Eternal Life

Chapter 1291: Blood Festival Emperor (2)

Chapter 1291 Blood Festival Emperor (2)

"Dragon civilization, promote again!"

At this moment, Fang Han finally understood the power of the Eight Buddhism. This piece of treasure is worthy of being the first instrument of the dragon. It is definitely not the ordinary baby. In the conciseness of the later, this magic weapon will show its magical side.

Up to now, the eight Buddhism has absorbed all the blood, vitality and laws of the six to the Emperor.

Huajia Wu Lao and Liehuang.

What are the mighties of the five great emperors? Power can almost directly force anyone to explode, but unfortunately the Eighth Buddhism is still accommodated. When Fang Han poured into it with great power, he could see that the material structure in this floating sect began to change and changed into a structure similar to the crystal **** country.

However, the crystal **** country is a very tiny dragon and dragon crystal dragon.

Some are similar to the barbarian savage, but the breath is pure. Fang Han knows that this is a symbol of the evolution of the Eight Buddhism and the proximity of Wang Pinxian.

He then worked harder, opened his mouth, and changed his phantoms. He moved to the sky step by step. Immediately, the virtual shadows of the treasure world appeared, and more treasures were drawn.

The five old Chinese are now very weak, and even the power of cursing is gone.

Especially Hua Wenchang, he is even more miserable. The magic weapon, the medicinal herbs, the materials, the various beasts, the resources, and even the Taoist books of the body are directly dragonized, and then the eight flames are on a strong flame. Melting out the impurities, leaving the purest, cleanest aura, blended into it.

"My magic weapon! My ninety-nine emperor's flag! My cornucopia..... ah! That is my most precious one gourd king product Xiandan, and my alchemy furnace, beast! Fengyuan, you this Animals, Yuhuang, you are also a beast, you will not die, I will not let you go, you will kill me if you have the ability, I will reincarnate, re-cultivate, and in the future must become a heavenly king! Let you not be good dead!"

Hua Wenchang looked at the body, and the pieces of the treasures flew up. They were melted by the eight floating sects and turned into vitality. The heart was so painful.

A powerful set of magic weapon, is the pinnacle of the best fairy, close to Wang Pinxian, a total of nine hundred and eighty-one, each of which is embroidered with an emperor king, this is his ninety-nine The Emperor’s flag has the power to invincible and devour the void.

It is a pity that in the case of the Eight Buddhism, it was swallowed up.

Also, there is a cornucopia in which a powerful treasure is shining, and many magic weapons are ups and downs in it, but unfortunately it has also been melted.

In addition, among the other people of Huajia Wu Lao, Hua Wenbin, etc., the magic weapon also flew out.

This five-year-old family, everyone has been operating for many years, mastering the power of the feather door, plundering everywhere, everyone is a treasure house in the body, and now all of them are smashed out, smashed by Fang Han, all melted, eliminating impurities, making The eight basques have been greatly strengthened.

Moreover, they have a lot of spirituality.

Fang Han from Hua Wenchang's body, he has found more than 300 "Wang Jie Ling", and some vitality of the Holy Spirit. The five old people gathered together, and there were 840 pieces of "Wangjie Lingmai" on their bodies. The vitality of the Holy Spirit was also condensed into a group, which was directly swallowed into the abdomen by Fang Han and integrated into the heavenly sanctuary.

On the top of the eight floating sects, the dragon gas was spurred again. These dragons, the strips were solid and condensed into a space similar to the dragon world.

"The small dragons have formed a cohesive bond." Fang Xixin’s heart was happy, and it was seen that the condensed space of the dragon world also had the mountains, the dragons, and the strong dragons. This is another major breakthrough in the beginning of the Eight Treasury.

The five old Chinese are getting weaker.

At the end of the day, two or three hours passed. When the space was shaken, the five old Chinese family fell from the sky. Everyone had a chicken skin and the strength was so weak that it was difficult for the flying to fly.

"They are now being sent back to the immortal primary fairy, and it is still the original fairy!" Killing the emperor's heart.

"All the rules are plundered. It becomes a waste, a royal, standing at the peak of the immortal, and now it has become the most low-lying, most despicable, most wasteful fairy."

The four emperors are shocked and can't beat themselves.

"Wind, Yu Huang, you are so embarrassed."

Hua Wenchang fell to the ground and looked at his withered hands. He lost all his confidence in an instant, only his incomparable eyes.

"When you collude with the outside door and murder me, you should think of the end of today. But I won't kill you." Yu Huangdao: "I will imprison you, and then let you see with your own eyes, how do I clean the feathers?" At the same time, let you take a look at how I let the Yuhuamen revitalize. Without your Chinese family, my feathering door will truly flourish and behave."

With a big sleeve, the Emperor Huang rolled up the five old Chinese, and with the totem of the can, disappeared without a trace, leaving a series of voices: "Teacher, you have integrated all the rules of the five old Chinese. Among the eight floating sects, now your strength is enough to suppress the four great emperors. I will leave, kill the barbarians and consolidate the totem pots! I hope that you will succeed in making the eight floats into a kingpiece."

"The brothers will go with confidence!"

Fang Han nodded, in the body, trying to digest the strength of the five great emperors.

Oh.

At the moment when "Yuhuang" left, a token fell out, engraved with a pattern of crane dance sky, feathered into a snowy snow, landing in the sky, the crane in the heavy snow, rising to the sky.

"This is the token of the Yuhuamen. I am not here. You can act for me and press on everyone. With your strength, you can do this."

"no problem."

Fang Han took the token up and looked at the four emperors.

"The dark emperor, the emperor, the emperor, the emperor, now it's your turn. I feel that you have a lot of magic weapons, medicinal herbs, materials, and your own tyrannical power, which is integrated into my eight floats. The pagoda will be completed and reach the point of Wang Pinxian. Are you dedicated to yourself or suffering, let me come to Song to go on the road?"

The sound of the yin test sounded, and Fang Han seemed to be a **** of death who dominated Hell, playing the note of death.

"Don't kill me! I am a heavenly man!" The Dark Emperor was frightened, watching the strength of Fang Han's growing strength, and there was a horror in his heart.

Although the current eight-headed battalion, although not promoted to Wang Pinxian, but in terms of mana, it has far exceeded him. Not to mention the fact that Fang Han has a Zen Emperor, a ghost and a holy figure, and his own strength.

He is also unable to move now. The whole person presents a "big character", which is stuck in the air, and the seal is dead and can only be slaughtered.

"I know the night, the treasure of the emperor Tianjun, I tell you all now, really don't kill me! You are not good to kill me, but you have to bear the anger of heaven. If you don't kill me, I can do it after that. Become your slave, what you want, you can get what."

The dark emperor was terrified.

"The treasure of the night Emperor Tianjun? It is very tempting, but killing you, there is really no consequence." Fang Xiaoxiao repeatedly, while adjusting the vitality of the body, said: "This time, the emperor I will definitely not say anything more, because it is a loss, and you, the little pawn, will die when you die. I think, after a long time, Tian Ting will send a message saying that you and the Emperor will fight against the barbarian army. Go deep into the wild, die directly and die. Get the glory of supreme."

"what?"

The faces of the four emperors have changed. They know that this matter is almost the same as that of Fang Han. Heaven will definitely announce this.

"As for your secrets? Various treasures? I don't need them, and what night treasures, you know the secrets, why not take them out? It must be dangerous inside. Of course, I killed you and got your memories, just like Can you know any situation, what is the use of your slaves? The tree is big, and you will rebel at any time."

Fang Han suddenly flew up and jumped, and the five fingers were like a hook, directly scratching the head of the dark emperor.

The Dark Emperor screamed, the body in the shape of a large character, trembled in the air, and his face was as painful as he was experiencing the suffering of the 18th floor of Hell.

The black gas of a stock has been directly smashed out of his body, and all of them have been infused into the eight floating sects. Fang Han no expression, from the dark emperor's body, to seize the baby, a "half king product" contains immortal The pagoda of the law, the dark tower was disintegrated, turned into nine dark dragons, integrated into it.

Hundreds of thousands of night emperors have also turned into dark dragons.

One piece of dark armor on the dark emperor also flew up at the same time, and the inch was disintegrated into the eight floating sects. Finally, the whole body was **, and the magic weapon of one piece kept flying, and the people were blind.

He is the master of the Dark Emperor's House in the heavens. He holds the power and is bigger than the rights of the five old Chinese. The magic weapon of his body is naturally better than that of Hua Wenchang. There are many medicinal herbs, and the vitality is more abundant. Turning this person is equivalent to getting a treasure house.

To the Emperor of the Immortal, this is the peak of the immortal of this heaven, each of them are sturdy, arrogant and earthly, the existence of the world, the treasures of materials, and horrible.

Fang Han is getting more and more excited now.

It’s okay! Countless materials flew out, and his heart was already ecstatic and had some numbness.

"A lot of spiritual veins! Wang Jie Lingmai, my heaven, the dark emperor is really rich, is this the upper layer to the immortal?" The dark emperor's body flew out more than 800 king-level spiritual veins, remembering that he was a golden fairy. At that time, in order to kill and kill a king-level spirit, now there are hundreds of others.

Of course, Jinxian and Zhixian are four different levels apart. One heaven and one underground are like the wealthy owners of the country and the wealthy of a rich enemy.