Refining Heaven and Earth

"who is it!"

The voice of fury echoed in the void, the middle-aged man in white looked cold, his eyes were burning with raging flames, and the divine thoughts swept out, tearing the void and squeezing away towards the Halloween continent!

Boom boom!

At the same time, several thoughts swept across, standing in front of the middle-aged man in white, raising a joke smile at the corner of his mouth, which made him so angry. There was only one answer, Baiyungu lost!

According to the saints who have escaped the Halloween continent in previous years, only the last two forces of the Halloween continent, Baiyun Valley and Thunder King Sect.

To be exact, it should be the Thunder God Sect, Xuanyin God Religion.

Bai Yungu failed, and the winner was of course Thunder God Sect and Xuanyin Deity. The answer is probably that Fang Bai.

At that time, Fang Bai and Jin Jiuyang were in a terrible battle, and many deities looked in their eyes, and indeed had the qualifications to win.

Compared to Baiyun Valley, the gods naturally hope to win the Thunder King Sect.

The reason is very simple, Baiyun Valley is strong, Thor is weak, and the strong cannot be stronger!

"Who dares stop me?"

The cold eyes of the middle-aged man in white swept away, killing his mind, and there were countless swords around him, each of which was enough to tear the void.

Hahahaha!

While the laughter sounded, the old man with a red body came out of nothingness, which is the **** of the Fire Temple. "In the old days, you Bai Rusong blocked the husband, and today the husband blocked you. How?"

Another figure came out, "The rules set by everyone must naturally be followed. At that time, Jiuyang Shenzong didn't move, and no one could move!"

Jin Jiuyang ’s death dealt a serious blow to Jiuyang Shenzong. If it were not for Bai Rusong's obstruction, Jiuyang Shenzong would not have suffered such a heavy loss.

"Good!"

A middle-aged man in a purple robe came with a handsome and feminine face, but was like a woman. "Rules are set for everyone to follow, not anyone who wants to break can break it!"

Now Xie Qing is still on the Halloween continent. What if she wins?

The gods of Xuanyin Shengu naturally would not agree!

Humph!

Bai Rusong's expression was cold. No matter how strong Baiyun Valley's strength was, he couldn't ignore so many forces. The Jiuyang Shenzong and the Temple of Fire were just headaches.

Besides, there are so many forces, Baiyun Valley cannot move!

"You all!"

Bai Rusong said, "Did you just give up?"

Everyone was thinking. At this moment, stalemate can only have one result. Watching Fang Bai or Xie Qing refining the Halloween continent, the major forces suffered heavy losses, and in the end it was a vacancy.

But what?

Kill Fang Bai and Xie Qing and start a new battle?

Nearly two hundred years ago, when is the head!

Besides, the loss was heavy before. Is it true that the saint fault that is really about to fight is not over?

What's more, if the gods are asked to pull down their faces to break the covenant, wouldn't their faces be gone?

"Wish to lose!" The old man at Vulcan Temple said coldly.

"If you lose, you lose, there is nothing to say." Jiuyang Shenzong also chose to give up, and fell in the hands of Thunder God Zong at least better than Baiyun Valley.

"you guys…"

Although Bai Rusong was unwilling, what could he say at this time?

"Okay, since you are willing to let go, why should the old man be a villain! But one thing must be made clear. People in Baiyungu cannot die in vain. Whoever dares to stop them will be the enemy of Baiyungu!"

The meaning is clear, he can keep the agreement not to enter the Halloween continent, but no one can stop the revenge.

"The old man was too lazy to pay attention, just want to get back the things belonging to the Temple of Fire." The God of Fire Temple said coldly.

"I have the same intention." Jiuyang Shenzong nodded faintly, Jiuyang must get back from the hot plate.

The gods nodded one after another, which is equivalent to making Baiyun Valley an enemy like Thunder King, what's wrong?

Humph!

Bai Rusong snorted coldly and walked away, his body flickered.

Halloween continent, the place of origin!

Dry Jinding and Qingmuding floated in the void, not far away floating an old, withered body, blood stained red, a shocking wound on the back, almost chopped people in half.

The blood on the wound is dry, but it can't heal slowly, the vitality slowly passes, and it won't be long before it becomes a real corpse.

Gray hair, wrinkled face, eyes closed tightly, looks like time is running out.

It was Fang Bai who was cut by the sword with a dry Jinding!

When the last sword was cut, Qingmu Ding consumed a lot of power. Nevertheless, the dragon scale armor was broken by a sword, and the back cut nearly a foot of the wound.

Fortunately, the flesh is strong enough, without hurting the internal organs and being killed.

If an ordinary attack is changed, such an injury looks terrible, but it will not pose much threat to Fang Bai, let alone this look.

Just because there is a mighty power in that sword, which is constantly corroding his vitality, waiting for the last vitality to be exhausted is the final death period!

The vitality passed away a little, Fang Bai was still asleep and waking up, his mind was blank, and he might never wake up.

I don't know how long it has been wandering, the folds are covered with a square white face, and the old can't see the old days.

call!

An old breath broke the peaceful void, and the old eyes slowly opened, watching incredibly everything in front of him, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't die?"

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However, the situation in front of him was not much stronger. Suddenly he thought of something and disappeared into the void.

In Qingmu Ding, Long Ao's huge body was lying at the bottom, and blood was flowing. Maybe it wasn't for the sake of the real Dragon clan. His body was much smaller than that of the Dragon clan.

But that's enough. Sitting cross-legged in a pool of blood, the sky is constantly changing. There is a strong vitality in the blood. The whole person feels much more comfortable.

"OK!"

Fang Bai secretly fortunately, if it were not for Long Ao's body, I really don't know what to do.

Seeing a little vitality on the skin, Fang Bai's mouth showed a slight smile, but it didn't take long for the smile to freeze!

The injury is easy to recover, and the vitality is not difficult to recover. The problem is that the killing intention and divine power in the residual body are difficult to eliminate, especially the divine power!

Constantly eroding his vitality, and will never be completely restored without solution!

"Damn!"

Fang Bai cursed in a low voice and frowned, so he had to replenish his vitality, otherwise he would run out of life and die.

Divine consciousness swept through the piles of Qiankun Ring, but I found a lot of elixir and elixir, but I can't solve the divine power remaining in my body.

"Stupid!"

Fang Bai almost couldn't help laughing, with Aoki Ding in hand, but also worried about these things?

Feeling that the vitality is almost restored, with a change of heart, Aoki Ding flashed out, approaching to put away Aoki Ding and sweep away the remaining divine power in the body.

"Ok?"

After a long time, Fang Bai frowned, and even Qingmu Ding couldn't handle it, which was a bit tricky.

The vitality in the body slowly passed, Fang Bai gradually felt a little upset, glanced at the dried Jinding, his eyes brightened, the mighty power from the dried Jinding, would it change if he conquered it?

With this in mind, God's consciousness is swept towards Gan Jinding!

Today, the Jinding Ding is a thing without a subject. Without encountering the slightest resistance to God, he sinks into the formation and starts refining.

After more than half a month, Fang Bai's thoughts moved, Gan Jinding flew in the air, and after a while spinning, he fell into his palm.

Play it carefully, put it into your body, and sweep away towards the remaining divine power, but Fang Bai is very disappointed!

"Still not working?"

Fang Bai shook his head with a bitter smile, and immediately lost his interest in studying Gan Ding. He glanced up at the void around him, his eyes suddenly flashed.

Now it is impossible to clearly understand the residual divine power. It is simply that the strength is not enough. If they become gods, are these still problems?

No one can stop him from becoming a god, why not wait until he becomes a **** before making a plan?

The loss of vitality does not matter, there are so many panaceas, and Long Ao's huge body, it is not a problem to support it for hundreds of years.

Nothing but loss of life!

But at his current age, will Shou Yuan be a problem?

Not to mention that for hundreds of years, he also lost thousands of years of Shou Yuan. After becoming a god, everything is not a problem!

Thinking of this, Fang Bai calmed down, and his consciousness suddenly spread towards the distance.

Before long, I felt that this was a bit slow. Aoki Ding emerged out of nowhere, the suspended head skyrocketed, and a wild wave of chaotic air immediately began.

I remembered that there was still a dried gold tripod, and it was simply taken out together. There seemed to be two huge vortexes in the void, and the atmosphere of chaos swept madly, rushing towards the two tripods at the same time.