Eternal Life

Chapter 1053: White man

Chapter 1053 White robes

After the storm, some of the surrounding gravel, weathered bones, and some human beasts, and even some fragments of the magic weapon.

Fang Han Shen thought to go out and was looking for something of value in it.

In this desert, the environment is really bad, a desert, cutting space, so that countless countries are crushed. Even half a step of Jinxian can give a direct blow to death.

Among the sandbanks, there are many ancient ruins. Every year, I don’t know how many heavenly masters come to find the treasures in the ruins, but more are buried in this harsh environment.

"I found the dragon's eternal Jinxian ????" Fang Han just issued a thought, and saw the dragon's needle in the non-stop rotation, which flew out of the dragon.

He was also taken aback, and then secretly transported eight floats to sense the dragon's breath in the void.

Sure enough, he used the power of eight floating squads, and felt some time and space, faintly delivered a powerful dragon with a scale and a half claw. This dragon is very violent, noble, ancient, far-reaching, and contains unfathomable The mystery seems to be that there is a stock that transcends Jin Xian’s sentiment.

I got the moisture of this dragon's breath, and the eight floaters gave off a bright and lustrous luster.

"Nothing wrong, this is the atmosphere of the Dragon King of the Golden Immortal. In the rumor, he has long since cultivated and reached the peak of Jinxian. He has to learn the laws of the ancestors. Now there is a way to approach the ancestors. The mysterious, obviously, this dragon has recently been plundered, and it has grown and improved. You must be especially careful."

"Bing Zun" issued a warning, a black light appeared on the body, gradually transformed into transparency, it seems to be hidden, turned into a shadow if there is no distortion, with the direction of the dragon, the non-stop Flying wildly.

Fang Han naturally keeps up, but he has poured all his mana into the wing of freedom, and the legend of the hand-held legend, as soon as it is not good, immediately flees.

Wind and power, the thirteen masters like a wolf like a tiger swoop, countless sand dunes, vast Gobi, have gone.

At this time, the thirteen masters, if they had the power to unite together, formed a whole, together they shaped a country of God, freely shuttle and jump, and track the dragon.

Fang Han directly conveyed the power of the legend. Of course, he used the eight floats to trace in the dark. In some respects, the ability of the eight floaters to track the dragon masters is much stronger than the dragon stitch.

The faint dragons in the emptiness of the sky continue to enter the eight floating sects. Gradually, on the celestial ball in the floating sect, there is a huge golden dragon shadow. This golden dragon has seven claws and one paw. The top is densely covered with the texture of the ancient, the dragon scales on the body, each piece has a size of dozens of miles, and the dragon scales are intertwined with the golden fairy rule, which is close and has a mysterious idea.

Even Fang Han felt a strong soul and majesty, which made the ball of life tremble, and there is a tendency to explode. This is the body of the Dragon King of the Golden Master.

Fang Han tried hard to show his environment in the fate of the ball, but it was all destroyed by the strong dragon majesty.

"A good and powerful dragon emperor, if I can really slaughter, I must plunder the body! But I can't turn my face with Hongqilou..." Fang Han is now calculating.

"It's getting stronger and stronger. Just in front! It's a deserted old city."

"The ruined ancient city is a city that was left by a former Tianjun. After countless billions of changes, all the power has disappeared."

Suddenly, look for the dragon needle straight.

In front of Fang Han, there was a huge and ridiculous ancient city. There were ruins everywhere. I don’t know how many billions of miles. The ancient city was eroded by the wind and sand, but I can still feel the long years. The glory of heaven, the shock of the ages, and the inability to be ruined are hidden in it.

This is the city built by the ancient Tianjun, left behind.

The Supreme Lord’s body is stiff, staying in the air, waving his hand. “There is a hidden atmosphere. This ancient city is called the ridiculous city. I don’t know how many years, there are countless mysteries. I know that the old dragon. I will hide in it, because for hundreds of millions of years, I don’t know how many Taikoo can come. Some of them are buried in it, some have got some treasures, and now they are really ridiculous, but there are also treasures in the legend. ""

"Hey! Where is it so easy, a million years ago, many of them have surpassed the existence of Jinxian to search for it, and nothing has been gained. Later, it was really ruined."

"This... Isn't this the ruins of the ancient city contained in the artifact?"

Fang Han observed all the things in this ancient city. Suddenly, his heart was excited and spurred the "Zhou Tianyi" in Baozhong for thirty-three days. Suddenly, this "Zhou Tianyi" flashed out and appeared again in the innocent desert. In the depths of the ruins of an ancient city, the fragments of the artifacts of one person are quietly suspended.

It is this city.

This is the desert.

"Fang Han, it’s really hard to get rid of the iron shoes." He screamed, "Building artifacts, so big pieces of artifacts."

"Don't be excited... The artifacts of the artifacts are deep in the ancient city. Haven't you heard of it? Many big people searched and found no treasures." Fang Han calmed down the excitement.

It is indeed too tempting to make a piece of artifacts that are too high. If you can get it, the benefits are unimaginable. After refining and refining, he is now able to kill Jinxian with his hands.

"Everyone noticed! The old dragon is hidden in this ridiculous city. We are now hiding in it. When we find the old dragon, we immediately arrange the dragon squad and sacrifice the slashing dragon knives to give him a fatal one. Hit." The body of the lord is taut, as if the beast is catching the prey, and the breath of the body is hidden.

Oh...

Thirteen people flew into the ridiculous city.

The speed of Fang Han is the most silent, like the son of the void, even if it is a savior and so on, not a combination of breath, can not tell his whereabouts.

Everyone was shocked in my heart, and my heart was shocked.

Fang Han is careful to use Zhou Tianyi to calculate the whereabouts of the fragments of the artifacts. Sure enough, in Zhouyiyi, the fragments of the artifacts of one person are becoming more and more clear, and the fragments of the artifacts seem to have been carved into a person. Lifelike, but the face is not clear, is a woman. The clothes are fluttering, and when the wind walks, it seems to be suffering from the sorrow of the universe, how difficult it is.

"Use the fragments of the artifacts to create a woman? This is the means of Heaven!"

For the creation of artifacts, even Tianjun can not refine, only the legendary King of the King can forge success. However, it does not prevent Tianjun from getting the fragments of the artifacts and subtly shaping them.

The people shuttled through the ridiculous city and entered the city. It seemed to enter a labyrinth. There were broken columns, rubble piles, broken temples, and even some ancient statues with incompleteness.

However, they have lost their power. There is no rule, that is, the material is relatively strong, but it is gradually being weathered.

Occasionally, among the broken columns, there are weathered bones, most of which are half-step golden fairy power, but even a trace of the Da Luo Fa can not find out, the essence is also dissipated in the air.

"Strange? The smell of the old dragon, how did it get weaker? It seems to be leaving this ancient city?"

The dragon-seeking needle in the hands of the defenders suddenly became smaller.

"chase!"

The speed of everyone is speeding up again.

"It’s in front!" The speed of the dragon's needle changed again and violently fluctuated.

When the crowd descended to reach a temple full of thousands of miles, suddenly the dragon needle was found and exploded. It seems to have reached the limit that can be tolerated.

At this time, everyone saw it. In the depths of the temple, underneath a tall and broken statue, stood a man in white clothes. This man, between the middle age and the young, showed a refined body. The temperament, his appearance, very handsome, but in the eyebrows, there is a vicissitude of breath, a hand touched on the broken idol, it seems that the literati are making poetry.

"You have been tracking me for so long, it is really hard."

This white man, facing the side of Fang Han and others, has long waited for these people's expressions for a long time, everything is well-founded.

Fang Han’s heart suddenly rose up and felt a bad feeling.

The twelve master Jinxian of Hongweilou also stayed, and they seemed to feel the atmosphere was wrong.

"Whenever you are, no matter what, you must have a stepping down today." The Supreme Master first took a step: "We have a glory, and we have already taken over the mission of heaven. Today, so many people are killing you, you can’t escape the French Open. Don't deliberately arrange the next suspicion, and the outside is strong. You are also a golden fairy. Can you still go to heaven today?"

“Hongwei Building?”

The white-skinned man shook his head: "I can move twelve golden celestials at a time. The method is indeed tyrannical, huh? Is there still a half-step golden scent? This kind of small ant's general goods, also touched to chase me? Is it look down? What about my esteemed world?" His gaze was scanned one by one, and finally he stared at the body of Fang Han, and he wore it up and down to see the repair of Fang Han.

The difference between the half-step Jinxian and Jinxian does not need to be said. The white-skinned men see this and other goods to chase themselves. It is indeed a dumb smile.

"The dragons that died in my hands, there are not 10,000 and eight thousand. I have to look at it. What skills do you have, and dare to wait for us here so arrogantly." Fang Han stepped forward, in fact his wing of freedom. The brewing reached the maximum degree of mana shock, as soon as it was not good, immediately fled.

With intuition, he feels that today's situation is really not good.

"Well, I will let you see. I want to refine a magic weapon. I am missing the soul of Jin Xian. You have sent twelve of them. It really makes me happy."

Bang!

This white sleek man shot.