Paradise of Demonic Gods

A little calculation, Fang Xingjian can't wait to consolidate his current ability, especially the ability of the sword world, there are too many methods to display, the material particles of 10,000 meters can be free. This is definitely the best way to cooperate with the law.

Especially with his five gods, the swords and swords of the sword, they do not know how terrible the lethality.

However, he looked up and looked at Tyrande and said, "I am practicing. You can help me to hand this **** skeleton to Wang Xiaoyan and Fang Qian. If they can be repaired, they will be repaired. If they cannot be repaired, they will directly decompose them. Material, help me build a long-armed sword, even if you lower the level is no problem."

Tyrande took over Hell's bones with both hands, watching the legendary gods, the treasures of the ancient Hell's road. In today's world, there are almost no god-level powers who can break open and shake their heads and say: "You are really heart. Big, such a heavy treasure is handed over to Fang Qian, you are not afraid that they will take it away?"

Fang Xingjian smiled slightly: "They have my sword in their bodies. As long as I think, I can find them anytime, anywhere, and the ends of the earth cannot escape."

But the next moment, Fang Xingjian's brow furrowed and looked at the four emperors lying down. He could see that the face of the four emperors became paler and more ugly, and seemed to suffer.

Tyrande was surprised: "What happened to him? Isn't it in the six-day sword of Senro, the inheritance of Xuanyou Emperor?"

Fang Xingjian was silent and said: "It may be difficult to meet." During the speech, he has already come to the front of the four emperors, pointing at the eyebrows of the four emperors, and a mighty sword is moving toward The four emperors learned the sea.

"Tyrant, you go to Fang Qian on their side first, I will help the four emperors, encounter problems, don't panic, I will come over later."

Fang Xingjian’s words seem to be slightly meaningful, but if you look carefully, it seems that there is no meaning at all.

The next moment, Fang Xingjian’s body has not felt any breath, it seems to be dead,

But Tyrande knew that Fang Xingjian only focused all his attention on the four emperors, and all did not pay attention to the flesh.

But this does not mean that Fang Xingjian's body is now unprepared. In particular, Tyrande recently felt that Fang Xingjian seems to have a kind of inductive feeling. It seems that no matter what danger he encounters, he can resolve it in advance. It is really incredible.

Just as the flesh in front of me looks unprepared, but once there is any danger, Fang Xingjian may wake up in advance and give the Thunder a blow.

‘Fang Xingjian can’t practice black magic. It’s the way of the knight. But is there a way to predict the future?

Is this kind of hunch in the midst of the legendary whim?

However, according to the records on the songs of Shanhai Avenue, should the whim be not the ability of the four-level god? Although the Star Sword is powerful, it has not reached the level of God's four-fold ability to dominate the world. ’

Tyrant can imagine that if Fang Xingjian really reached the level of the gods, the distribution of force on the miracle continent is absolutely sweeping the world, no one can stop.

After all, the changes in the world have just been more than three months, and the nine-nine-thousand-level powerhouses are probably still playing at the level of God. Where there will be people who are four-level rivals.

While thinking about it, Tyrande has already loaded Hell's Bone Bone into the door of Huangquan, taking Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan's position.

On the other side, Fang Xingjian feels that he is constantly deep into the consciousness of the Four Emperors. What he has passed is a ghostly sorrow, surrounded by mourning fragments of consciousness and countless tormented souls.

Fang Xingjian only feels that after he goes down one layer, the place where he passes is like a ghost country. It is full of the atmosphere of the undead, and seems to constitute the country of countless undead.

Fang Xingjian even saw pictures of people coming and going. Some people were selling weapons, swords, some were planting crops, some were fighting in battles, and even some places were fighting with the two armies, killing the sounds.

'How is this going? The inheritance of Xuan You's Emperor actually formed another world among the four emperors' brains? Fang Xingjian’s seeing this scene also feels incredible. This means of creating a world in the consciousness of others is simply a magical skill, and it is incredible to the extreme.

Then Fang Xingjian observed it for a while and found some clues.

The world created by this consciousness in front of us is the source of all kinds of etheric information about the outside world.

I don’t know what kind of means Xuan Youdai used, and constantly absorbed all kinds of personal information from the outside etheric fans into the consciousness of the four emperors, let them think that they are still alive, still repeating day after day. Years passed the day before life.

It can be said that among the four emperors' consciousness, it has become a ghost country, gathering the memory of countless people who have already died.

‘It’s creating a world again, but what is the meaning of this? Fang Xingjian shook his head and suddenly smiled: "Nine secrets are a small world, and the front is equal to a ghost world. How much this mysterious emperor likes to be a Creator."

‘But if this continues, the four emperors may not be able to hold it. ’

Everything has limits. Like the current conscious ghost country, it seems to use the memory of the outside etheric geek, but the burden* is the four princes, and the power of the four princes’ brains is obviously The limit.

So at the beginning, the four emperors were no different. Now it seems that the body is getting weaker and weaker.

‘I don’t know where the real consciousness of the four emperors is. In short, I have to find him quickly to see how much he knows. If it’s not working, he can only destroy this ghost country. ’

So his whole body flashed and he was once again swept away from the consciousness of the four emperors.

On the other side, Telant came all the way to the west side of the college, Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan's research room, including a variety of bottles and cans, incomprehensible instruments, and dozens of college-supplied castings. The master is busy and busy, apparently busy with the armor of Fang Xingjian.

Fang Qian looked at Tyrande and asked, "Tyrant, how come you?"

Tyrande smiled and pulled out the **** bones from the door of Huang Quan. He said, "Look at what this is?"

Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan took turns to look at a faint **** skeleton. It seems that they are somewhat unclear about the origins of this armor. It is because the appearance of Hell's bones now looks too bad, not only does it have the slightest power to expose, but more It is made up of the forest bones, and it does not seem to be a little strong and strong.

At this moment, a voice came from the void. A man and a woman suddenly descended from the sky, and the violent airflow swept through. The entire studio creaked and seemed to collapse at any time.

A horror deep into the bone marrow poured into the heart of someone in the place. It seems that the mouse encountered a tiger, and human beings felt the same feeling of heaven and earth.

A voice full of horror, cruelty, and deceitful voice rang in the minds of everyone: "Hey? This armor is good, um, that is a good cut of the gods, oh... there are so many heavens and treasures, I can’t think of it. Fang Xingjian is so rich.

Yes, it’s really good. "(To be continued.)