"The spiritual world is vast, and there are two emperors in the Shinto class. One is the Emperor and the other is the Lushan Prefecture."

"And among the immortals, Da Luo Jinxian has at least three!"

......

Fang Yuan left Matsushita Prefecture and restored his original face. He carried a book and walked leisurely, just like a scholar who read Wanli Road.

"After the birth, this is where to go!"

The smoke rises and the lights are on fire.

I don’t know how long it took to go to a market. It’s more lively than what I saw in Matsushita Prefecture. The pedestrians are bustling, but I don’t know why. Everyone’s expression is rigid and lacks a kind of vitality.

Before a street-opening wine cellar, the old man of the house asked, revealing sparse yellow teeth.

"Ye Guoguo!"

Fang Yuan came to the wine shop to sit down and blinked around.

There are very few guests, and it is no wonder that the old man is going to pull the passengers on the road. This wine cellar is in front of the guest's seat, and behind it is the house. At this time, it seems to be cooking, boiling water, and turning white fog.

"Ye Guoguo, ah, that's a good place. It's time to turn a mountain forward."

The little old scalp smiled and said: "Just now, this road is not very flat... the people are raging, there are droughts, the land is thousands of miles, the people are easy to eat and eat... The contemporary monarch, who favors the national teacher, has killed seven words. The official, also collected the boy and boy, the alchemy, at this time the country is in a mess, you really want to go?"

"The old man said this, is not like ordinary people?" Fang Yuanyi refers to the authentic.

"Oh... the little old man is just welcoming, and the people in all directions have seen more, knowing one or two!" The old man held a smile: "And, the mountain in front of it is not too flat, in the mountains, recently A big demon, specializing in eating people!"

Hey! Hey!

Just talking, at the side of the pot next to him, boiling water, floating out of something, seems to be a human hand.

"How? The guest officer should not rest in this episode for a night, then a few more buns?"

The little old man’s smile has become more secret: “The buns here are delicious, but the ten miles and the eight towns are famous.”

“Is it not human flesh?”

The corner of Fang Yuan’s mouth evokes a subtle arc.

"You guessed it, it’s just human flesh!"

The old man’s eyes flashed a trace of green awns, and the whole person’s appearance became awkward.

On the street, the young man who was walking, the big cockroach who sold clothes, and the butcher who cut the meat stopped the action and turned his face. The scorpion, which also exuded the green mans, appeared.

The dense fog rises and the structure of the entire market becomes illusory.

A large number of people gathered around, the face was indifferent, and the legs disappeared into the fog.

"Ghosts?!"

Fang Yuan was early, and he sighed.

The tigers not only eat people, but also the spirits of the tigers. Those who are detained by the tigers, in order to protect themselves, can only help the tigers to be evil. This is the origin of the tiger.

But at this time, the ghosts in the entire market are less than four or five hundred, which is very scary.

Huh!

The breeze blew, the market completely disappeared, just like the mirage, but those sly ghosts are more and more, suddenly close, Fangyuan around the center.

"The monster that eats people in front is actually your master?"

Fang Yuan looked around and was just a wild mountain collar. He couldn’t help but smile: “The ghosts in the area dare to appear in front of me? Is this death? Or is it dead?”

He gently drank, and his powerful gas field suddenly rose, centered on him, with a sense of awe-inspiring, and continued to expand.

Many screaming screams, and quickly retreat, the body shape shows a melting trend.

Hao Ranzheng, his ghosts are not gods!

Of course, Fang Yuan is not a Confucian student, but the Three Thousand Avenues, the same way, have taught the book for more than ten years, and imitated Confucian means.

The Confucian of this world, refining a bit of arrogance, although the power of the hand without the power of the chicken, but it is reported that cultivation to Dacheng, a resentment, ghosts retreat, as Tianwei is terrible.

There used to be a Confucian who took the lead and drunk the life of a half-city.

Of course, Fang Yuan did not reach this realm, but it was a piece of cake to kill hundreds of ghosts.

"what!"

A lot of screams came.

In the old man in front of Fang Yuan, his face appeared a horrible color, watching a group of white gas rise in Fang Yuan body.

For ordinary people, it is just a no-action airflow, but in their view, it is just like the sun is really hot, the flesh and blood of the body melts quickly, turns into a black gas, and finally the whole form is turned into nothingness.

Just in an instant, there are thirty or forty heads of ghosts flying around.

This kind of change immediately alerted the black hand hiding behind them.

"Hey!"

The wind is rolling, and the tigers are in the mountains.

The horrible sounds swept across the sea, and they were offset by Hao Ran’s righteousness, and finally saved a part of the miser.

In the earth-shattering roar, the huge shadows are constantly approaching.

"Sure enough, it’s a tiger!"

Fang Yuan looked at the demon that came, and the eyes were swept away, but his face was a bit strange.

It really turned out to be a giant tiger, with a white eye, a huge mountain, and a domineering mountain.

But slightly a little bit of Fang Yuan is still some kind of deep temperament hidden in it.

"Devil? Evil? It's no wonder... Is this monster, only 18 years old? It was also achieved by the pollution of the demons of that year?"

People can be polluted by the demons, and the monsters can naturally.

But the growth of this giant tiger is a bit horrible.

Its eighteen years of achievements is equivalent to other demon repairs for one hundred and eighty years, even one thousand eight hundred years!

"Hey!"

At this point, the giant tiger looked at Fang Yuan, it seems that the next moment would have to be rushed.

Suddenly, a whirlwind swept the whole package, and when it was dissipated, the original giant tiger of the mountain disappeared, and a young boy with a face was born.

"Found you! Dream!"

The boy's eyes are very special, only the white eyes, the face is sluggish, and the words spit out are a surprise to Fang Yuan.

"You are... the emptiness of the king?!"

Fang Yuan looks awesome.

The emptiness of the monarch is best at distracting the mind, lurking the magic, and claiming to be a trillion, not dead.

This giant tiger is obviously also a host of its magical thoughts. It should even be an important one. After discovering the traces of Fang Yuan, it immediately seized control and manifested itself.

Just a dialogue, Fang Yuan feels a concept of nothingness that has been attacked and eroded his essence.

This is not a metaphysical, or material attack, but a higher level of 'concept'!

If the real strength, this giant tiger is not the body of the demon, is not the opponent of Fang Yuan, but this concept of competition, the consumption of the most essential things, the devil is naturally inferior to the devil.

However, Fang Yuan is an exception!

‘The Ten Devils and Weapons! ’

In his right hand position, a mark emerges, with an amazing sharpness, another avenue evolved.

This horror is so horrible that it seems to contain all the swords of the past and the present, interspersed with the battlefield, and then swallowed up the concept of nothingness.

"you……"

The giant tiger teenager stepped back a few steps, and his face showed a clear surprise: "Devil? It seems plausible, you actually use foreign objects, and also have the power of the demon level!"

The Ten Commandments of the Devils are also an avenue!

With it as a cuddly, Fang Yuan dares to compete with any imaginary monarch!

The imaginary monarch is not a fool. He immediately discerned it: "You are just a lord, and you have a collateral way. It's amazing! It's amazing, I admit... you are qualified to join us!"

The demon owner with the pseudo-track has the strength equivalent to more than half of the demon gods, and naturally can no longer be seen with the previous eyes.

"It seems... the demon seems to have misunderstood me, but it doesn't matter, isn't it?"

Fang Yuan held his hand and smiled.

The ten-party gods and weapons are in the hand. As long as they are not the body of the demon, he has nothing to fear.

Even in the presence of this demon god, it can be easily eliminated.

"Not bad!"

The emptiness of the king quickly adjusted the state.

No matter what happened before, the demon in front of it has a lot of value.

"I don't know what happened to the battlefield of the day."

Fang Yuan finally asked what he wanted to ask.

"It's very bad. The strength of the Emperor is beyond our imagination. He is the strongest in this world, especially at the time of the world crisis, after being blessed..."

The emptiness of the monarch: "Most of my body, and the devourer of all things... have been defeated by Him one by one, sealed, and even the entire battlefield of the demons has been refining and ruining by him, and it is at stake!"

"really……"

Fang Yuan looked up and looked at the purple stars.

I saw that in the sunshine at this time, the green stars next to it shimmered, but the purple became weaker and weaker, and suddenly there was a bit of a bottom.

"Of course, among the devils, there are also opportunities to escape. As far as I know, there are two hatreds and ancient times... Of course, the ancient times are a bit more horrible. Strictly speaking, it can be considered a fallen..."

The emptiness of the king said: "I can be sure that the ancient still hides in the spiritual world, that is, I don't know if I hate the devil, whether I have turned the devil! Now, I need your help!"

It looks at Fang Yuan and has a sincere tone.

"You... want me to help you, rescue your body?"

Fang Yuan’s eyes turned around and he almost guessed something.

"Yes, most of my body, and old friends, are already at stake... I don't care, but they can't hold it..."

The emptiness of the king is honest.

He has no concept of ontology at all, and naturally he does not care how much he loses. He loses most of his strength and returns after a while.

But the devil, such as the devourer of all things, has a crisis of destruction.

"How effective is the spirit of God?"

Fang Yuan is a bit strange. According to the slow-moving ‘food’ method before the spiritual world, those devils should be able to hold for many years.

"Not a spiritual world, but a heavenly emperor!"

The silence of the emptiness of the king finally tells the most important information.

"You mean..."

Fang Yuanzi suddenly lit up.