"Even if he doesn't come to me, one day, I won't let him go!"

Fang Yuan volleyed and evolved chaos, but he was on the top: "But today, you will die!"

Although his seven-star sword array can't compare the true chaos of the beginning, even if this one-tenth of the power of the evolution, the elimination of a seven-fold virtual sacred, is more than enough.

The chaotic turmoil of the green and the sorrows, there is nothing to brush, no matter what kind of magical weapon that is released by the seal, all of them are incomeed by the river and directly wiped out.

"Ah! My blessed land!"

After the seal, the picture of a blessed land appeared.

This is the foundation of a seven-fold virtual sacred, and it is the last nest!

"The dream of the seven-fold virtual sacredness can be turned into reality. It is equivalent to a small portable cave. Once it falls, it is a big blessed land..."

When Fang Yuan saw this scene, it was even more obvious.

At this point in the final moment, the seal also put down all the scruples and took out his last card.

Among the fascinating illusions of the blessings, a powerful individual emerged, and some even reached the point where the six sacred sacred.

"Ah... is the ancestor!"

"Zu Sheng is fighting the devil!"

"Adult... I will help you!"

......

A personal shadow emerges, straight out, and blessed with the power of blessing, constantly countering the chaos around.

"This is... people?"

Fang Yuan was slightly shocked and immediately realized: "Seven sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sects !"

The energy of the creation of the Sevenfold sacredness is still incomplete.

If you pursue wisdom, you can't multiply, like the previous fire dragon boy, and each boy holding a sword.

If you pursue reproduction, you can't have wisdom, and at most create some ferocious beasts.

Only a true sacred dreamer can create a true civilized race.

But the true dream of the Sevenfold sacred sacredness is no different from the blessed land. It can breed wild beasts and naturally inhabit the population!

Therefore, even if you can't create it, you can move. Most of the seven major energy things are to put your cronies, people, and disciples in their dreams and be safe.

However, when the virtual sage is now in danger, the so-called innocence becomes a big joke.

Bang!

The Sancai swords are locked up in the sky, and the chaotic floods in the middle are a volume. Under the seven-fold virtual sac, it is completely ants.

No matter which one rushes out, it is brushed by the chaotic gas, suddenly transforms the bones into bones, and finally restores to the most essential particles, dust and dust, and soil to earth.

"Let's go back, keep watching the big battle, and spend the robbery!"

The change of the face is changed, and the force of a heavy field is constantly being held in the body to resist the chaotic flood.

"It’s useless...you will only be destroyed here today!"

Fang Yuan descended down: "Your Lord God thought that you can't communicate with the saints, and you can't escape. Even if you plant the seeds of the resurrection, the last resurrection will only be a avatar, not you! Even with seven heavy Repairing this memory will be completely lost!"

Reopening chaos, is it a joke?

Under such a blockade, all news is impossible, and even the resurrection is limited!

In the speech, the blue torrent of the void has already rushed into the real dream, and the evolution has been catastrophic.

Oh!

The chaotic blue stream rushes, the heavens and the earth break directly, and the evolution of the fire and feng shui disturbs everything.

The whole world of real dreams, as well as all the creatures in it, are suddenly restored to the most basic particles under the chaos of chaos, and are scattered to the heavens and the earth.

"puff!"

The real dreams have been broken, not only the death of the ancestral patriarchs, but also the consumption of the power of the field.

In the body of the seal, the power of the original blessed land was broken, and the whole person was distracted, and finally there was a hint of fear in his eyes: "You can't kill me! I have a trace of saints on my body. Once fallen, the saint will come immediately. !"

"When I die, I still have a hard mouth! Even if the saints come, besides their deity, why am I afraid of a avatar?"

Fang Yuan looked calm and reached out.

Bang!

The blue torrent is directly pressed down, and a violent brush is used to seal the cracks around the defense. Even the flesh and blood on the body are eliminated.

"Do you dare to marry me?"

Feng Erji deeply felt the crisis of life and death, and violently opened the clothes, showing a long imprint on the chest: "Welcome to the saints!"

Hey!

The light flashed, and the glittering giants appeared before the chaotic torrents. The brushstrokes did not move, with the taste of dreamy flowers, directly draining the torrent, and killing Fang Yuanzhen.

"This is... the pen of the saint! Can kill the power!"

Watching this scene, the wooden scorpion saw this scene, and felt that every cold hair in the body rose upright, and there was a violent danger in the soul, which made him know that if he hits this attack, he would be seriously injured and seriously injured!

"The sage can't save you today!"

Fang Yuan snorted and slammed his fist in the middle of the pen.

Bang!

The emptiness of the sky, an indescribable giant force, will beat the holy pen back.

The giant pen whispered in the air, and immediately the whole cracked lines appeared. The inch spread and fell into chaos, turning into a layer of powder.

"impossible!"

It’s unbelievable to see this scene and the wooden raft.

"This is the saint's mark, which represents a sage strike, how can it be crushed so easily?"

"Dead!"

Fang Yuan is much lazy to say that he will directly be involved in the torrent.

He can make this shocking blow, and in fact it is the result of many aspects working together.

First of all, there is a seven-star sword array, the sky is locked, the earth is ignited, and everything is isolated. Even if the saints can't sense it here, they can't break the power.

The second is that he has cultivated himself to be profound, and his body has been repaired, and he has reached the realm of power.

At this time, under the background of reopening chaos, the evolution of Pangu eagle body can be described as complementing each other. With full force, even the sages must temporarily avoid the edge.

"Do not!"

"I am the best, the elders of the beginning of the meeting, the future saints, how can you die here?"

Chaos turbulent flow brush, seal the body flesh and blood, and only leave a skeleton, such as this, from the eyelids still reveals a fierce flame, full of grievances and unwillingness, and finally turned into a plead: "Rao I! I am still long, I don’t want to die here... I am willing to go to the court and trust in the hidden dragon. As long as you spare me, I still have a few treasures. I can tell you the secrets of the original meeting! ”

"Unfortunately, if you say something, I don't believe a word!"

Fang Yuan strolled forward, as if the Pangu giants were in the open, in chaos, a palm on the hoe.

For this person's sincerity, it is false to say no.

Why he did not repair enough, simply can not effectively control a seven major energy, in order to avoid trouble in the future, this time can only kill, and do it.

boom!

A shock, immediately turned into bone powder, was melted by chaos.

"I can not be reconciled……"

Even if the body is destroyed, there is still a huge ideological struggle in the void, going back and forth.

The most tenacity of the dreamer is that the gods are amazing. Even if they don't rely on the body, they can live independently for a long time. The spirits are not destroyed, and they can even be possessed.

"If you are already dead, don't be fooled, hey!"

Fang Yuan’s face was unmoved and controlled a wave of chaotic floods.

Even if the mighty tyrannical spirit is not a saint, this chaotic torrent is even more common.

A torrent of torrents, a phantom appeared on the ground, bursting open, turning into the idea of ​​infinite diamonds, each containing a seal, face, or swearing, or cursing, or begging for mercy It has evolved infinite memory, and it is a pity that the wooden scorpion has been read.

Well, at the end of the day, everything is still quiet, and there is no residue.

"the host!"

The four boys of the geothermal feng shui emerged and returned to Fang Yuan. The remaining three talented swordsmen still maintained a blockade posture and aimed at the wooden raft.

"This old boy is not a good person, do you want to refine it together?"

A group of boys are eager to try.

"Wait a minute! The old man is a good man! Great good man!"

The old face of the wooden scorpion is red, but the moment of life and death crisis, the skin of the skin will not be taken care of, and a deep glimpse of Fang Yuan: "The old faint dragon Guardian Wu led the wooden scorpion, thank you for your help!"

"I see the dreamer at the beginning of the meeting is not pleasing to the eye, but this time it is just a matter of hand!"

Fang Yuanyi waved his hand: "I recently closed the door and broke the foreign affairs. I don't know what the world is like now?"

"Oh... it’s hard to say!"

The wooden scorpion smiled bitterly, and it was not so strange. It was simply said: "Zhang Jin and Wu Yue have even succeeded in the battle. The court has no power to make it. The most crucial thing is Shilongtu. This thief has just captured the Yingying City. I am afraid. Within seven days, you will drink the Ma Yujing River and besieged the emperor!"

"Oh...that is, the Dagan court is almost finished?"

Fang Yuan’s look is calm, and there is nothing in his heart and urgency.

For this reason, Muzizi thinks that he also guessed one or two. It is even more bitter and laughter: "The old man, the old bone, is respected by the Lord and the court. He still has to go back and live with the hidden dragon.... I don't know this friend. What is the name of the unruly layman of the year?"

"The heart of the lay is my master!"

This point has not been concealed. Anyway, he is now using the Seven Stars sword array, and there is no appearance. Who can guess him and the Fangmeng Fangyuan?

"Sure enough... the sinister layman was once the oldest person of my hidden dragon guard. It can be said that the lord will be greatly grateful!"

The wooden scorpion left to think about it, and finally couldn’t help it. The temptation asked: "I don’t know how the Taoist friend thinks about the court?"

Although hopes are embarrassing, but the desperate laymen and the five major leagues are absolutely resolving and revenge. With this precondition, the two sides are not without the basis of cooperation.

The war is coming, we must draw every power!