The mighty space storms, and countless pieces of transparent space are wrapped to surpass the speed of sound and rotate at high speed in space. There are many horror energies intertwined in it, and each one is enough to tear the void. It is the Yuan Ying monk. If the flesh enters it, it will instantly become a powder.

And a vast expanse of earth, lingering in the endless storm, shrouded in layers of magic and fairy light, the fairy magic intertwined, like the black and white two-color rotation of Tai Chi.

When Chen Fan looked up, he saw an incredible scene.

There are countless Taoist arrays of gods, and one layer is listed above the 'Xiantu'. Zhenwu cuts the sky, the Qing Emperor sleeps, the avenue furnace array... Chen Fan can see seven or eight at a glance, is not the top fairy squad, can easily crush the power, sleep the ancient holy The super strong array, the power is unmatched, killing the four.

But this is not really shocking.

Chen Fan only saw that the fairy tales that bloomed in the glory of the gods and celestial clouds, slowly running in the void, like a huge grinding disc. In the vast 'Xiantu', the ancient magical power of the sky is attracted by the grinding disc, and it is continuously invested in the various fairy tales. It is gradually crushed by the fairy tales, and then converted into gentle energy, and goes to the higher earth. .

"How is it possible that the fairy tales under the martial arts are actually used to refine the magic of the genie?"

Chen Fan shocked.

In his eyes, Ann has a magnificent and powerful array of tactics, like a disc, and the rumbling violently. The refining and refining ‘magic gas’ is constantly being extracted, and the refining energy shines with a golden glow and purple gas, like the top ‘the **** liquid’.

In fact, the energy after refining and chemical is no different from the liquid liquid.

If the genie of the suppression under the fairy soil is Chen Fan’s conjecture, it is the world’s top horror ‘existence’, which is comparable to the nine-day immortal. The high level of its magical power is to look at the vast devil world, I am afraid that there is no big devil to match. After being crushed and refining by the layered array, the converted 'moderate energy', even if it is lower than half, is still above all the energy in the world.

This is the nine-day syrup, Xianzhi Yuye, in the strict sense, it is equivalent to the sage of the fairy world.

To know.

The entire universe, in addition to the most spiritual cultivation sites of the Nine Emperors, can open the channel to the fairyland and obtain a glimpse of 'nine days of celestial temperament'. Other ancient holy sites of the sacred sects can only hope that they are not available, at least to the robbery. In order to communicate with the fairy world, we will take advantage of the energy of the fairy world to practise ourselves. Although the mortal legend, sucking a scent can live a few thousand years old is bragging, but hundreds of years old is easy. At least equivalent to the level of the day, and the level is higher, the role is more powerful.

But at this moment, what is the sacred temperament after the refining of this squadron? Almost equivalent to a small Xianzong core cultivation holy place.

And the Cangqing immortals are here to lay down the squad, which has been hundreds of thousands of years. That is to say, the earth has been moistened by these ‘仙气’ for hundreds of thousands of years?

"Where did these fairy tales go?"

Chen Fan looked up and looked at the sky.

I saw only the energy that sparked the golden glow of the golden glow, put it into the air, and finally rose into the earth.

"It is absolutely impossible to moisturize the earth. Don't say that a person, even if it is a star, has been nourished by millions of 'years of scent', and has long since become the most sacred comprehension star. It is deeper than the central star river. The stars that are hundreds of millions of miles away will not be inferior or even stronger. They are comparable to the core ancestors of the oldest holy places."

"At that time, the earth should not say that Jin Dan Yuan Ying, it is the power, the saint, are estimated to emerge endlessly!" Chen Fan said.

This is ‘仙气’.

In the entire universe, except for a small group of disciples at the core of the Nine Emperors, it is estimated that only Chen Fan knows the horror of ‘nine days of scent.’ In the last life, he built a robbery in three hundred years. In the next two hundred years, he broke the endless barrier every moment and took the sage. It can be said that his last two hundred years of practice is far better than the previous three hundred years.

It is a hundred joints of true immortals, not necessarily the enemy of Chen Fan at that time.

The sage of the earth, although the quality and quantity, is far less than that of Chen Fan. But it has been moisturized for hundreds of thousands of years, like a long stream of water, like a stone.

Even a pig!

It has been cultivated for centuries and can be turned into a fairy pig, but it can be enemies!

"Or was it taken away by the Cangqing Immortals?" Chen Fan touched his chin and suspected.

However, the level of ‘仙气’ is so high that it is detached from all. It can accommodate the energy of the level of ‘仙气’. It is either a true sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred treasure.

Such a holy treasure, if it is nourished in the immortality for hundreds of thousands of years, may not be turned into a ‘the supreme fairy.’

"But if it's just a fairy, how do the major sects divide? If you lay down the squad, you can have more than one martial arts sect. And one more is impossible. The scent here is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of years. Only enough to replenish one." Chen Fan shook his head. "No, no, there must be something I didn't expect. It's definitely not as simple as a fairy."

Chen Fan continued to look carefully.

Although the magical power in this piece of fairy soil is vast, it has been suppressed by the layers of immortal soil, resulting in the last infiltration of the 'devil's gas' only one glimpse, and after a lot of refinery, it lost more than half. One day's refining of 'Xianqi' may not be as good as Chen Fan's last breath of 'small qi', but it is expensive in the long stream.

Moreover, Chen Fan did not hear about it in the past, and there is one more fairy treasure.

‘Xianbao’ is the most important magic weapon in the universe. It is the treasure of the towns and gods of all the great sects. It involves the survival of the ancestors. No matter how many or one less, it will instantly change the pattern of the entire human race and even the universe. Other immortals will never allow Zhenwu Xianzong to occupy this place and refine a xianbao.

"What will it be? A singer is sleeping in the earth, ready to rely on dozens of millions of years of nourishment to break through the environment of the robbery? Or, the great man of a certain era in ancient times, fell here, hoping to Responsible for the life of the immortal, re-live a lifetime? Or, a fairy corpse is raised in the earth, taking the 'devil's gas', want to re-create a new life from the body?" Chen Fan can't understand.

One thought, appeared in Chen Fan’s mind, but was repeatedly rejected by him.

This place is too strange.

There is a distant past to the ancient times and even the ancient times, the incredible existence is degenerate. There are even more than nine days of immortality. In the hundreds of thousands of years, many Xianzong teamed up.

Layers of mist shrouded and overlapped. I don't know how many big people intervened. Even Chen Fan couldn't see through.

"and many more."

Just when he couldn’t figure out what he was doing, he suddenly looked at him and looked at it again. An idea beyond the imagination I imagined suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Is it..."

PS: The first is more, the author will go with his relatives and friends to eat a meal, and immediately come back to continue to write ^_^