Chapter 1269, Baosheng Advent
Fang Han inspired the righteous indignation of many monks, and let the disciplinary law enforcent disciples commit public anger, and secretly sneered.
Unless he has reached the realm of invincible Tianjun, he can arbitrarily compete with Lei Di Tianjun. Otherwise, it is impossible to kill the law enforcent disciples casually. No matter who does this, it is definitely a disaster.
But not acting in the face does not prevent him from using language to inspire everyone's righteous indignation.
The singer Zhang Jing of the Heavenly Prison Law Enforcent Disciples has long been known as the Heavenly World. The monks who have been bullied by these people are not a few, but they are afraid to speak out.
As long as you make a little bit of it, there will be so good things to help, and it will imdiately rise and rise.
Suddenly, this point was dialed, and the history of civilization of Confucianism was used to bla the montum. Fang Han understood the aning of the "chief of the an" in the "Zhongyong Shenquan", and martial arts had a taste of re-education.
"Hey? The thousand people said that there is no end to the disease." Fang Han heart secretly said, "I can't kill you brazenly, but it is enough to make you lose your na and stir up public anger."
"Zhuzhou disciples, speed up, Tiantang Shen prison law enforcent disciples to kill people to destroy the mouth, to seize our magic!" The grandson of the emperor, this ti has been completely inspired by Fang Han's justice, shouting, shocking the world, suddenly Nurous disciples of the Luzhou Sanctuary, who were killed on the battlefield, rushed over.
The ancestors of Zhangzhou disciples are the sa super-gates as the Yuhuan. They have the princes and the important positions in the heavens. They are definitely not comparable to the average martial art.
Seeing such a situation, Fang Han once again took a step: "The disciples of Zhangzhou, you do not have to be afraid of the fierceness of the disciples of this group of heavenly prisoners, and I am not able to kill them."
This group of heavenly prisoners and law enforcent disciples almost vomited blood.
"Wind, don't provoke dissension, when do we kill people?" A son of the Son angered: "You have to be responsible for your words."
"Don't kill people? What are you doing? Snatching the magic weapon?" The son of Zhangzhou was also angry: "I dare to argue."
"I am a prisoner of law enforcent in the heavens. I want to kill anyone who wants to kill. I don't need to argue." A leader of the Son seems to disdain: "You are so angry and angry, is it to shake the rule of heaven? Be careful of the disaster."
"Stupid, the establishnt of heaven is for the stability of the heavens, not for your good fortune." Fang Hanyi resolutely refuted.
"Yes, Feng Yuan's brother is right. You can't be a good fortune."
"If you are a good person, you will definitely not have a good end!"
The son of Shengzhou, Luzhou, roared.
The son of the Feathers Gate, as well as many scattered sects, are also roaring, and the thunder of justice is rolling in the sky, and a sigh of anger is on the rise.
Fang Han completely occupies the advantage of the montum. This group of heavenly prisoners and law enforcent disciples are all face-to-face. In the face of thousands of people, they don’t know what to say. So of them are ferocious and can’t be used to the sacred son. .
Seeing all of this, Fang Hanxin can't ask for it. These people kill better, then they have a real life, and it is even harder to be good.
"Wind, this is yours! Let's go!" A calm law enforcent disciple leader, he also saw it, Fang Han is deliberately irritating them, making a big mistake, when Lei Di Tianjun is not protecting Live them, after all, heaven is still reasonable, no rules are not a square.
Between the words, this group of prisoners and law enforcent disciples will fly away.
They want to go, but no one dares to stop. Fang Han’s brow wrinkles, seems to be considering blocking or letting them go.
Just then, suddenly, in the sky, a loud voice passed: "Fu Xianyu, Pixian, you are not safe, this wind is so fierce and sinister, irritating you, I want you to make a big mistake, But you don't have to leave. You are a law enforcent disciple, and you have the power of heaven. This is not a bad thing."
It’s okay!
Along with the sound, a huge saint in the sky descended, and the sa two saints stood behind him, full of three saints, appearing in the sky above the head of the heavenly prisoner law enforcent disciple.
The head of a saint, the face is very strange, at first glance is a master-level figure, on top of his head, three flowers gather top, five gas Chaoyuan, faintly ford a five-shen peak.
This is the saint of the Five Sacred Gods.
In Fang Han’s mind, an idea erged imdiately, the master of refining treasure of Wuyue Shenzong, Wei Zongshi! Xuanyuan Akasaka's disciple. In the **** trials, he stepped on the foot of the son of the priest, and he lost the face of the Five Sacred Gods.
"It turned out to be Wei Zongshi of the Wuyue Shenzong, and there are two masters."
The disciples of the Heavenly Prison Prison Law Enforcent saw the arrival of the three saints. It was obviously directed at Fang Han. Everyone was relieved. Everyone’s face showed a arrogant look. The other side’s cold flashed a deep murder. Square cold tears in general.
"It is the master of the refining treasure of Wuyue Shenzong, Wei Zongshi, and the other two are the sacred sacred, and the sacred sacred. They are the top-ranking strongn of the Five Sacred Emperors, and they are actually dispatched together?"
"The Wuyue Shenzong did not encounter the barbarian attack. These saints did not sit in the portal and went to Zhongzhou to do what?"
"I am afraid that it is for the sake of the wind. I heard that the wind is in the **** trial, and the sacred son of the Five Sacred Gods is humiliated once, and Wei Zongshi’s disciple Xuanyuan Akasaka is killed. This is a deep hatred and hatred. ”
The three saints descended, and the mighty powers pressed all the breath down. The sound of the excitent of the group also disappeared.
"Wind, you give out."
As soon as this sage of Wei Zongshi ca, he looked directly at Fang Han and glanced at the can of the totem that was in the distance. His face showed obvious greed.
The other two saints, also looking at Fang Han’s ghost Wu’s figure, could not wait to grab it.
Although it is said that the saints have been able to refine the Wang Pinxian, but refining a Wang Pinxian, the project is vast, even if dozens of saints can not be refining success.
To the cultivation of the Emperor of the Emperor, the refining of the Wang Pinxian is hard.
Unless it is the emperor of the sa world, it is a little easier, but there are not millions of days of the world, but also want to practice.
Although Wei Zongshi was known as the master of refining treasure, it was impossible to refine the product of Wang Pinxian.
"Three saints, this ti the Zhongzhou against the barbarian army has won a great victory, you did not know what happened?" Fang Han slowly stood out.
"Wind, you killed my disciple Xuanyuan Akasaka, but also humiliated the son of the feather door, what should I sin? Don't you kneel down? Don't think that the feather door can protect you, this ti we ca, we have already notified Your highest ancestor, Chang Huang Hua Wenchang ancestors."
A saint stands out, with long hair, dancing in the wind, and the sadness of the autumn wind, which is actually a saint who is sad and sorrowful.
"It’s Hua Wenchang this person! I will live and refine him one day sooner or later!" Fang Han’s heart is killing, but he knows that unless he has cultivated himself, he will not be able to start with Hua Wenchang. To kill Hua Wenchang, everyone in the feather gate, even the first one of the feathers will not let go.
"If you don't leave, you can hand over the totem pot and the ghost martial arts figure. As compensation, we can consider giving you a life. Otherwise, you can't escape justice today."
The illusion ca out to speak. This saint, the body is shaking at random, the whole body is a phantom, I don’t know which one is the real body, the illusion is real, there is a mysterious mood in it.
"Wind, you just yelled at the martial arts, how can you not talk now?" So of the disciples of the Heavenly Prison Law enforcent saw the situation turn sharply, and all of them shook.
"I dare to offend the Five Sacred Gods. It seems that we have law enforcent disciples in the heavens. We have to re-enforce the law. What do you have to say?"
A law enforcent disciple is cold and cold.
"You law enforcent? What law?" Fang Han eyes swept, "I killed the Wuyue Shenzong disciple, but in the **** trials, the heavens rules, kill anyone, and things can not be liquidated, you want Law enforcent, they took the three saints! They dared to violate the rules of blood test."
"This!" The Heavenly Prison Law enforcent disciple was speechless, but his face showed a sneer of anger and anger: "No matter what, you must be punished today."
"Yes, let alone the lotus flower, it is difficult to escape justice today!" Wei Zongshi coldly said: "The high-level of your feather door is spurning you, you are too arrogant, too much, will bring to the feather door in the future In the **** trials, even the sons of the Emperor of the Emperor dare to kill, it is really daring. With the arrival of the Emperor, and the destruction of your body, it is better to contribute a magic weapon today, we will give you a happy. ”
"You dare to deal with Yuhuan disciples in Zhongzhou. You are a naked provocation." Sun Shi painting roared. "All the feathers disciples, the elders will not let you succeed."
"Hey? This is what the Holy Spirit has done, that is, the acquiescence of your high-level door." Wei Zongshi sneered: "I Bao Sheng Wei Zongshi, no shots, a shot must be achieved, wind, about you I can tell you, relying on a few magic weapons, I will tell you that my treasure is specially designed to control the magic weapon. Even if you are a ghost weapon, the totem can is a treasure, and there is no use. I will give you a lesson, supre. Wanbao Dasheng is really sincere, give it to !"
Hey!
An odd wave of volatility emanated from the body of Wei Zongshi of Bao Sheng. Imdiately, all the people felt that the magic weapon on their body jumped. It seed that they had to leave their own control and leap out.
Even the ghost martial arts figure on Fang Han’s body, the cans of the totems that swallowed the barbarian army in the distance, all trembled wildly, seemingly to be erased by the spirit of the spirit, and were taken away.
"Young people, this supre treasure is really the secret of the supre treasure of the legacy of Duobao Tianjun. Rebellion is useless. Your realm is still low and cannot be countered!"
The sorrowful sorrow, the sacred sacred palm is placed behind the treasure saint Wei Zong, and suddenly, almost everyone’s magic weapon flew up.
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