Eternal Life

Chapter 1292: Hand-made refining Wang Pinxian

Chapter 1292 Hand-made refining Wang Pinxian

The "dark emperor", the descendant of this emperor Tianjun, was plundered by Fang Hanru thoroughly, and refining into the Eight Buddhism.

Fang Han’s current strength is enough to refine this master.

Of course, this "dark emperor" is only a heritage. After the death, the strong man of the dark emperor will once again calculate the position of a realm of the emperor to inherit the position of "dark emperor".

Since the opening of the Dark Emperor's House, it has gone through hundreds of millions of years, of which several generations of dark emperors have died. Now this "dark emperor" is the fifth generation.

So there is nothing to kill.

However, the huge law of the Dark Emperor is much more ambitious than Hua Wenchang. Before Fang Han struggled to refine and refine, the black light was actually on the top of the Eight Buddhism, which became a round of dark days. Rotating, shooting a dark flame, burning everything, and even the flames of the Emperor have a complementary function.

The Dark Emperor made a scream of sternness, and all the spirits and magic weapons were scraped out by Fang Han. Finally, his curse of heartbreaking: "Kid, you must not die!"

After the curse, the whole sound came to an abrupt end.

Completely dead.

"Hey, I just cursed that I can't die, you really can't die, this is the worldly newspaper." Fang Han spurted out, and the dark black day of the dark emperor was included in the eight In the floating squad, the body has grown by three inches, and the muscle crystals of the whole body are bulging, giving off a delicate luster.

At this time, everyone feels that he is full of devastating power. A punch can destroy the alienation space and the world of the billions of rivers in the Ganges, and even break the future and break the road of the future.

This is the power of the eight floats to be promoted again.

"Kill the emperor, the emperor, the emperor, I will send you three people on the road." After refining the dark emperor, Fang Han said to the three emperors who showed the "big" words in the air.

The three emperors, the eyes filled with deep fear, the throat creaked and could not speak.

"Don't! You can't kill me." The Emperor stunned for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth and said: "You can't kill me. I have sinned against the Emperor Chen Zhenghua. I immediately caught him. Come, let you marry him every day."

"This reason, I still want to avoid death? It is a joke." Fang Hanyi palm printed on the chest of the emperor, immediately the whole heart began to shrink, concentrated into a group of heart-like things, constantly crawling, every A creeping movement is almost close to the frequency of the heavens and the earth. Fang Han has been arrested in succession. There are countless magic weapons, spiritual veins, and flying out. All of them have been disintegrated by the Eight-part Floating Bud. Some magic weapons are actually suitable for the wings of freedom and legends. The material rule of the stick, he is also unceremonious, all refining, swallowing, the vitality of the body, the mana is getting more and more accumulated, it seems that anytime, anywhere, there must be a kind of transformation.

"Yan Huang, you don't have to distinguish it. Today, even if your tongue is lotus, you can't save your destiny."

Fang Han was in the refining of the heart of the Emperor, and he grabbed the Emperor.

The curse of the Yan Emperor: "The kid, the karma, the cycle is not good. How do you refine me today? One day, you will be refining like this, I am underground, waiting for the day you die, not doing ghosts. Will let you go."

"Yan Huang, you are the immortal, but also to say such naive words, everyone is a fairy, but also say that ghosts are not ghosts, you are refining, not to mention ghosts, even if the soul is not, the soul is branded, All the memories are integrated into my body, and it is impossible to enter the Eight Buddhism. It is impossible to reincarnate." Fang Han shook his head and sighed, and he also shot him on his body.

Immediately, Yan Huang felt the boundless pain, heartbreaking, screaming and killing pigs.

The killing of the emperor is a shock.

This emperor is the strongman who killed the princes of Tianjun. He killed countless people in his life. He did not know how many people refining and practicing. He never had any fear. But now, seeing a revered emperor is refining, and he himself He could not escape the fate of being destroyed, he could not help but fear.

"Don't kill me, I have more value than them. I can assassinate anyone for you, and I can pull the line for killing you, killing Tianjun. Now I am concentrating on cultivating the son of killing, and I am practicing at the retreat. When the door is reaching the key, since your back is a chaotic day, I can help you to get into the kingdom of killing the heavenly king. You can count on a heavenly king. The practice of killing Tianjun reaches the most critical time. , protection is the lowest moment of all eras!"

The killing king suddenly smashed.

"What? Is there such a thing?" Fang Hanzheng: "What is it, you say it. I can not kill you, but also take you to see the chaos."

"This is the case. The lower bound has recently risen up to a strange young man. It is the son of the killing. In the rumor of physique, he is the reincarnation of an important piece left in the ancient times, killing the world. Now killing Tianjun is obsessed with the solitude of Tianzhu, all the wills are condensing, there is no time to pay attention to the outside. So this time is his most vulnerable time."

Kill the emperor and talk.

"Oh? This way, I will tell the chaotic Tianjun truthfully. You know too much. This is not a good thing. I will end you and let you rest in peace."

Fang Hanxiong screamed and spit out a shrine, sweeping over the body of the emperor.

Immediately, the essence of the law that killed the emperor's body was also sucked away. He seemed to be screamed by the bones. "I have said this important secret. You still kill me. Are you afraid of retribution?"

"I have already learned the great cause and effect, and I am the **** of retribution." Fang Han haha ??smiled and continued refining.

Between refining and refining, his body is getting bigger and bigger, and there are darkness, heart, killing on his head.........The artistic conception, the atmosphere of the emperor's body is filled, and it seems that they all advance to the real realm of the emperor.

"Tragic! Why am I so miserable! I am not willing!"

what!

In the roar, suddenly the Emperor issued the last scream, died of death, was sucked to death by Fang Han, and the law of essence was engraved on the Eight Buddhism.

"I want to resist! Ah!" Yanhuang shouted loudly, then the sound broke halfway and died.

In the end, he killed all the power of the Emperor, and took out a word "kill!", and then stopped all breaths, martial arts, magical powers, memories, treasures, all belonged to Fang Han.

At this point, all four emperors were all refining.

This is a real melt, and there is no waste of the finest spirits. All of them are in the middle of the Eight Buddhism, and the entire eight-bucket tower is almost exploding.

Fortunately, all the time and the sky have come down to the glory, otherwise, the eight floating buds really have to explode.

"The rules of the four kings are too strong, I am not feeling well now!"

Refining the four great emperors, those savage, like a wild horse, almost all of them have to explode, at this moment, he is bathed in the ocean of the law.

Centered on his own, the circle of the imperial rule to the immortal, formed an egg-shell-shaped canopy, wrapped himself in it, there are some rules, even can not be absorbed by Fang Han, to dissipate in the air.

It is a pity that this is the kingdom of the inner core of the feather gate. There is a strong ban on the arrangement of the Heavenly King. These laws cannot be dissipated. They can only float in the air and let Fang Han forcefully absorb it.

"The treasure world is wide open, and all efforts are made!" Fang Han Yang Tian roared, unscrupulously urging the power, a king-level spirit danced, burning indiscriminately.

Hey!

Fang Han fingers moved, and there were forty-nine king-level spiritual veins flying up, burning directly, and even burning the void into a large hole, directly through the treasure world.

He pushed the huge power of the forty-nine kings' spirits in his hands and bombarded them inward.

The passage of the treasure world was completely opened, and a thick torrent of vitality flooded down again. The entire hall was completely submerged, and the change became a sea of ??treasure.

Those treasures are very thick and heavy, and a square cold is submerged in them. They are inhaled into the body and combined with the laws of the Emperor.

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Fang Handuan sits in the ocean of treasure, constantly burning the king's veins, communicating the passages of the treasure world, and extracting the treasure into the ocean, while he adjusts the time, one hour is a thousand years.

Keep on grabbing.

The non-stop cultivation, the eight floating sects are immersed in the treasure, for a thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years, constantly changing, after 10,000 years, the entire floating tower tower, intertwined with dense avenues Texture, every texture, is the sky wave, the sky mark, the sky track, the breath of the king, born spontaneously.

Fang Hanbao is solemn, sitting in the boundless treasure, the whole body is crystal clear, the innocent body is not a little filthy, gradually transformed, and later became the body of creation, another time became the body of origin, and then a few breaths, became a freedom The body, the body of the legend, the end of the body.

He kept changing, he didn't know what to express his mood, and the ghosts were hard to measure.

On that day, the body of the Zen Emperor quietly emerged from behind him. It seems that during the thousands of years, he has been greatly benefited and repaired. He almost recovered to the level of his health at the height of his life. He grabbed a hundred king-level spiritual veins from behind Fang Han, and when the air was shocked, it burned directly. The huge force once again penetrated the treasure world, and the magical mountain composed of the treasures of the seats was removed from it. One giant mountain broke into the eight buoys.

The Heavenly Zen Emperor also came to help consolidate these eight floating buds.

Finally, the eight bas-reliefs have undergone so many magical blessings. Suddenly there was a shock in the sky, and the rich king’s temperament came out. In the floating sect, countless thunders and flashing road maps seemed to have attracted robbers!

The eight Buddhism, finally to be promoted to Wang Pinxian, now the robbery is coming.