The Strongest Qi Refiner

At this moment, there is still nearly half of the distance to the stars set by the leader of the Starlight Alliance.

Both Fang Yu and Lin Batian sensed the aura coming from behind.

There are two breaths in total, the intensity is extremely high, and they are approaching at an extremely fast speed.

"Whoosh!"

With a thought in Fang Yu's mind, the Xingyuzhou, which was galloping forward, stopped immediately.

"Just wait for them to come over." Fang Yu turned around, faced the back, and smiled.

"There is a high probability that they are from the Kaishan Alliance." Standing beside him, batian Lin said with a slight frown.

...

"Fang Yu stopped."

On the flywheel stage, Zhenlong's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly.

"It seems that he found us." Thunder squinted slightly, and said, "Also, he seems very confident, decided to stop and wait for us to come forward..."

"He really thought he was invincible!? How dare he be so arrogant!" Zhenlong roared with a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Thunder clasped his hands in front of his chest, frowned slightly, and said, "Perhaps, he is not the only one on the Xingyu boat."

"So what? As long as they are Fang Yu's companions, we have to kill them all!" Zhenlong said angrily.

"Whoosh!"

Thunderbolt didn't speak, but the flywheel platform rushed forward all the way, without slowing down by half.

At this moment, although Thunderstorm thought a lot, it didn't make much sense.

Because the leader had already issued an order asking him to join forces with Zhenlong to kill Fang Yu.

He felt that there was not enough manpower, and he thought that he should be more cautious.

However, the leader has made the reason very clear, he cannot violate the order.

Today, there is only one way to go.

That is to catch up and fight Fang Yu to the death!

Victory, can get everything.

And failure...you have to pay the price of your life!

Thunderbolt has never been willing to gamble with his life, but now... he has no choice.

"call out!"

The flywheel was extremely fast, and soon appeared within the field of vision of Fang Yu's Xingyuzhou.

Both sides saw where the other was.

"coming."

Lin Batian stretched his muscles, twisted his neck, and said with a smile: "There are two people on the other side, and we happen to be one by one."

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking ahead.

It is a flywheel, and it is a very small flywheel.

But the two auras emanating from the flywheel platform are stronger than any opponents they have encountered in the past.

It is very likely...they are two strong late-stage Earth Immortals!

That is what Li Huoyu said about the Three Origins Earth Immortal!

"They are late-stage Earth Immortals, are you sure?" Fang Yu looked at Lin batian and asked.

"Of course, there are so many dark creatures in the land of omens of death, I have already experienced many battles, and I am just an immortal..." Lin batian raised his brows and said.

"Whoosh!"

Not far from the Xingyuzhou where Fang Yu and the two were, the flywheel station stopped.

At this time, the barrier on the flywheel platform disappeared, revealing two figures.

It is the two heavenly kings, Baolei and Zhenlong!

"boom!"

At this moment, the dragon shadow flickered behind Zhenlong, and bursts of crimson aura exuded from his whole body.

The power of thunder flickered around Thunderbolt's body, and his aura continued to rise, which was extremely powerful.

This is the second of the Eight Great Heavenly Sovereigns in the Kaishan Alliance, second only to the leader!

"Fang Yu... You really didn't act alone."

Thunder stared at Fang Yu, then glanced at Lin Batian, squinted and said.

"That's just right, you are two people too." Fang Yu smiled.

"You should know our identities." Thunder said in a deep voice.

"Of course, the one next to you is more clear to me. I can tell from his aura that he should be the Mr. Eight Yuan, what is his name...Zhenlong Tianjun, right?" Fang Yu smiled. Looking at Zhenlong, he said.

Zhenlong's aura is indeed obvious.

The breath of the dragon clan, coupled with the monstrous blood evil spirit.

Basically, it is equivalent to the enhanced version of eight yuan.

After Zhenlong heard Fang Yu's words, the murderous aura on his body became even more monstrous!

"boom!"

His aura became even stronger, his eyes fixed on Fang Yu, with a fierce light shining in his eyes.

Eight yuan made him feel extremely humiliated.

But now, the smile on Fang Yu's face is undoubtedly the ultimate humiliation to him!

He can't stand it at all!

"Ba Yuan is a trash, he has nothing to do with me, when I kill you, I will clean up the house myself, so that that trash can die without a place to bury him!" Zhenlong said through gritted teeth.

"There's no need to do this, how can you cultivate a truly loyal subordinate with your brutal temperament?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Anyway, Ba Yuan is also your disciple, so it's fine if you don't save him. Want to kill him? It's too much, I can't see it."

"Ahhh... Thunderstorm, Fang Yu, give it to me, I must kill him myself! Definitely!" The anger in Zhenlong's chest was like a gunpowder keg, which exploded at the slightest touch!

He roared up to the sky, the murderous aura burst out from his body, and the crimson dragon shadow behind him instantly expanded several times.

"It's still a ghostly dragon... It's just that this ghostly dragon's origin is much stronger than the one on Ba Yuan." Fang Yu thought in his heart, "The ghostly dragon's origin on Bayuan's body is probably only a small part of it."

It's just... no matter how powerful the sly dragon is, it will always be just a sly dragon.

As long as it is a dragon, it will be completely suppressed by Fang Yu's dragon origin.

And this kind of oppression on the bloodline of the same race is almost insoluble.

"Are you sure you want to fight me, don't choose the one next to you, he should look easier?" Fang Yu pointed to Lin Batian beside him, and asked.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhenlong had completely lost his mind, as if his entire brain was occupied by violence and anger.

"boom!"

He pointed at where Fang Yu was, and extended his palms together.

"Boom!"

A streak of crimson, containing the super power of the original power of the strange dragon, blasted across the dark starry sky.

"Whoosh!"

Fang Yu retracted Xingyuzhou in an instant, and then raised his right palm.

"bass!"

The Soul Devouring Art started to work, and a huge vortex of red light immediately formed in front of his palm.

"This is the practical application of the Soul Devouring Art." Fang Yu said to Lin batian who was on the side.

"Boom!"

The magic energy completely bombarded the red light vortex, and the breath exploded.

However, the red light vortex released a strong suction force, directly absorbing these magical energy containing the destructive aura.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A large amount of violent breath entered Fang Yu's meridians, rampaging, bursting out bursts of muffled noises.

Seeing this scene, Lin Batian's mouth opened wide, his face was full of shock, and he said: "Old Fang, you... are really not human, this is completely a self-mutilation technique, fortunately, I can't learn it either." Come."

"It's okay, it's just that you look a little scary from the sidelines. In fact...it doesn't make much sense to me." Fang Yu said lightly.

Lin Batian stared blankly at Fang Yu for a few seconds, and indeed felt that Fang Yu's aura was constantly rising.

And the source of the increase in breath is obvious...it is the super power that Zhenlong just blasted over.

This kind of supernatural power that directly absorbs the magic energy blasted by the opponent in battle... is really unheard of, never seen before.

The impact on the senses is too strong.