Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

"Kill!" In the ninety-five days, the sword is swayed, and a glare is dazzling. Only the thick swords are left between the heavens and the earth. It seems that an emperor is traveling, and everyone has only squatted.

This is the Tianzun treasure, the sword of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor!

In front of this emperor sword, any sword treasure has only a trembling share, which is awe of heaven.

There is no celestial celestial enthusiasm to meet, oh, Jianguang and boxing collision, stunned Yili.

After a few hundred fights, the two sides ended the confrontation of this round, and saw that there was a layer of blood on the fists of the unhappy Tianzun, such as the golden fairy.

No music, the brows are slightly wrinkled, and his current strength has fallen too much, and he was actually injured by the other weapon.

His original intention was to get to the point of fierce battle, which led to the world to intervene, so that both sides would not dare to fight again, otherwise the power of the heavens and the earth would be violent, and it would not be a step by step.

After all, they are not detached, limited by this world.

However, he did not expect that his combat power would have fallen so badly. If he continues to do so, as long as he is also a treasurer, then the two should join hands to suppress him.

"No fun, why bother?" Feng Tian said indifferently, "Since you have entered the dust of history, why should you live?"

No joy, no smile, no war, no glory, and when Tianzun is desperate, it has been refining forever for many years. He has never given up and has been obsessed with a hope that is almost impossible. .

However, he really had to wait for Ling Han.

He smacked it and pressed Tian Zun blood to Ling Han.

Ling Han suddenly snorted, only to feel that the skin is like a fire, the blood in the seven sputum.

It is necessary to know that the blood of the ancestor is a big supplement, and that Ling Han is still under the fourteen lotuses. Now this is the blood of Tian Zun, which is naturally overbearing. Fortunately, when the music is not applied to Ling Han, it has already eliminated the suffocating suffocation. Otherwise, Ling Han is now unable to bear the strength of Zhun Zun.

But the benefits are endless, Tian Zun blood, which Tian Zun will put his own blood to nourish others?

If the singer is not bleed, he will naturally not waste it. Now, waste is a waste, it is better to complete the cold.

"Ah!" Ling Han made a big noise, and Tian Zun blood entered the body and turned into a torrent of water. This power is so amazing that he only felt that the whole body had to burst and the pain was extremely painful.

But the endless heaven and earth power is transforming his body, which is similar to the virtual energy, but obviously there is no mastery of the virtual energy. He is a step-by-day esteem and possesses the unique power of Xiantian.

Rao is under such pain, Ling Han is still carefully understanding, because this is a rare opportunity.

He touched this force and laid the foundation for his future advancement in heaven.

Heaven must be enlightened, and it must be the one that must master this unique power. This is the foundation of a god, and it is always engraved on his bone marrow, representing that he will always be the person of this plane.

In which plane is enlightened, it will imprint which plane has a unique mark.

With his current strength, he is qualified to make subtle comparisons and find that the unique power of Xianyu is slightly inferior to the virtual energy.

It's just a little bit, there is almost no difference between high and low, but there is still a slight gap.

"Speaking nonsense, come to fight!" Unhappy Tianzun is like a blaze. He was suppressed for more than a dozen years. Before he escorted Ling Han, he was forced to resist, but at this moment, he was only vigorous. A heroic battle.

The celestial gods no longer speak, and a string of purple bells appear on the top of his head. There are years of circumstance of the wilderness. Look carefully, there are dragons and phoenixes on the purple bells.

Without a glimpse of the look, I couldn’t help but stand my fist and show my anger: "You have refining both Longzu and Fengzu!"

These two are the first born creatures when the heavens and the earth were first opened, and they are still the most powerful existences. They can almost represent the fairyland, but they are extracted by the goddess of love and praised his treasure.

The sacred celestial faint smile: "The deity has never been refining his own treasure, that is, waiting for this dragon ancestor to become a half-step sage, just to refine the cost of the Wanlong Tianfeng bell."

When this statement comes out, everyone is speechless.

Longzu and Fengzu are the leaders of the Jiuzhong Tianxian Wang. They are expected to take the final step. It is said that several recent eras have been retreating, and many Xianwang are full of expectations. Once these two appear, then Xianxian this The party may have two more Tianzuns.

But now?

It turns out that these two powerful kings were actually taken out by the goddess of heaven, and they became a treasure.

Too much!

Who can dare to say?

"I originally wanted to refine your will after you died, and enhance the power of Wanlong Tianfeng. But if you are stubborn, the deity will refine you directly. There is a blood culture of Tianzun, I must have The power of this treasure will be stronger!" Feng Tian Tiansen said.

Unhappy and sorrowful, full of black hair is rushing to the sky, I did not expect that Fengzun is still playing his idea, to take his bones to the treasure after he died.

However, the two great gods are all gone all out. He is weak and weak, and he is seriously injured. How does this match?

He lived in his life, what dangers and desperation had not been encountered, that is, when he was in the same place, he did not fear to meet, and finally succeeded in keeping the enemy out.

However, now he is discovering that there is really no way out.

How can this **** world power not reach the limit, let the two great gods vote for the rat, do not dare to chaos, otherwise the three only have the same share.

"It's over!" The nine-and-a-half-day statue of the sword came out, and the atmosphere of the emperor permeated.

boom!

Ling Han’s body bounced out of thin air, making a terrible roar, as if there was a drum in his body.

"Well?" Fengzang Tianzun and Nine-Five Tianzun looked at him at the same time, feeling that his state was somewhat abnormal at this time.

The half-step Tianzun is not much different from the **** in their eyes. At most, it takes a little more effort to clean up. However, Ling Han’s breath is more than half a step.

It is not the blood of the unrequited heaven, but in his body, as if something is going to be resurrected.

"Ah!" Ling Han screamed, his chest separated, and a black tower emerged.

"Derived!" In the distance, Shang Weiwei exclaimed, and burst into tears.

"Tianzun!" The **** dog did not know where to smash out and jumped up and down.

Brush, Queen, Hu Niu, Liu Yutong, etc., all the people in the Black Tower have been smashed out, including things like Star Stone, Zuwang Blood, 咻, Black Tower quickly zoomed in and became a full A nine-story tower with a sturdy, quaint atmosphere.

"Yuansheng, you are already dead, what kind of treasure can you swear?" Feng Tian said coldly.

Like their treasures, they will incorporate their own glimpses into the refining process. Now it is this god's knowledge that is in the doldrums, let the black towers inspire the power of the heavenly level.