is the existence of the sacred level.
There is a powerful Wang Pinxian, even comparable to the immortal.
And the holy fairy can be compared with the heavenly king. The true wing of freedom, the legend is the beauty that can be compared with the heavenly king. The creation of artifacts is sothing that Tianjun can't shape.
If Wang Pinxian is to kill himself now, it is impossible for Fang Han to escape.
"Hands! Haihou big battle! Surprise!"
The seven-headed Jinxian-level **** turtle, the king beast, suddenly looked at each other at the sa ti, feeling that they had reached the mont of Fang Han’s loss, each urging mana and urging a lore.
The stormy waves are imdiately holy and empty, and the void changes. Artifacts such as swords and swords, Ding bell tower furnaces, etc., appeared in the big array. With the appearance of these artifacts, in the deepest part of the big battle, a strange ancient sword is brewing slowly, it seems that they are powerfully summoned. presence.
"Summon the lost sword!"
Fang Chen’s heart was shocked. When he saw the shape of the most central and strange ancient sword, he knew that he was summoning the lost sword. The call of this ancient sword is no worse than in the world.
In the secular, because of the obstruction of the rules of heaven, the power cannot be transmitted at all, and only one projection can be made.
And the heavens are different. The body of the lost sword is in the heavens, summoned, and the power is endless. Even if it is a avatar, it is not the current Fang Han can resist it.
"Give all to die!"
Bang!
At this mont, Fang Han provoked thirty-three tis of combat power. A second-order spirit was directly burned and turned into nothingness. The vitality of the quantity of 100 million yuan was imdiately consud, and his body changed to thirty-three. Each of them controls a magic weapon, the largest of which holds the Tiann, the seven old turtles, and the sea squad, the strange ancient sword, which is a punch.
At this mont, no one can imagine the violent.
Originally a cold, it is already almost invincible in Jinxian, now playing thirty-three tis the combat power, it is equivalent to thirty-three Fang Han at the sa ti shot.
砰砰砰砰砰........
On the face of the seven old turtles, they still stayed in the smugness of the "dark calculations", and all smiles were gloomy and sneer. But all the expressions are fixed at this mont. Fang Han incarnates thirty-three violent forces, and all the things are destroyed when they are hit.
Their bodies exploded, and even the soul fragnts and wills were all turned into chaos, and the thoughts could not work.
Fang Han’s boxing strength, between the tricks, the seven powerful old turtle Jinxian, was completely destroyed, and the residue did not stay. At the sa ti, the whole sea squad, also burst.
The strange ancient sword that had just been brewed, has not yet condensed into its own will, but also was shattered by Fang Han!
However, in the mont when the ancient sword was shattered, countless sharp fragnts broke out and cut on all sides, destroying many of the crystal gods in Fang Han’s body.
"It’s a good tyrannical sword! If I brew it, I can resist it, and I have to be hurt. I can’t think of it. The tribal race of a **** turtle, the king of the beast, can actually be related to the sea emperor? I have not heard that. The ocean of heaven is boundless, full of monsters, but there is no final ruler? How co out of a sea emperor? Heaven does not allow the rulers of the ocean to appear."
Thirty-three golden light was collected, and Fang Han changed again.
He forced the out of the body, the silky sword, and the crystal **** country resud its operation again, a fierce suck! In the void, countless golden fairy tales have entered the body, and the illusion of the old turtle is screaming, turning into a real dragon!
A total of seven old turtle Jinxian, plus the two fronts, he killed a total of nine Golden Immortals, and now all refining. Incorporate into the body, and then condense the golden fairy law of the nine old turtles into their own.
Originally, in his body, the 50,000-dollar golden fairy rule, now refining the nine-headed old turtle Jinxian, has grown to 60,000 tis, and each one is a human leg with a large size. Scared to death.
The strength grows again, and the epoch of the gods is even more tyrannical. The blood, vitality, and supernatural powers of the nine-headed tortoise, Jin Xian, are all absorbed by him, making his calculation of Jiyuan Shenquan reach an extre.
"Haihou Shengquan eyes! Give a receipt!"
Fang Hanyu stood in this vein, and no one ca to stop him. He was like a god, and he grabbed it with a big hand, and imdiately penetrated into the sky.
The seamounts of the blocks trembled and suddenly collapsed and shattered.
The palm of Fang Han’s palm is expanding and it’s full of billions of miles. Deeply caught in the seamounts, this spiritual spring was directly caught by him.
The huge sea eye was condensed by his tyrannical mana, and the golden light was shot and passed out. This camp of the tortoise and the king beast caused a disaster. Countless gods and tortoises were killed and turned into true dragons. Absorbed by Fang Han.
And many elixir were planted in this old nest, which was collected by Fang Han and lted in a furnace. There are even so fairy weapons that have also flew up and are lted by Fang Han.
Fang Han is like a huge at grinder machine, engulfing ancient beasts, centering on him, hundreds of millions of miles, countless ti and space, countless gods have been shattered, almost all the gods and tortoises can not escape his Smoking and eating.
The Eight Buddhism is like a chaotic dragon beast that can never be fed. The more you swallow, the more you turn into the true dragon. The stronger the buoy, the more the true dragon is even. . Every true dragon has infinite strength.
Fang Han devours a monster, and the monster changes to a real dragon, which also has strength.
That is to say, as soon as the rear cold is urging the eight floats, it will fly out of the continuous army of monsters, but these monsters have beco dragons.
"Haihouquan eyes! Incorporate my hand!" One side turned into a giant like to devour the chaotic dragon beast, and Fang Han side took the Haihou Shengquan eye and finally collected it into a huge blue eye, which was incorporated into the palm of his hand.
Among the blue eyes, countless blue airflows, pure Yuanshiqi, doped with many rare ancient air currents in the sea, quietly flowing, equivalent to the sum of at least 35 and six first-order spirits!
"Haha, Fang Han, this ti it is a big harvest, and the harvest is huge. We are rich. We are really rich! Afterwards, you will have to explore the treasure on the bottom of the sea. Many of the monsters at the bottom of the sea have occupied the spirit and the road. The collection is not lacking in the spirit of cultivation." I saw the eyeball of "Haihou Shengquan Eye", and I was very happy.
"Yes, this ti the harvest is great." Fang Han nodded, and the palm of his hand turned over, and he took the eyeball-like spirit into the body, a big mouth, a violent suck, in the nest of the **** turtle king beast Even the ancient city of the whole seat flew up, was confined, shrunk, and swallowed into the body, all of which were sucked into the eight furnaces, and in the Tiantian furnace in the thirty-three days to the treasure, with the raging The Jinxian real fire is calcined, and it is turned into a pure vitality, benefiting the country of its own.
These cities are carefully forged and genius treasures.
Almost a few dozen breaths, the entire nest of the gods of the tortoise, the king of the beast, all disappeared, devastated, was completely extinct by Fang Han.
In the eight floating sects, countless vitality condensed into a virtual shadow. It is the dragon beast that many gods and tortoises beco a beast. Their own vitality is integrated into the eight floating sects and beco gods, but as soon as they are motivated, these elents will condense. Jackie Chan, like the army on the sea, is rolling.
"You can go!"
Almost the shave was sared, and even the house was refining, and Fang Han was satisfied and flew up to Shanghai.
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