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"There is no way, there is no harm to the tiger, and the tiger is hurtful." The fisherman shook his head: "He wants to kill us, to hide the evil, not to kill him, there is no way, if he really knows something, immediately Withdrew. We really won’t kill it."

"My murder has already been soft, but what is the current world? One person after another ran to me and let me kill. Not killing them, they can\'t. They are going to kill you." Fang Han also has some It’s ridiculous, but in fact, if Yi Tianxing retreats, he is really too lazy to care about him.

But now, the other party sent to death, but also sent a sage to school, Fang Han also absolutely accepted.

"With the combination of the sages and the freedom of the sages of this sect, it is more sure to deal with the impermanence. What about the ancestors? So I will be suppressed by me, or even killed." Fang Han and his enlightenment While looking at the mirror on the surrounding walls. Then he turned to the depths of the crypt, and the long river condensed into a small world of fantasy.

Deep in the crypt, it conveys the strong atmosphere of the king\'s pulse.

It is a true kingly spirit, vast and boundless. Wang Yang in general, there is no way to see the margins, filling the universe. Fang Han can learn some of its aura, but can\'t take the entire spiritual vein away.

Just like in the secular, an ordinary person who sees a river that is thousands of miles long can get a bite of water from it, but can\'t take the whole river away.

Now Fang Han faces this king-level spirit, which is the feeling.

"Wang Yangxi sighs."

In the face of this mighty king-level thread, he does not know how to collect, from where to start. He can charge 10,000 first-order threads, but for this first-order spirit, he is sighing.

Fang Han closed his eyes and brewed mana. He grabbed the endless river in the depths of the crypt. Rumble, a huge dragon-like aura of water, vacated, flew to him, and earned his body. But there is no reduction in that spirit. It seems to be endless forever, no end to the general.

He caught up with a lot of aura.

These auras are already equivalent to the aura of three first-order spirits.

It is a pity that for a Wang Pin Ling, it is simply a drop in the bucket. Nine cattle and one hair. One of the king\'s spiritual veins in the feathered kingdom, which has been captured by the seed core disciples of Yuhuamen for generations, is not exhausted.

The king\'s spiritual pulse is called the king\'s order because its power is equal to the king! It is not a first-order spirit that can be compared.

"Wind, this king of the spirit, you can\'t charge?" The virtual cloud looked frowning.

"Wang Jie Ling, not the same as a small, a king of the big school of the foundation of the town, rumors, to move the king of the spirit, must be a number of ancestors, even the top ten ancestors, display the earth-opening of the great skills, and then countless The core seed disciple of Jinxian can only be moved. Although the strength of the wind is strong, but for the king\'s spirit, it is still unable to collect, and there is no magic weapon, you can charge the king\'s pulse. We still directly display the biggest magical power, to the king\'s spirit It’s enough to get enough energy.” The fisherman also began to ingest this spirit.

Among the martial art, there is a ceiling for the spiritual veins that are taken every day, but here, you can continue to ingest.

In a short while, she took in the energy needed to fill the ten first-order veins, covered in red light and stored in the body.

The imaginary cloud is not showing weakness, and the sleeves are rolled up. In this king-level spirit, the number of hundreds of first-order veins is captured, and the whole body can’t take it, shaking its head.

Her own kingdom, all magic weapons, are filled with spiritual vitality.

It can only capture the strength of hundreds of first-order threads. More, it is necessary to explode and die.

Fang Han did not collect it, but thought it carefully. It seems that he was planning something. Even the two women felt that he was too calm.

"How? Wind, how much can be charged, with your ability, you can definitely collect the weight of thousands of first-order spirits, but also a huge wealth, which can make you practice to reach the ancestors Realm." The virtual cloud is busy.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, in Fang Han’s eyes, the blast broke out, and when he reached out and grabbed it, he directly grabbed the two women, and then the body rotated, seemingly avoiding anything.

Hey!

In the void, a sword light, killing and smashing.

This Jianguang, life and death impermanence, enlighten the mysterious nature of the sea and the sacred field, the mysterious machine of the universe and the moon, so that the ghosts and gods will cry.

"Inconstant!"

Fang Han stepped on the mysterious pace, and in the middle of the rotation, he avoided this Jianguang, but Jianguang did not disappear, but was freed in the space and continued to pursue him.

"Give me out!"

Suddenly, there was a sword in his hand. The ancient animal head swayed over the blade, and there was a burst of disappointment.

It is the sword of loss.

When he killed the turtle\'s nest, he got the sword of four lost swords. Later, although he sold it to Murong Shi, after killing Murong Shi, he captured his jade sword and got it again. Come back and refine.

Uh... the lost sword swayed, and the sword was disintegrated in the invisible on the spot.

"Good swordsmanship....... I can\'t think of it. Among the Jinxian, there are people like you." A voice, in the depths of the crypt, the scroll of the river, like the king\'s pulse, coming from the waves, this person Huang Yi, the body stood up like a gun, the whole body did not move, naturally there was a fierce sword rushing into the sky, piercing the sky.

"Inconstant!"

This coming man is impermanent, transcends the existence of Jinxian, and reaches the realm of the ancestors. He used to be a terrible prisoner of war, and later defected and became the first wanted criminal in heaven.

"Yes, I am the impermanence of the life. Who are you? The means is sinister, it is a must, first killing Murong Shi, and then in order to blame the water, actually turned into a Murong Shi, and the Jin Jinyu performed. A good play that has been with you, the golden nectar is finally killed by you. It has plundered all the treasures on him, and there is no consequence. I appreciate it very much."

The impermanent voice is passed again.

"Does this make you see through?" Fang Han’s voice is very cold: "However, people who know the secrets of others will not live long, and ignorance is a kind of happiness."

"Haha! Interesting, interesting, people who dare to talk to me impermanently are basically dead." Impermanence is a young man, but his eyes have vicissitudes of life, there is no murder between words, but the atmosphere around them has already solidification.

The fisherman, the imaginary cloud even felt that it was forced by the other party\'s murderousness, and it was impossible to change.

"What is your name?" asked the impermanence.

"Wind edge. Feathers disciples." Fang Han smiled and revealed his teeth.

"Give an opportunity."

"Say!"

"Take me. The other side of heaven, I can help you, promote to ancestors, and even train you, let you become a real warrior, kill the machine, make your fighting power ten times!" Impermanence: "Otherwise If you die on my sword, add a scorpion to my impermanent sword. I will not threaten you with the things of Murong Shi and Jin Yuyu. The two heavenly people die. It’s dead. It’s very good death. And I am impermanent and never threaten my opponent who is weaker than me. That’s too much to lower my identity.”

"Don\'t die under your sword? I am afraid that your sword is not so sharp." Fang Han fired on all sides: "The prisoner of heaven is like chasing you. Do you think you can escape?"

"The seven or eight wastes, if you are promoted to the ancestors, you can still fight with me. Now it’s just to send death. I have to collect this kingly spirit and have no time to fight them. But in the process of collecting the spirit, actually I found that some people were collecting, but I happened to find this crypt, so I broke the ban and arrived here. It is a good place, a central institution, where the eyes are, it’s better to collect the spirit here. ""

The impermanence of the sword waved and swept the eyes around: "Good place, the group of tigers holding the dragon\'s eyes, one of the nine eyes, the Tianzhu Umo 酝 brewed a plan, in occupying the rest of the line, nine kings of the spirit, I can\'t charge it, I can only give it to the Protoss, but this one must still be included in the bag."

It turned out that it was just impermanence. It was indeed fighting the eight warriors of the gods, but at the same time as the battle, the spirit was still being collected. But when I discovered the fluctuations of the spiritual pulse, I went to the place with a sword to kill the void.

In a sense, it is still Fang Han that makes the impermanence discover here.

"How? Wind, give you the last chance! Trust me, or die!" The impermanence finally made a voice: "I said this last time. This is your last chance."

Uh... Just as his voice just fell, eight figures suddenly turned into eight human-shaped lightnings, which crossed the void and descended into the crypt, above the king\'s pulse, with the waves rising and falling.

It is the eight imperial prisoners who are chasing the impermanence.

Although they are all Jinxian, but all are super tyrannical metamorphosis.

"Sure enough, this is the eye, the real king of the spirit, is here."

"Yes, impermanence, you have wasted a lot of effort outside. If you want to escape here, do you think you can escape?"

"Well? Is there anyone?" "You, we are the disciples of Yuhuamen. This is the impermanence to kill us. Thanks for the rescue. Let\'s join hands and kill the impermanence." Xu Yunyun quickly shouted loudly.

"Well? Join us? Are you three ants, and they are also with us?" One of the prisoners of law enforcement laughed: "And we robbed the impermanence of killing?"