My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

Yongping City.

The two went somewhere in a car.

"How did you manage to suppress the power of all warriors in Yongping City by a large margin?"

In the back seat of the car, Fang Ping asked in surprise.

From the moment he entered Yongping City before, Fang Ping felt that Yongping City was filled with a force similar to a town magic field.

It can suppress most of the power of all the warriors who enter Yongping City.

The magic-suppressing field can achieve a similar effect.

But it can cover such a large area of ​​Yongping City.

Even the existence of an imaginary peak like Li Wanjiang would be extremely suppressed.

Although this suppression has no effect on Fang Ping.

But it did surprise him.

And more importantly, within the scope of Yongping City, in addition to this kind of power to suppress warriors.

There is also a special kind of energy in the sky.

Brilliant, majestic, majestic, everywhere.

Fang Ping was surprised by this extremely positive energy.

Because most warriors will use the flesh and blood of monsters to cultivate and break through the limits of the human body.

Therefore, most of their energy will be biased towards that kind of dark or negative nature.

Even in Li Wanjiang's bursting hot inner air, there will be some evil and hot air mixed in.

But this energy in the sky of Yongping City.

957 is quite splendid, sacred and sincere, majestic and heavy, without a trace of darkness.

This really surprised Fang Ping.

"These... are all because of Chen Lao?"

Li Wanjiang sighed with admiration in his eyes.

"Oh?" Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly.

Li Wanjiang shook his head, "With your strength, after seeing Elder Chen, it should be almost clear.

The car was going fast.

After going through layers of rigorous screening, the car quickly stopped in front of a mountain behind a certain confidential place.

Staring at the mountain in front of him, Fang Ping's eyes flashed with light.

I saw that although this mountain peak is not high, the position above the mountainside is completely immersed in a cloud and fog.

The surrounding air is filled with this force field, which has an extremely terrifying suppressing power.

The strength of Li Wanjiang's imaginary peak is almost equivalent to an ordinary person with a stronger physique of a special king.

The internal qi in the body is almost completely unusable.

The special energy in the sky is even more intense.

Even faintly exudes a sacred golden light.

The sky here is completely dyed golden.

A sound that seems illusory and illusory, the sound of dragon roar that seems to be (ajdg) seems to be absent from time to time enters the ear.

"Wanjiang, you are waiting here."

"Fang Xiaoyou, due to some reasons, the old man can't meet him in person, please go up the mountain to see you..."

At this moment, an old and somewhat hoarse voice suddenly rang in the ears of the two of them.

Hearing this, Fang Ping nodded to Li Wanjiang.

Go up the mountain alone.

Go to the mountainside and continue up.

The more Fang Ping could feel the majesty and heaviness of the energy around him.

It was like the sun rising towards the mid-heaven after the first round.

Sincere, pure and full of vigor!

Struggle, happiness, sincerity, not afraid of heaven and earth, people will conquer heaven!

It seems that there are countless people's thoughts gathered in it, but it is not cluttered, making this special energy appear chaotic and disorderly.

On the contrary, it is precisely because of these countless ideas.

Instead, this energy becomes thicker and more sacred.

Fang Ping's eyes suddenly flashed, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

National luck!

This is national luck!

That's right, only the power of this country can be so heavy and sacred.

Only the power of this country can cover the entire Yongping City.

But what Fang Ping couldn't figure out was that.

In this era when all martial artists use the flesh and blood of monsters to cultivate.

Xia Guo, or how did this Chen Lao do this.

National fortunes are not so cohesive.

With the addition of national luck, it is not so easy to bear!

Even the ancient emperor, the emperor of a country, could only be blessed by the fortune of the country because of its symbolic meaning.

Can absolutely not bear the National Games plus body.

But judging from the fact that this old man has been able to control part of the power of the country, he has definitely done it.

"It's amazing..."

Fang Ping looked at the extremely rich national fortune around him in surprise.

Doubt in his heart, Fang Ping suddenly accelerated and headed towards the top of this mountain.

He believed that when he got there, after seeing this old man, he would be able to understand how he did all this.

On the top of the mountain, there is a large tower.

The tower is not high, but it is very large.

Countless golden national fortunes gathered in it and spread out.

Fang Ping narrowed his eyes and walked into it slowly.

I saw an empty bottle inside this tower.

Nine ancient giant cauldrons are placed in special positions.

A huge golden ball of light appeared in the middle of Jiuding.

In all directions, there are thick chains with runes all over them, one end is hooked to the tower, and the other end penetrates into the golden light ball.

After countless golden national fortunes circulated among the nine tripods, they merged into the golden light sphere, and then spread out along these rune chains.

There was a faint sound, but it seemed like a dragon's roar like a twilight drum and a morning bell reverberated continuously in the empty space of the entire tower.

And when Fang Ping looked at the huge golden light ball.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes.

With his strength, even the golden ball of light was formed by countless national fortunes, but it couldn't stop his gaze.

So he saw through the golden light ball at a glance.

I saw that inside the huge golden ball of light was an old man whose body was dried up like a skinny corpse.

The rune chains of the roots passed through his eyes, ears, nose, nose, eyebrows, heavenly spirits, heart, hands and feet, lute bones and other important positions.

Just looking at it makes the scalp numb and scary.

The circulation of the national fortune is based on this body as the core of the transfer and the core of cohesion.

Every trace of the country's fortunes will flow through the positions of Qiqiao, eyebrows, hearts, and heavenly spirits.

And so heavy, carrying the power of a country's luck, even if it is only a trace, I am afraid it will bring him extreme pain.

But what is going on in this old man in front of him is more than just a wisp?

This is a true Ying, no, hero can't describe his sacrifice and dedication.

A look of admiration appeared in Fang Ping's eyes.

"I have heard the name of Xiaoyou Fang for a long time, but I only got to see it today."

"And now it seems that Fang Xiaoyou's strength has really reached the domain level, which is really amazing."

"But seeing my appearance, Fang Xiaoyou should be startled, right?"

An old, hoarse voice rang out with a chuckle.

Fang Ping could clearly see the old man like a mummified corpse in the golden ball of light, wanting to open his mouth.

But the mouth has been completely pierced by the rune chain, so that even this most simple action cannot be completed.

Hearing his words, Fang Ping shook his head slightly.

"Chen Lao Miao praised it."

"However, Old Chen's appearance really surprised me..."

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