Eternal Life

Chapter 1169: Hua Tianjun statue

Chapter 1169 The Statue of Hua Tianjun

The emperor of the night emperor Xiang Yizhen, Yan Jia Shaozhu Yan Yangui, the bare-handed Tian Zun Gu Changfeng, the three who had been promoted to the ancestors, became the real "noble" of the heavens, and the son of the feather gate, should be grand, When sketching the grandeur of the great work. I have encountered a good start.

Destroyed by Fang Han, he was kneeling in front of the temple and accepted the guidance of many disciples.

These shameful humiliations shrouded the hearts of the three people, and the three could not lift their heads.

But now they can't even commit suicide.

Fang Han’s mana completely banned and sealed them. They can only keep their knees and their activities. Besides, no mana can be used. Of course, they can’t get up.

Fang Han is deliberately humiliating the three people, letting them have activities in their hearts, being able to speak, and being able to feel the shame of those disciples pointing at the crowd.

"The three of them all fell, and the wind is really saying it."

"The three people have just been promoted to the Son of God, and they have encountered this slap in the face. I know this before, why should I take my own insults? To stop the wind here, the result is not as good as death. Unfortunately, there is no regret in this world."

"It seems that in the future, we will also have a lot of friendships and good relations with him."

"I am afraid that it is the cultivation of others, and we cannot see us."

"That's a side blow, and it's not bad to see the clouds. It seems that the imaginary cloud is already a windy person. Can she not blow a pillow?"

"This is a good idea." Fang Han took the lead and really established an invincible image among the martial art. No one dared to provoke him. Even many people wanted to tie him up and pull him up. Get his shelter.

"Let's go, brother, let's go in and meet a few guardians. Then give you the identity of the Son. After you give the sacred image of the ancestor Hua Tianjun, you can become a saint." Chen Yimei is too elder to be an elder. It is not surprising to know the strength of Fang Han, and to greet Fang Han.

"Good." Fang Han nodded and walked into the depths of the temple, disappearing into the eyes of everyone.

"Wind, you let them kneel for three days and three nights, but there are so many masters of feathering on the road, and the Son is not in a minority. Some of the Sons are strong, so if you encounter a few things It’s not a good thing to save the three people in order to buy people’s hearts."

The virtual cloud also followed Fang Han into the temple, but she was thoughtful and good at management, and she thought a lot of things in an instant.

"My seal, no one can play, unless it is a fairy higher than me, but also bear my anger and counterattack." Fang Han waved his hand, "This does not have to worry, the seal is closely related to me, If someone really wants to unravel these seals, I immediately sense that they can be killed in a distant state."

The master of the Jinxian level cannot be killed across distant time and space. If there is a distance between a large state, it is impossible to attack.

You know, Jinxian wants to cross a big state and it takes decades to fly.

Zu Xian can not be killed across a large state.

Only Yuan Xian, who understands the Tao of the Yuan, can base a special origin to carry out long-range killing. Fang Han does not know how far he has reached, but if he uses the magic of thirty-three days, he will fall. It is really possible to carry out long-distance killing across distant time and space.

Although Fang Han did not reach the realm of Yuan Xian, the general Yuan Xian is really unable to help him.

"Teacher, I hope that you will become a saint, to the immortal, even the heavenly king. In the future, my feathering door will rise." Dao Xu Shengzi sincerely said.

"I don't have such a big wild vision, I just want to protect myself and protect the people around me from harm." Fang Han said lightly: "Unfortunately, such hopes can't be done without powerful power. People like Xiang Yizhen Be ambitious, establish a unique true religion, all people must surrender, and those who do not surrender will change into slaves. This kind of ambition, you will not provoke him, he must come to kill you. There are too many people like Heaven. Too much."

"The younger brother does not sigh any more. The front is the place to be promoted to the Son. You see, several ancestors are waiting for you. They also saw your performance in front of the temple."

Chen Yimei is too elder.

"Is it?" Fang Han looked at the past and found out that in the depths of the temple, in front of a tall statue, three old men stood.

The breath of these three old men is attributed to one point. There is no law to be seen. It is almost the same as the metaphysical point of the universe. If you move at random, you can completely disappear.

This is the Yuanxian.

Fang Han’s heart is a glimpse. Yuan Xian, who is one level higher than Zuxian, although he saw the saint of Nangong sad, but there is chaos of Tianjun support, he is not at all stunned, but now in the feather gate, chaos Tianjun will certainly not come out.

However, he is not very jealous. With his current cultivation, Yuan Xian can't see through his movements and form.

"Wind, come over."

The three old men saw that Fang Han came over and made a sound.

"See the three ancestors." Fang Hanxing etiquette. For the three, he still kept enough etiquette.

"Well, very good, the realm of the ancestors. You can become a saint." An old man said: "The three of us have just seen what you have done at the entrance to the temple, Gu Changfeng, Yan Xi, and Yan Xi. Do you know why we don't stop you from taking the shot?"

"Because this can kill their anger, it is beneficial and harmless." Fang Han put his body straight and straight, "The three people, if it is this temperament, will definitely conflict with other sects after going out, dying. Can hone It’s also a good thing to be them."

"Their temper is indeed no one, but the wind, your temper is the same. You know?"

Another old man said.

"I?" Fang Han smiled. "Actually, you just asked me why I didn't stop me from taking the shot. I answered a reason. There is another reason. The three elders don't know if they want to listen or don't want to hear?"

"what reason?"

Another old man’s eyes flashed with a strange luster, and he wanted to hear what Fang Han wanted to say.

"Because, even if you stop me, it is useless. The three will still kneel down!" Fang Hanyu said amazingly, "I have nothing to do, no one can stop!"

Hit it in one word.

The audience was shocked and arrogant, this is completely arrogant. In the face of the three major immortals, Fang Han is not weak at all, the atmosphere is strong, and the **** for tat, showing the peerless iron.

"good very good."

After listening to the words of Fang Han, the three old men were silent. After a long silence, they looked at each other and looked at each other: "I don't want to be the person who passed on the bones. It seems that the core essence of the bone holy is also passed to you. ”

"Yes, Bone St., when I was dying, passed everything to me." Fang Handao.

"There is a chance, it is a good thing, the Seven Devils in the Magic Road, the first of the Cangsheng, has actually been cultivated to the Immortal. It can be called the Chonghuang. Other bones, the corpse, are powerful, and should have died. But now, the only living person among the Seven Devils, there is a blood saint, a woman, called Nangong Gel Cream, you will come across this person in the future, but be careful." An old man said.

"Nangong condensate cream? Blood sacred? is the person of the Nangong family." Dao Xushengzi face changed.

"No, she is just called Nangong. She is flying up from the lower bound." An old man said: "It is the last of the Seven Devils."

"Namong Cream! This is not..."

Fang Han suddenly remembered, in the secular, chaotic Tianjun has a female disciple, called the blood-stained witch, Nangong condensation cream, is the founder of the Shadow of the Magic, has risen in ancient times.

Unexpectedly, after flying, it became a blood sanctuary.

The "Cangsheng", one of the Seven Devils of the Magic Road, also rose in the secular. He also left the Magic Mountain in the Xuanhuang World. Later, the Emperor should enter the Cangshan Mountain and disappear. Obviously it was also involved in the heavens.

This series of things, in the calculation of Fang Han, have been linked, so that he has a taste of the Qiankun, the temple counts thousands of miles.

"Okay, Fengyuan. You gave us the founder of Yuhuamen. After Huatianjun Shangxiang, it officially became the son of my feathering gate. If it can stand out among many saints in the future, then there is hope for election. Be the deputy head of my feathering gate, with a high weight and a place in the heavens."

An old man took out the three musk.

This three musk aroma is a rare Tianyun Luoxiang powder.

Fang Han noticed the huge idols that stood tall behind the three old men.

This statue, the whole body does not know what is forged, it seems to be directly carved into the original shape of the ancient **** mountain. Fang Han looked up, and the statue of the **** of heaven was fluttering, and it turned out to be the trace of the magical work of the great work.

The traces of the carvings, with the taste of ancient artifacts.

Fang Han was shocked. The artifacts he knew were two pieces so far. The first one is thirty-three days. Another one is the nameless axe of the ancestor of the Protoss, who broke the tree of the world.

For thirty-three days, there is no function of carving, so the only thing is the nameless axe. This statue is actually carved out of the nameless axe.

"What is going on?" Fang Han tried to look up at the statue, but the statue went deep into the nine, and he could not see the face.

The founder of this door, Hua Tianjun, has always shrouded in the mystery of boundlessness.

I don't know how, when Fang Han gave Hua Tianjun a scent, Zhou Tianyi, the shadow of Hua Tiandu came out.

The statue of Hua Tianjun, the breath of the clouds, can not see the face, the traces of the nameless axe carved by the artifacts can cover everything.

"The ancestor of the Holy King, the nameless axe, the statue of Hua Tianjun, Hua Tiandu... Among them, what are some clues in the end?" In Fang Han’s mind, it seems that there are some clues.