Eternal Life

Chapter 1104 Skeleton

Fang Han and others, in the middle of the long bones of the river, at this time, the fish, the virtual cloud has been to listen to him.

Moreover, for his admiration, it is already comparable to the existence of Jin Xian, looking at Fang Han's eyes, it is like watching a ancestor.

Indeed, only the ancestors, so powerful, killing the enemy's soul mark in the air, making it impossible to resurrect. It is even more able to turn things around and defeat the joint talents of the four geniuses in one fell swoop, and even refine and refine them.

"Yunyun, such a character like Fengyuan, if you go to the seed contest, will you win the first? Skills and pressures?" While practicing, the fisherman asks about the virtual cloud.

"Basically ten or ten, but there are some legendary Jinxian, still can not be underestimated, such as the metamorphosis of the Heavenly Court Prison Law Enforcement Guard, in the rumor, is the role that Tianjun personally taught and personally cultivated. If this time Also come out to fight. Then..."

False clouds.

"The metamorphosis of the Heavenly Prison Law Enforcement Guard!"

The fisherman is also a shock: "No, those metamorphosis should not come out to fight. Otherwise, what is the significance of holding the seed contest in that day? This group of people, although all of them are in the realm of Jinxian, but in the rumor, they It can be challenged across the realm. It is the supreme metaphysical disciple selected by Lei Di Tianjun from countless heavenly institutions and ancient families. After the harsh training that no one can imagine, the surviving is the prison law enforcement team. People."

"Yes, more than a decade ago, I had a disciple in my imaginary family. I was also a wizard, and I entered it. But just one day, I was tortured to death by cruel training. The gods are gone! No one can imagine it. Severe. All who can survive are all monks who can't be described by words." When it comes to the law enforcement team of the prison, the imaginary cloud is chilling.

"Well, recently a big passer in Heaven, the number one impermanence? Is a person in the prison team, how many people did he kill?"

"Oh, the heavens are too big, even if it is Tianjun, I don't know how big it is. We are just an ants, and no one can say that they are the first. After all, there will be no experts on the list." ”

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Han shuttled in front, constantly bombarding the epoch of the gods, bombing the torrents, and practicing the boxing.

With enough support from the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he has no scruples and regards the dangerous white bone torrent as a place for exercise. On the way, there are strong shin bones appearing, most of them are the bones of the Protoss, and some ancient Heavenly Warriors, Many of the dead spirits leaned over the cheekbones, plundering the blood of Fang Han and stealing his magical powers, but they were all crushed by his fists and turned into supplements.

Fang Han has realized the realm of heaven and earth, and the limits of the crystals of his own gods have been improved. These bone essences have become his nourishing products.

The more exercise, the more tyrannical, and finally, he is incarnation of a chaotic swallowing behemoth, as long as the vitality swept to where, where the bones of the bones turned into a vitality bone dragon.

In his own crystal **** country, every space is full of dragons and tigers, a **** of respect, controlling these vital bone dragons, drilling in the crystal wall system, becoming a hub, like a subtle Blood vessels and veins.

The Eight Buddhism is getting stronger and stronger, and the above-mentioned Golden Fairy Law is even more embarrassing. If Fang Han is now reaching the realm of Zu Xian, it is very likely that these eight Buddhism will be directly promoted to the top of the fairy.

You must know that in this long river of bones, there are some corpses, and the remains of ancient demon gods are the best materials for the magic weapon.

It is a pity that no one has the tyrannical power of Fang Han to enter.

"We are talking about if you have met God's Prison Law enforcement disciples, who is strong and who is weak?" Xu Xiaoyun smiled: "How? Did you find the cemetery of Ghost Wu Shengjun? But I am a bit strange, not to say that the Protoss army Has it entered the sea of ​​chaos? How can there be no news at all? We have not seen any of the protoss army along the way."

"This is a noteworthy place. I don't know where the Protoss is hidden? Is it also entering this long bone?" The fish grows up.

"It's fine, it's just a matter of strain."

Fang Han tried his best to calculate, but did not see all the future.

"Attention! The front is the grave of the ghost Wu Shengjun. There are many time and space holes around the tomb, you must be very careful."

Suddenly, the white bones in the front suddenly became sparse. On the riverbed of the river and the river, countless stretches of white bones appeared. The bones and mountains were one by one, surrounded by a huge skeleton in the center, forming a group of tigers. The feng shui pattern of the dragon.

But at first glance, the huge bones are looming, it seems that the mirage is generally, will disappear at any time.

If Fang Han used the map to lock the position, he could not see the huge bones.

The tomb of Ghost Wu Shengjun will drift. In the depths of the chaotic sea and the white bones, even if it is a master of the ancestors, there is no way to enter completely.

Fortunately, Fang Han first has a map, and the second is that he has a wing of freedom and can pass through layers of bans. No time or space can be blocked.

Now he refining Murong Shi, the mana has reached an incredible degree, and the law of Jin Xian is free to move into the depths of the wing of freedom. This pair of wings can exert the true power of freedom and change. No maze can be Block freedom.

"Where? Why didn't I see the grave of the ghost Wu Shengjun?"

Hearing the sacred thoughts of Fang Han, the imaginary clouds, the fish are puzzled. In their eyes, the front is still the endless white torrent of torrents, no bones and mountains, and no feng shui pattern of tigers and dragons. grave.

"You can't see it?" Fang Han was also taken aback. He immediately shot it out, and the spirit broke into the two bodies. A free force wrapped it out of thin air, and matched the power of thirty-three days to Baodong.

Immediately, the eyes of the two saw the huge stretch of bone mountain and the central skeleton.

"Your cultivation is actually able to see where the real position of the bones is. We can't see it." The virtual cloud is excited, "Go, we will enter immediately!"

"It is very difficult to reach the Bone Mountain. This is a space-time gorge between the real and the illusory. The white bones and mountains are extremely banned. It is impossible to find the golden fairy realm. If it was not my refining Murong Shi, who got the ancestral meaning of his body, could not find it. But now, you follow me closely and enter it."

Fang Han’s wing of freedom was stretched, and the two women were sheltered in it. When they were stunned, they did not know how many bans were broken, and they landed silently on a mountain.

哗啦哗...... This decline, time and space changes, has entered an inexplicable world, the world is vast, completely unable to see the torrent of white bones outside.

In front of a huge mountain of white bones, people feel extremely small.

"Wind. That is, Protoss!"

Just stopped on the Bone Mountain, the imaginary cloud saw the distance, countless powerful protoss army, one after another, stationed in the white bones of the block, arranged into an extremely powerful array.

Those protoss warriors, each one, are half-step golden fairy power. Among them is the existence of the eternal golden fairy. These Protoss warriors, covering the sky, but did not search everywhere, but under the leadership of some Jinxian big characters Protoss, launched a spell in the Protoss, and carried out a sacrifice to the most central bones.

Huge bones, half on the ground and half on the ground. The silk does not move, there is no sign of opening.

The protoss army, who sang the Protoss, fluttered and danced together, and penetrated into the bones.

"The praise of the gods! The call of the gods!"

Fang Han is most familiar with the Protoss. He has been dealing with the Protoss for a lifetime. From the mysterious secrets to the longevity secrets, to the immortals, almost all come from the Protoss.

However, flying into the heavens, I have not seen the Protoss. Now, for the first time, I am a little excited. Because the Protoss is his treasure, free to ask. Refining the Jinxian of the Protoss, there is hope in the thirty-three days.

This countless protoss army, among them the masters of Jinxian, are showing the praise of the gods, the call of the gods, the worship of the tomb, seems to be an attempt to open the tomb, and then deep into it.

Ghost Wu Shengjun, the rumor is ancient, half-footed into the realm of the Emperor of the Tianjun realm, his grave, the Protoss master must have enough respect.

Fang Han carefully concealed his body shape. First look at the protoss army stationed in the bone mountain, and found the number of the golden sages in the world. There are not a few, there are twenty or thirty tyrannical atmosphere.

Moreover, he seems to be faint, smelling the breath of the Umno. However, I did not see the shadow of the Umbrella.

For this woman, it is terrible. Fang Han has deep jealousy now, even the end of the holy king is warned, Fang Han naturally will not act rashly.

The Umno in the secular world is just a avatar. The real body can't move because the power is too strong. But now, this is the heavens, and Umbrella Umo is definitely not scrupulous.

"This woman, if she doesn't pay attention, she will go to her. The last time she was in the Dragon World, she sent out a avatar, and she almost joined the Aurora Sanlong and killed me. Now the real body is definitely beyond the level of Jinxian. The existence of it. I still have to see if I can use the wing of freedom, the thirty-three days to the treasure of the heavens, take the bones to make changes, enter the grave. Do not deal with this group of protoss."

The party calmed down, quietly turned into a force of freedom, jumping in the tiny void, and truly achieved invisible. Wandering between the colors and the realities.

"The praise of the gods" and "the call of the gods" are constantly being displayed. The tomb of the ghost Wujunjun has also begun to produce a series of subtle changes in the eyes of Fang Han.