Carefree Path of Dreams

"Sacrifice?"

When I heard Iraig’s words of comfort, Fang Yuanmu suddenly flashed and understood two things.

First, the devils attacked the Heavenly Palace. It turned out to be premeditated, not a fever.

Second, they also have cards and are confident that they can compete against heaven!

"What about the card..."

Fang Yuan thought of a lot of moments: "The demon **** in the bottomless blood is impossible, is that the seal of the other two Jedi has loosened? Or... these magicians have connected to the demon world?!"

He now tasted the benefits of doing double-sided spies.

Ileg can tell him this, obviously adding to the performance of trust.

‘However, there are changes. If the battlefield cannot be changed dramatically, how can I have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters? ’

Fang Yuan’s heart smiled silently, his arm was overwhelmed, and the ancient **** of Molong was shot into the ground.

Snapped!

A hole suddenly appeared on the ground, and a large number of cracks in the spider web spread.

"You... really angered me!"

Molong roared, the big floor piece exploded, and a black dragon rushed out.

His horse head antlers, lips and fish mustard, four claws in the abdomen, five toes per claw, is a water dragon!

After being turned into a dragon body, the body of the ancient dragon of Molong swelled thousands of times, but in the face of the chaotic giant of Fang Yuan incarnation, it was like a black snake.

"Dragons are the gods of the heavens!"

But in the next moment, the ancient **** of Molong snarled, and his body shape skyrocketed, and instantly became more square.

Even the defense of the dragon scale and the attack power of the dragon claws are not reduced or reduced.

"Sure enough... the ancient gods always have some means! But just gaining the personal share, and the true mastery of the source, there is still a huge difference!"

Although the strength is hidden, Fang Yuan has no doubt that his own chaotic giant body can play two ancient gods of the Gonggong class!

After all, the ancient gods only mastered the share of the source, like the company's minority shareholders, and only holding the world's micro-shares, can not be realized.

But Fang Yuan is different!

His source of power, really belongs to himself, can play 100% effective.

The gap in this may not be obvious in the spiritual world, but on the battlefield of the demons, the difference will be revealed.

"The world of the devil is my home! Here, every move I make will increase the surrounding environment..."

Fang Yuan looked at the black dragon in front of him, but there was a smile on his lips: "And what about you? Your every move, even a lot of magical powers, how many can pass the battlefield and the seal outside, so that the source blessing To you?"

He raised his arms high, and the terrible breath suddenly dissipated on his body: "Source...extinct!"

"Do not!!!"

Was wrinkled with the eyebrows of Ilegg, looking at the battlefield next to him.

There, a black dragon was slapped on the ground by a giant demon master. The dragon scales were broken and the dragon's blood flew, making a scream of killing pigs.

"The ancient **** sent by this heavenly court, the strength is really bad!"

At the same time as his face was black, there was dissatisfaction in the heart of the war king: "Although I know that Heaven will treat me here as a sin of distribution, but next time I must warn them, no waste can be sent here!"

In fact, he is a bit sloppy.

This guy is in the seal, although the strength is not the strongest, but it is not the bottom, especially the dragon-shaped body, the combat power is not the same.

What, it encountered Fang Yuan!

On the experience of actual combat, Fang Yuan is extremely rich, but he has seized the weakness of the ancient gods, directly pressing the people, occupying the advantage, and then chasing after the fight.

"War fight, at this time, do you still have the heart to look at the outside world?"

Eleg smiled.

Fighting the king's body is a stagnation, look at his chest.

There, a spore does not know when it grows, like a mushroom, and a woman's face emerges in the middle.

The woman is the look of Ileg, but at this time she sheds tears from her eyes and screams: "Hey!!!"

"No! This is... the poison of the illusion?!"

Fighting against the king, the pupils shrink: "There is a god, the gods are protected by the hundred spirits, and the poison of the illusion of the district, I want to hurt me? Pick me a trick to protect the body!"

Hey!

In his body, nine purple dragons emerged.

At the same time, within his flesh, many hidden caves opened, as if they were turned into stars, and the power of the gods spread.

In each of his caves, he seems to sit on a shrine and pray for Him in a special form.

A large number of constant sands emerged, forming a light curtain body.

Fighting king suddenly wakes up, then look at the chest, where is the trace of the woman's face?

"I can use the toxins to simulate the effect of the illusion, and I didn't realize it at first. Your understanding and road in this area is really amazing!"

"But... no use, my bodyguard is specifically designed to cope with your poison and realize it!"

Fighting King is extremely confident.

"poison?"

At this time, Ilegg smiled a little secretly: "Do you think that the real form of poison, is this only?"

Like Fang Yuan, her demon master obviously retains her own card: "When you fight, you will really see what you have, the source of my ability!"

The voice just fell, behind her, a black face emerged.

This face is very distorted, just a look, it seems to bring a collection of all the pains of the human world, with an indescribable charm.

The war king just looked at it and changed his face.

It is only too late at this time.

The radiance of his body was stagnation, and the ghosts of the gods in many caves were instantly destroyed. Some of them were dying, some were bleeding, and some even directly became a pus.

In an instant, the gods of the sky are turned into ashes, and the curse of the king of the king is suddenly broken.

"This is... curse!"

A faint scent of breath emerged from the fighting king.

He looked at Ileg, his voice hoarse.

"The ultimate poison is curse! Of course, I prefer to call it the magic factor! As long as I have my introduction, even if I escape to the ends of the earth, I can't get rid of my curse!"

Elegy smiled and a large number of vines flew out from underneath and swept away to the battle king, like a cage.

Next, the Hydra and the three remaining ancient gods of the Raven War also have the upper hand.

"Curse... Devil? It's really weird!"

Fang Yuan glanced at the audience and saw this scene. The look was a bit strange.

This woman of Ileg, obviously hides a hand, this is normal, but this curse gives Fang Yuan the feeling, it is somewhat similar to the purple eye world.

"Weird, infinite, and powerful... This is the characteristic of the source of the heart!"

He did not care, looking at the ink dragon in front of him.

The original ancient god, the appearance of this time is very miserable, even the dragon's horn at the top of the head has broken one, which was broken by Fang Yuan's strange power.

"Magic Lord...very good!"

The black dragon has a brilliance and turns into a human form. On the ink dragon, God looks at Fang Yuan: "I can hurt me to such a degree. For thousands of years, you are the first! You remember me! ”

After letting go of the rumors, he turned his body and did not come up to desperately, but moved closer to the position of the other three ancient gods.

Obviously, after discovering that it could not be matched, the **** immediately thought of running away.

For these existences, survival is the first priority. When you are unable to compete, it is not shameful to escape.

Even the Emperor of Heaven, can not force an ancient **** to perform the task of ten dead!

Unfortunately, Fang Yuan certainly will not let him go.

Looking at the Molong who started to flee, Fang Yuan smiled coldly and the five fingers together.

A chaotic breath suddenly appeared on his fist.

The emptiness of the surrounding stagnation reveals four images of fire and feng shui.

"If you can take my fist, what will you do if you spare this time?"

Fang Yuan laughed and punched out.

Bang!

The entire battlefield is a stagnation.

A huge punch appeared, freezing the void, refining chaos, and the fire of the earth was full of feng shui.

With the source of the power of the gods!

Even if the sword array is not used, but the power of this boxing is more than a thousand times stronger than the time of the lower bound?

Oh la la!

A boxing out, even the space of the demons battlefield is somewhat unstable, the punches are condensed, and there is a vague stagnation of the void, the posture of the past.

"Dao...road marks?!"

The ancient **** of Molong, although the other's fist only has a little trace of taste, but this represents what, but He is the clearest.

The meaning of being able to condense the traces of the roads means that they have begun to enlighten and even have a rudimentary form of the emperor.

Such a presence, the future is even expected to be promoted to the emperor!

He flies away and slams to the three ancient gods: "Save me!"

boom!

Unfortunately, how fast is it to make a **** fist? Almost at the moment when He asked for help, the huge punches were printed on Him.

Hey!

Without any luck, the ancient god's body was immediately divided, and the blue-purple gods emerged, wrapped in a soul, and wanted to be transferred with lightning speed.

However, the Chaos Giant’s skill is beyond the imagination’s agility. When the big hand is fishing, the original smog of the fire and the feng shui suddenly solidify, forming a four-color seal, which will be the aurora and **** of the ancient gods. The little bugs are wrapped up.

"Molong... Fallen? Didn't even escape the soul?"

The three ancient gods who are fighting the Hydra neck dragon and the life-and-death crow suddenly face no one.

An ancient god, fallen in front of them, is obviously unparalleled.

Even the fighting king is also a stagnation of the body, the nine purple dragons around the body have three moments in the vines to turn into ash.

"Oh...dream, good job!"

There was a strange glimpse in Eleg's scorpion, and it turned into a fierce color: "Exactly... take advantage of this opportunity and completely destroy the Temple of Heaven!"

"Go back to the palace!"

Fighting King slammed and turned: "Looking at the defensive defense, I have to look at it. When will these lords dare to go crazy?"