Refining Heaven and Earth

Temple of Thunder!

The Holy Land of Thor's Sect, named after Thor.

Fang Bai stood in front of the Thunder God's Temple, and looked out, with angry eyes looking extremely cold.

"Ridiculous!"

Fang Bai was a little annoyed secretly at this time. At this time, he was still obsessed. If it wasn't for fear of the Thunder Temple, I'm afraid someone would do it.

Ji Mo stood beside him, followed by more than two hundred saints.

There are people coming from far away, and the powerful enemy is approaching, and this is not the case.

The strength of the Thunder God Sect is very good, at least a lot stronger than expected, there are more than 3,000 saints gathered here, and some people keep coming.

After more than ten years of fighting, such strength can still be maintained.

More than 3,500 people gathered one after another, Fang Bai didn't want to wait any longer, almost.

Gaze glanced over slowly, "You guys, white below, some meet for the first time, some have fought side by side, and some have had little friction.

But this is not important. What is important is that the Promise of the Promise is approaching. We have common enemies, and we should fight against the Promise of the Promise. "

"Perhaps everyone has not realized that the situation is worse than imagined. This is a war of thunder and death, where victory is life, and defeat is death!

His Majesty, he asked me to preside over this battle of life and death, but I am not good at it, but it has to do with the life and death of Thunder God Sect. "

boom!

The crowd was uproaring, and it was the limit to be able to resist the other side's vain. How could he listen to his orders?

Besides, why?

There were so many people present, few of them stayed in Thunder God Zong for hundreds of years, more than thousands of years, and some grew up in Thunder God Zong from childhood.

How many days has Fang Bai been here?

More importantly, how many people died in the hands of Fang Bai in that war?

The sage has a long life, more friends and relatives, how horrible the network of hundreds of sages is, it is impossible to imagine.

At this time, they were asked to listen to Fang Baihao's order. What's the joke?

Seeing everyone look like this, Fang Bai frowned slightly, realizing that he was too anxious, these people should not have received the news, of course, can not accept it.

"You deserve it too!"

There was an outcry in the crowd, and I almost couldn't help it.

"Don't look at yourself, but you want me to wait and shame myself!"

"I don't know if that **** gave you your Majesty, is it the Yebei Mozhang of the rebellious sect?"

The crowd burst into laughter, seemingly very proud, ridiculous, rolling in.

Fang Bai's expression became colder, he didn't know the importance, he didn't know the general situation, and he was used to being arrogant. How could he listen to his orders so easily!

"Shut up! A bunch of idiots!"

Really working, deterring the Quartet, mourning its misfortune, hating it, and the calamity is approaching, yet we don't know it yet, we still have to fight.

If it was not from the same small world, and faced with the flood and waste, Fang Bai would immediately turn around and leave, too lazy to talk nonsense with these people.

"court death!"

The crowd rang, and an old man in a green robe flickered to the crowd, indifferently saying, "You just want to be arrogant in Thunder King, it is far from qualified!"

"is it?"

Fang Bai's expression was cold and the intention of killing spread, thinking whether to kill the chicken tamarin, then Ji Mo said softly: "If you kill him, it will be very troublesome."

Humph!

The old man in the Qingpao sneered: "Ji Mo, you really look at him, but the old man also wants to see and see how much patience you have."

Fang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, depressed his anger in his heart, and slowly looked away, ignoring the old man in the green robe, and slowly said, "Think about it, why can Promise Shenzong concentrate such a powerful force in a short time?

This is not the war between Promise Shenzong and Thunder God Sect, but the war between the famine and the small world. What is the outcome of our defeat? The small world is always enslaved!

There are your friends there, and your descendants. Are you willing to watch them out of the small world and come to the flood, the day of slavery? "

The boiling crowd is quiet. The reason is simple and not difficult to understand. The problem is that no one has thought about it in this respect, but only himself.

Even if someone thinks about it, they won't bring it up.

"well said!"

The old man in the Qingpao laughed and said: "The teeth are sharp and sharp, no wonder you can deceive the gods, but you want to deceive the old man, you have also made a point."

"presumptuous!"

Ji Mo was furious. This was simply an insult to Jiantian, didn't he say he was stronger than Jiantian?

Fang Bai reached out and stopped, looking at the old man in the Qingpao, saying, "It is true or false. Everyone has an argument in mind. It can't be true, it can't be true."

I am just elaborating on a fact, believe or not believe in you, say or not in me. "

Having said that, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the crowd, and said loudly: "The truth speaks about it, and then talks about strength. If anyone can win me, I am willing to listen to anyone's dispatch, even if I want to be in charge. Send it all together! "

The truth is finished talking about strength!

Domineering!

The crowd suddenly changed color, soberly aware that Fang Bai, who stood in front of him, escaped Mo Ting 30 years ago with the sage restoration.

In a battle, hundreds of saints were beheaded and killed, and nearly three hundred saints were hunted down, including more than half of the saints.

Now Fang Bai is back and those people are gone.

Today is different from the past. Today's Fang Bai is already a saint, and how strong will he become? How many people are qualified to challenge him?

"well said!"

The old man in the Qingpao laughed and said, "Let the old man first teach you how much you have."

"Slow!" Fang Bai held out his hand, and the old man in the Qingpao sneered. "Why, are you afraid?"

"idiot!"

Fang Bai coldly said: "Before that, I have a word to say that anyone can challenge, and the conditions are equally valid. However, if someone disobeys afterwards, no wonder I am ruthless!"

The old man in Qingpao said coldly, "Have you finished your nonsense?"

Fang Bai didn't even look at him. "Follow me if I want to fight." The voice dropped, rose into the air, and skyrocketed.

Huh!

Daodao's figure rises into the sky. This is in front of the Thunder God Temple. Of course, it cannot be used as a battlefield. Void space is undoubtedly the most ideal battlefield.

At a height of ten thousand feet, Fang Bai swayed easily, Jianmang tore the void, and flashed in.

The crowd followed, and nothingness swarmed into nearly 4,000 people, all saints.

"This should be the power of Thunder King!"

Fang Bai cold looked, with such strength, he could fight.

The old man in the qingpao stepped into the sky and said coldly, "boy, can you fight now?"

"please!"

Fang Bai's eyes were indifferent. The culmination of this man's sage is indeed very strong, giving him a feeling stronger than Mo Ting.

"Elder Fu is slow and slow to deal with where he needs your shot, just give it to me." Then the voice sounded, a man in a purple robe stepped out with a faint thunder and lightning all over his body, very strong!

"you?"

The old man in Qingpao frowned slightly. It seemed that he was a little uneasy about this. The saint's eighth peak was very strong, but his opponent was Fang Bai.

Although I have not seen Fang Bai's shots, there must be some means to be able to flourish in the throne of Thunder God.

The man in the purple robe exclaimed: "If I can't, Elder Fu will not be too late."

"Okay!"

The old man in green robe nodded, and challenged a man who had just broken through the saint's eighth face to challenge the saint's peak cultivation, and indeed felt a bit embarrassed.

It's not true to pass on the truth to you.

The man in the purple robe stepped forward and smiled, "Boy, because you are not worthy to fight against Elder Fu, get ready to die!"

"The ignorant is fearless!" Fang Bai said indifferently: "You can take me undefeated, even if you win!"

In this battle, aiming for prestige, not killing, can't create more killings at this time.

"So arrogant boy!"

The man in the purple robe was furious, and almost all the saints of Thunder God Sect gathered here. This is a blatant humiliation to him, and his face is very long?

"Come on, don't waste time."

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Fang Bai didn't want to say more, there was no shortage of swords in his hands, and the bright swordsman bloomed, pointing to the purple robe man.

Humph!

The man in the purple robe dropped his footsteps, his eyes were gradually dignified, and thunder and lightning were all around him, gathering wildly.

Fang Bai smiled and waited quietly.

"Go to death!"

The man in the purple robe whispered across the void, and countless thunders and lightnings whistled around, one after another, falling endlessly.

"But that's it!" Fang Bai was a little disappointed, thinking how capable he was. It turned out to be speculation and wanted to survive a sword. Is it possible?

Since he has to stand up, he has to show his strength, and he is obviously not qualified.

There is no shortage of swords passing, a sword destroys the thunderbolt and destroys the thunder and lightning, quickly slashing towards the purple robe man.

"impossible!"

The man in the purple robe was frightened, stunned by the sword, and couldn't care much anymore. He shot backwards quickly, and the thunder and lightning were connected by two or three.

However, there is no way to stop the mighty swordman!

Boom boom!

Countless thunder and lightning broke, and the man in the purple robe had withdrawn ten miles away. There was a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was ugly.

puff!

It was another thunderbolt, and the man in the purple robe could no longer bear it.

At this moment, Fang Bai's sword is still bright.

"You lost!"

Flicking, Jian Mang collapsed, Fang Bai said lightly.