Wanderer of Myriad Worlds

Although it was already known from Wen Xueyue's mouth that the flood situation was not good.

But when he saw this scene, Fang Qingshan was still a little bit unacceptable.

It's not that his mental quality is too bad, but he can't think of it. It can't be more than a year, but the change is so great that it is beyond his expectation.

Fortunately, the flood shortage is indeed a flood shortage. Although this chaotic world is a nascent one, it has great potential, and when it is strong, it is strong.

When Fang Qingshan left, Hong Jun, the strongest in the flood, did not break through immortality.

But now, they are not too far away from the Emperor of God, no worse than raising the eyebrows of the Taoist Gate.

Of course, if they have a choice, they may not be willing to do so.

But it may be precisely because they have no choice, that they can survive and fully stimulate their potential.

Seeing a scene on the battlefield, what made him depressed was that this was a meat grinder-like slaughterhouse. Blood rain, smelly wind, corpse mountains, bones, ghosts cry, wolverines, everyone is falling at any moment, Daluo, Zhunsheng, Mixed Yuan saints, no one can be an exception, as long as they are on the battlefield, anyone is possible Falling down, let alone the weak, needless to say, the strong, as long as not strong enough to be a husband and a man, it is easy to be targeted, exhausted, and killed by mass.

Of course, more people fall from the flood side, almost 100 people, a thousand people, or even more people fall from an inanimate palace.

This is a matter of no means. Even the worst disciples, even the worst, have quasi-sanitary strength.

And this kind of strength, in the beginning, even the Taoism three religions can hardly find a few.

What makes Fang Qingshan happy is that even in the face of such a battlefield, even in the face of death, the fallen people are like dumplings, but no one is afraid, no one retreats, everyone is roaring, They are roaring, they are struggling to kill the enemy.

And, although the price paid was a bit heavy, the gains were not small.

From time to time, you can see that someone's breath suddenly rises, or corpses, or sermons.

And this is probably the hope that everyone sees in despair, and it is the spiritual pillar they can stick to.

"Our ancestors, let's go back to the sea of ​​blood and discuss for a long time."

Just when Fang Qingshan felt depressed and happy. Wen Xueyue felt a moment of depression, and quickly asked.

No matter how good the scenery is, if you look at it too much, it will be the same. Although the tribulations are terrible, but you have experienced so much and you are no longer afraid.

For Wen Xueyue, although the scene in front of me was frightening, but now it is just ordinary. In the end, she is also a person who came out of this battlefield.

As the people of the Shura tribe, and the Wu tribe, the two major fighting races called Honghuang are from the beginning the main force of the battlefield.

Fight fearlessly.

At that time, Wenxueyue, who was still a big Luo Jinxian, walked back and forth from the battlefield. Fortunately, she survived. It was also this experience that allowed her to break through to the late period of quasi-sanity in a short period of time.

Moreover, if you want to enter chaos, you must also pass through this battlefield.

So for her, the scene in front of her was just a routine, and she couldn't raise her sigh.

Moreover, for her, the most important thing now is to lead her ancestors to return to the Blood Sea, to discuss countermeasures, whether to fight or retreat, which is related to the life and death of the Blood Sea. This is the top priority and top priority.

"No need. Since I'm back, naturally I won't allow them to kill the people in Honghuang under my eyelids, let alone my disciples who have a vein of Shura blood."

Fang Qingshan waved his hand and said decisively.

Wen Xueyue heard the words and opened her mouth, but she did not speak.

She would like to say that these are not critical, and their sacrifice is worthwhile. It is imperative to discuss the countermeasures with Emperor Shura, Houtu, Hongjun and others. So as not to alarm the extinct demon statue and the imperfect demon palace, the hordes of branches.

But the words got choked again. That being said, obviously it looks down on the ancestor, isn't this hitting Fang Qingshan's face?

Therefore, Wen Xueyue is very tangled.

However, this kind of entanglement was just a moment of effort, and then she widened her eyes, opened her mouth, and stayed as a chicken.

"Go, kill!"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Qingshan waved his hand and sacrificed the eternal sky boat.

Of course, he didn't want to use the eternal sky boat. With his current practice, don't say that these people who are not even **** emperors are in front of the extinct demon statue, and he does not need to send the eternal sky boat. That is undoubtedly a cannon. Fight mosquitoes.

All he has to do is release the eternal sky boat, the Taoist soldier in each unit.

As for why Fang Qingshan didn't take the shot right away, the autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the knife quickly cut into chaos.

In the first place, because the people of the Wusheng Demon Palace were confused with the Honghuang side, Fang Qingshan made a big move and it was easy to hurt innocent people.

Then there is his cultivation status, everything is done by himself, not only bullying the small, using the talents but also the points.

The so-called master has something to do with his disciples. Although he has no disciples, he still has a wave.

Boom boom! !!

The mountain rain is coming to the wind, and the sky boat has not yet been born, and an air of destruction will spread out first, it seems to penetrate the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ sweeping the sky.

Then, only a few deafening sounds were heard. Suddenly, there was a twist in the void, a turbulence in the world, a huge sky boat burst out of the air, and it emerged from nothing.

The sky was vast and boundless. At a glance, it was enough to make people unable to rise to the slightest resistance. Around them, hundreds of millions of souls were praying prayerfully, and the power of all faiths was integrated into the sky boat, subtly enhanced. With the power of Tianzhou. Tempering the body of Tianzhou.

As soon as the entire sky boat appeared, it seemed as if in a split second, the cavities were fully opened, and they awoke from their deep sleep.

Wow! !!

Sky boat. The sails danced, emitting a burst of light.

Huh! !! !!

Following this, Wanju broke the drum and was struck, each sounded like a thunderous thunderous day, like ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ almost heard the voice of Jin Ge on the battlefield, the voice of killing. A flash of blood flashed across the sky. It seems to herald the blood and killing of the road ahead. Every sound hits my heart. Let one's own blood swell and let the enemy's energy dissipate.

Huh! !! !!

Then, I heard a footstep sounding like a cymbal drum helping out, neatly like a person running, and it contained a strong sense of rhythm.

Immediately afterwards, a large army of soldiers burst out of the sail unit, arranged in a neat formation, and quickly gathered on the deck.

One, two, three ... dozens.

There are Shura Tao soldiers, those who are from the sails of blood, there are Wudao soldiers, which are from the sails of witches, and angels, zombies, soldiers, heaven demons, heaven demons ... ....