Carefree Path of Dreams

"Today I only want Li Qingmian's life, who are you going to die with him?"

Fang Yuan plunged like a fly, and suddenly crossed the court and went to the center of the war.

"Fang Yuan, what are you going to do?"

"As a dreamer, are you going to betray us?"

"Little thief, I have seen your wolf ambitions early!"

......

Many dreamers have been drinking.

They are the great powers of the five major forces. They can live to the present. One is the amazing means. The other is the sanctuary of the saints. In the past, any one of them was the one who guarded the party. The Tianshan old mother who was the guardian of the cave was also amazed. Inside.

But at this time, they were obviously guilty, and in Fang Yuan’s opinion, it was a weak chicken.

The reason why he can still persist in the siege is that he relies on the various artifacts and reels that have been left before, plus the command of the saints in the middle, and the true sanctuary of the siege is not willing to pay the price.

"A bunch of useless things!"

His eyes slanted and strode forward.

Bang!

A reel was torn, streamed into a thunder, and fell on him, giving the sound of a loud bell.

The blue smoke rises and rises, but the opposite Tianshan old mother is staying: "I can't... my scroll, sealed the full strength of a true Yuanshi!"

"court death!"

Fang Yuan rushed forward a few steps, grabbed his left hand, and immediately grabbed the Tianshan old mother's neck and grabbed it as if he was catching a chicken.

"Ah! What are you going to do?"

The magical power was broken. At this time, the Tianshan old mother’s heart fell and screamed like a little girl.

"There are complaints and revenge, and there is revenge!"

Fang Yuan’s right hand was slightly forced, and the harsh bone cracks came.

This once-dreamer was able to force him into the monitor of the long-distance cave. At this time, the neck was twisted into a strange arc, and he could not die any more.

"escape!"

Seeing the power of the Fangyuan massacre, it seems that it is easy to kill the chickens. The rest of the dreamers are all cracked in the liver and gallbladder, and they screamed and fled.

Fang Yuan took a few more steps and suddenly intercepted four saints.

"Fang Yuan! You have to make a mistake and be wrong!"

The ancient sage stood up, fingers like the strings, igniting the surrounding vitality, forming a fascinating spiritual technique, beautiful as a dream, and turned into a colorful butterfly flying, keeping them firmly guarded.

The dreamer can also take the martial arts and spiritual skills. This sage, the hero and the hidden dragon, both reach the realm of the true spirit!

"I said it, stop me from dying!"

Fang Yuan roared and the right fist flew out: "Panggu eagle! Chaos God fist!"

Huh!

The screams of the wind, the fierce boxing style, and the strong will of the martial arts, suddenly caused the remaining saints to scream and roll out.

boom!

Just like the flames blasting, many of the bright butterfly wings swayed out of the fire, and they turned into ashes and scattered into the ground.

The ancient sage was shocked and felt the strong murder of Fang Yuan. He suddenly stopped and did not dare to continue.

"You are the descendant of the old ghosts of the year, I know that he was a big mistake?!"

Li Qingmian held the brush and stood up. He looked calm and relaxed, and asked if he was not sacred.

"I care who you are right and wrong, only know that the teacher is **** and hateful, you must not report!"

Fang Yuan slightly slightly jaws, and immediately flashed the light in the eyes, a fist printed on the saint's chest.

boom!

Even if it was a saint, there was no other magical power. At this time, it was no longer a fierce prestige. Even the dreams of power could not be compared.

The devil's holy pen suddenly screamed, his chest was hollow, and the whole person flew out.

Snapped!

When Fang Yuan came forward, he took the brush on the hand of Li Qingmian in his hand and gave it a shot.

call out!

Streaming and flying, Li Qingmian looked a stagnation, and a blood hole appeared on his forehead.

After Minhou, another saint fell!

Fang Yuan’s breath is violent, and his body is masculine and masculine. For example, in the same round of the sun, he radiates the heat of the outside, and the remaining gods are completely melted, and the big hand is swung, and the body is also collected.

Even if there are no relics, a corpse of a holy dreamer is also of great research value, even if it is deprived of the rules!

"Fang Yuan!"

The remaining dreamers are stunned, and they simply want to smash the Fang Yuan.

But when Fang Yuan looked around, all the hateful eyes disappeared instantly, and almost no one dared to look at him.

"Cough..."

The ancient sage stepped forward: "You have a grudge with Li Qing, great good! How about the rest?"

“Not how?”

Fang Yuan sighed and suddenly felt an emptiness.

This kind of mood is generally the same as that of the gods. After revenge, I found that the enemy is feeling old and dead.

Li Qingmian, the leader of the beginning of the meeting, and the sacred dreamer, couldn’t stop their own punches. How long can the remaining dreamers live?

Even living in this new world of big dry is the **** of the dreamers?

"Go to rest! Go to rest!"

Fang Yuan flexed two shots, and the two seven-fold virtual sacred fell again, and the breath was cut off.

This is the last two powers of the beginning of the source. After they die, all that remains is not related to themselves.

He walked past the three great saints, and at this time these saints were disqualified, and they did not dare to say more.

Even the imperial powers surrounded by the outside are looking very sly, taking the initiative to let the road open, leaving Fang Yuan to leave.

Even if it is true, the Pangu, which is full of Pangu eagle, brings only endless fear to them.

"time to go!"

The great hatred was reported. At this time, everything was complicated. Fang Yuan also urgently needed a quiet place to let him sort out the gains and losses of today.

In the blink of an eye, his figure swayed and disappeared into the sky.

The rest of the powerful face-to-face, suddenly and tacitly cooperated, began to slaughter the rest of the dreamer.

An unequal pursuit of chasing, suddenly broke out!

The dreamer who was originally high above, completely turned into a weak and prey at this time, all the way down, blood sprinkling the sky.

Such chaos will continue to spread out to the whole world, centering on Yujing City.

......

"What a... long day and night!"

Fang Yuan’s waist was straight, and after he walked out of Yujing’s encirclement, he immediately began to run wild.

Even if the ability of the dreamer is abolished, he will eventually be a martial art. At this time, he will fly like a fly, step by step, and within a short time, he will go out thousands of miles away. He will find a wilderness ridge and avoid the cave. In the middle, the hole was sealed and some small techniques were arranged.

"call……"

Until he had completed all of this, he only made a long exit, softly fell to the ground, and he was screaming.

Even if he was in a series of battles and plundered the road, it was almost the end of the strong, if the remaining courts were able to intercept him, maybe they could not leave Yujing today!

But fortunately, Fang Yuan’s performance is still a frightening thing for those who are not.

After all, no one is willing to sacrifice himself to test his depth.

Those dreamers who are clever will probably still survive a few.

"The imperial court... the dreamer... It’s really a loss of both sides, a piece of loose sand... Of course, this time the dreamer was really defeated and lost, and it was completely defeated."

Fang Yuan closed his eyes and entered a deep state of adjustment.

......

This is a deep chaos.

A lot of dark cyan air currents are surging, boiling and sweeping, and it doesn't know how long it has existed.

No light, no darkness, no sound, no touch.

Here is the nothingness of everything.

Bang!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt flashed.

At the most central point, a small flame suddenly spread.

Although the flame is weak, it emits a heart in many air currents and keeps illuminating around.

At the same time, with the thought, the first thought also appeared.

"I!"

"What is me?"

"who am I?"

......

In the constant thinking, many ideas emerge, as if the fuel is general, so that the flame becomes more and more powerful, and the range of the heart shines wider and wider.

In the end, I don’t know how long it has been, the flames tremble and I understand everything: “I am Fang Yuan!”

Bang!

The whole void is shocked, as if enlightenment is general, the flame is directly transformed into a human form, which is the appearance of the young Fang Yuan.

"I actually encountered the loss of my own, the devil's question! It seems that this time the dreamer was deprived, it is really hurting... Is this my knowledge of the sea? Impossible, I am good or true Didn’t hurt so much..."

But this space gives Fang Yuan an unusual familiar feeling.

He fixed his mind and looked at it carefully. He saw that it was mixed with chickens. Each hole appeared on the ground and in the void, just like a broken house with eight sides leaking.

And this broken house is still very unreliable. On the outside, more chaotic torrents are swept up and invaded, and almost completely assimilated here.

"More and more familiar feelings!"

Fang Yuan took two steps and suddenly kicked a thing under his feet.

He leaned over and picked it up and found it was a long strip of rusted iron rods covered with dense rust and shovel, and he did not know how many years of vicissitudes had passed.

"This is... mountain sword?!"

Fang Yuan looked at this long strip, but it was a shock: "Here... is my real dream!!!"

He is not surprised that this dream has been broken into this way, but that this real dream can still exist!

"impossible!"

Fang Yuan bit his teeth: "The demon world has taken away the path of the dreamer. The real dream after the virtual sacred is the foundation of the present, and it is the species of the future blessings! Even the saints can't stay!"

"unless……"

His look changed and he began to explore.

The real dream at this time has decayed to the extreme, only a range that is less than three feet.

The original eight-door sword array naturally disappeared without a trace. Instead, Fang Yuan found several other long rusted swords. At this time, there was no spirituality, and it was as if it was broken at a touch. It was terrible.

"Here, it is really my dream, even if this step is reached, it can still exist!"

Fang Yuan’s face was full of joy, and in a corner, he found a stone statue of a very sultry elder, and suddenly there was no doubt, but it was a gesture: “Go out!”