Eternal Life

Chapter 603: The tree is falling down (2)

Chapter 603, the tree collapses (2)

At this moment, Fang Han is at the bottom of the earth, looking for a person's pen.

He didn't know at all that this time he had caused a lot of trouble outside.

However, with his wisdom, he naturally guessed it.

Killing a deputy head in the feathering gate, killing hundreds of disciples inserted by Hua Tiandu, kicking the killing, and even challenging the elders, this is equal to the big rebellion, the elders of the eaves are held The meeting must be punished for itself, and even deprive yourself of Huang Quantu.

However, these things, Fang Han does not care. It’s a big deal to turn the feather door out. If the feather gate is not suitable for this, and there is no good nostalgia for the help of Hua Tiandu, anyway, he has never received some of the benefits of the feather gate to the Yuhuamen, far more than what he has obtained.

Of course, he still believes in Feng Baiyu. This person means the heavens. Even the Protoss said that he is a key figure and certainly will not give up easily.

However, these things have caused them to toss. Strengthening your strength is the key.

The world of Xuanhuang, like the vast world, has deep soil and deep water. In the depths of the earth, it contains more landforms than the vast world, and it does not know how many layers.

Fang Han light car familiar road, almost instantaneously, came to the place where the last emperor pen and hate the gods.

This place is fierce underground magma, rushing like a tide, is the best choice for cultivation of fire system, Fang Bing's red Emperor's fire is automatically absorbed, thousands of miles of flame power, all poured into it. The hot flame, the other side of the cold can not cause a little threat.

It’s empty and there’s nothing left.

Fang Han did not find any trace of anyone's pen.

"Fang Han, the Emperor's pen is not here, how do we find it? It has no way to go without a trace. In a twinkling of an eye, we can cross the infinite world. It is impossible for us to catch up with this existence." The bottom of the field, sighing.

"Don't worry, let me use the little fate to explore, maybe you can find out what is going on."

In the cold and quiet way, he retired for sixty years in Huangquantu, and he cultivated it more and more profoundly. Although he could not understand the mystery of the space law, he became a myth and reached the "dongtian", but he was quietly enlightened and able to In the midst of it, it is like a god.

He was also thoroughly acquainted with him, and he could play a variety of things.

At the moment, in the rolling magma, Fang Hanxin moved, sitting cross-legged, finger movement, the rune of the small fate, flying out of his head, there are countless brilliance flashing, it seems to be calculating, calculating What is calculus, it seems to be inductive, and it is being investigated.

Looking at Fang Han’s exhibition, I can’t help.

Although he is powerful, he has also restored his strength. Now he has a full force of three billion horses and is also proficient in all kinds of cultivation techniques. Even if he is a big reincarnation, he knows a little about it, but he can see it, but for Little fate, but there is no comprehension ability. Even if Fang Han told him that the syllabus of the fate of the fate was confined, he could not understand it. He did not know why.

Not only him, but even many of the eight floating sects, they can't understand the sacred syllabus, and even the syllables that Fang Qingxue sang can't remember.

This seems to be the magical power of the small fate, specially designed for Fang Han and Fang Qingxue. Except for these two people, no one can understand. It is so amazing.

This phenomenon, even Fang Han himself can not explain.

The rune of the little fate is completely free from the erosion of space and even the power of time. It rotates in the magma of the earth and infiltrates. Various images appear in front of Fang Han’s eyes, as if they are in the fog. Looking at the flowers in general, it seems to be playing a shadow play. Fang Han’s mind was jumping, and suddenly felt it, the depth of the underground flame lava, a twisted parallel space, there is a slight mana fluctuation.

Among the underground lava, there are some deeper places. Because of the constant flames, the burning does not know how many millions of years, the accumulated anger, the space is burned and melted, there is extremely dangerous, the space is extremely distorted, leading to The mysterious region, the master of the undead body, enters it, and there is only one word, dead.

Feeling the slight fluctuation of mana, Fang Han hands down, the vast mana rushed down, suddenly went deep into the twisted space, grabbed a trace of white and long hair.

This white and long hair, full of three thousand feet, is extremely delicate, shiny and transparent, and there is a horrible force inside. Fang Han holds his hair and wraps it at his fingertips. He feels it. The flesh and blood are somewhat cut off.

"The power of horror, who is this person's hair?"

He also saw it, trying to think about it, but there was no clue.

"This hair is really horrible. People who have such horrible hair are afraid to be much more powerful than the wind white feathers. I even feel the hair in this hair, which contains the power of terrible space and the power of time. There is even the power of the world.” Fang Han touched the hair, and the thoughts penetrated into it. He found that there was a huge space in the hair, which was almost larger than the space of the Eight Buddhism, and that space was not Empty, there are mountains and water, flowers and grass, it seems to be a hole in the world, a world of **.

This made the party chilly and extremely shocking.

Who is it, so powerful, has cultivated a miniature world in his hair.

This has already exceeded the imagination of Fang Han, especially in the miniature world of the hair, and even some light balls, like the sun, the moon and the stars, running endlessly, the only shortcoming is that there is no life in the world of hair.

"This hair is an excellent material. I can even use the refining technique in the secret of the dragon to make this hair into a medium-sized device, and the dragon whip." Fang Han sighed and used the mind again. Explore in the hair and explore the mysteries of this miniature world, "Well?"

What he suddenly discovered, in this miniature world, there are still many bodies. In the mud of this miniature world, it seems to be integrated with the whole world. He just did not find it. Now, when I look at it, I suddenly find it. The clue.

The bodies in the mud, all tall and full of bones, are actually Protoss fighters! And there are also masters of the Shen Jun level. Even Fang Han still saw the master of the king level.

Among a hair, there is a small world, a small world, the body of a Protoss warrior, it can be clearly seen that these Protoss warriors, originally in this hair, parasitic existence. It is like the parasitic demons among the eight floating sects.

These Protoss warriors, also in the world of hair, keep praying and add strength to the owner of the hair.

However, this hair was cut off by tremendous power, and the Protoss inside the warrior was all killed and killed by the power.

"Terror, horror, it is terrible. Among a hair, there are tens of thousands of Protoss fighters, eight gods, three gods. What kind of protoss can be parasitized by the head of the hair? God, God? ”

Trembling, with his current cultivation, seeing this scene, can not help but the cold, such a horrible thing, he thinks about it.

"It is indeed awesome, but the bodies of these Protoss fighters are quite beneficial. I can just refine them into gods and use them when I cultivate my own power."

Fang Han waved his hand, and all the Protoss bodies in this hair entered the tree of the world. The ordinary Protoss soldiers were transformed into the power of God, integrated into their bodies, and stored. The bodies of the eight gods were turned into eight gods, and the bodies of the three gods were turned into three true **** seeds.

"I dare to conclude that this hair is broken by the people. The protoss inside the warrior is also the death of the Emperor. These protoss warriors, all the ingenuity of the body, are directly obliterated, a life and death. The wound on this hair is indeed the breath of the human pen."

Stroking the break of this hair, Fang Han was aware of the slightest sense of the edge of the life and death of all beings, extremely fierce, correct, for the example of sentient beings, straightforward books.

This is the unique atmosphere of the Emperor's pen. Any magic weapon, no power can learn.

"It is certain that the Emperor's pen is suppressing a terrible existence, and between the fights, the other's hair is cut off. But fortunately, I caught the clues, with the hair and the breath of the man, I You can cast some tracking secrets to find their existence."

Fang Han thought about it and looked for some of the magical powers in the "small fate". It was discovered that one of the thirty-three supreme gods that was swallowed up was called "the ancient shadow-shaped method", which is based on the breath, looking for the enemy's supreme means, but an ancient magical power.

"There is a big tracking technique in Sanqian Avenue. Unfortunately, it is not impossible. You can only use this ancient shadow method, and hope to find someone."

Fang Han sighed with a sigh of relief, and the rune of the little fate of life was rotated. The "Ancient Shadow Method" flew out and turned into an ancient shadow. The shadow nose was very long, sniffing, and then the body. A shock, drilled into the ground.

This "Ancient Shadow Method" is a secret method that uses a secret method to condense a shadow. This shadow has no fighting power, nor is it an entity, but it is best at tracking. It is a secret of the ancients. It can be tracked in a shuttle space, although it is not as good as the legend. In the middle, the ancient three thousand avenues can track the infinite world. But it is also very magical, surpassing some of the magical tracks in the magic.

"Well, following this ancient shadow, I will be able to find more clues. Looking for the Emperor's pen, all the problems are solved."

Fang Han followed the ancient shadow, drilled down, and the lava scattered, reaching the depth of the ground.

Innumerable space, it seems that the wormhole is generally distorted. Suddenly, the shadow has penetrated into a huge wormhole. This wormhole seems to lead to another inexplicable space, which does not seem to belong to Xuanhuangda. The world is over.