Refining Heaven and Earth

The most noble thing in the world is life, and the most humble is life!

The fierceness of the Temple of Fire is definitely beyond everyone's expectations. The successive battles have continued for ten waves, one wave after another.

Except for the previous two or three waves of pause, Fang Bai was not given a chance to breathe.

The disciples of Jiuyin Palace have changed two batches, and Wang Fuhua couldn't help but rest for an hour, but at this point Fang Zhan fought and never flinched.

The blood-stained red dragon scale armor, others have their own, their eyes are also red, the meaning of crazy bloodthirsty flashes.

Thousands!

At the beginning of the thousand enlightenment, the strong died in the early stages. This is different from the loss in the Wannian Hantan. The **** killings were staged in front of the eyes, and almost half of them died in the hands of the same person.

The Temple of Fire Temple stepped out of a hundred people again, fear and death became habits, apathy and ruthlessness came to mind, indifference to life, even to their own life.

"Fang Bai, you can't fight anymore." Wang Fuhua said firmly that people would be tired, especially the war that lasted so long.

More importantly, Wang Fuhua felt a different kind of breath from Fang Bai, and was not optimistic.

"kill!"

The voice was cold and hoarse, and the intention of killing erupted. The sky was chilling, and Wang Fu, who was standing next to him, drew a cold picture, and looked astounded.

"you……"

Wang Fuhua couldn't believe what he saw. His blood-red eyes were like wild beasts, flashing bloodthirsty and merciless light, and seemed to devour everything.

The intention of killing is full of madness and irrational madness. At this time, Fang Bai seems to have become a murderous beast. The purpose of survival is to kill.

"not good!"

Wang Fu's secret painting was not good. He hurriedly held Fang Bai and shouted, "Wake up!"

As Chunlei blew in his ears, Fang Bai shook his body and looked back, wondering, "What are you doing?"

"You can't go on fighting, come back with me." Wang Fuhua held on, his voice was beyond doubt.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Fang Bai broke free and asked with a smile.

Wang Fu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, Shen said, "You need rest."

Fang Bai smiled and waved, "Anyway, these people are not worth mentioning."

So far, the energy consumption is really great, but when the disciples of the War God Temple are about to be destroyed, Fang Bai will take time to recover the energy.

Although the spiritual fluid is good, he doesn't want to take it out in the eyes of everyone. At this moment, there is still 60% to 70% of his energy in the body. It is more than enough to deal with these people.

Wang Fuhua also had to speak. The disciples of Vulcan Temple had been killed, expressionless, cold, and madness flashed in his eyes.

"kill!"

The voice fell, like lightning flashing through the void, whistling into the crowd.

The Jiuyong King Kong stick waved, swept across, the light rolled back, the wind howled, and there was a sorrow in the past.

Wang Fuhua and Jiuyin Palace disciples followed, and the war broke out again.

The crowd watching the void around them gradually became numb. This is the eleventh battle. Thousands of people have been killed in the Temple of Fire, and there is almost no loss in the Jiuyin Temple.

In terms of strength, the Temple of Vulcan is undoubtedly the stronger side, and one of them is worse.

Such a record against the sky is unheard of!

Looking at the Nether War, the old Saint Wang frowned lightly, wondering: "What do you want to blazing?"

Zhu Zhiyan is treacherous and cunning, and it is by no means easy to deal with. Fang Bai's existence is a variable. In the early battle, the Temple of Vulcan will never win.

Maybe Zhu Ranyan doesn't care about the life and death of these people, but he doesn't care about the face of the Temple of Fire? Don't care about the humiliation you suffer?

I wish Zhu Zhiyan's deceit would never sit still, let alone watch these people go to death, of which there must be tricks, but they could not guess for a moment.

"No one can have such a powerful sense."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the old King, his body was lightly shocked, and he looked at the King Chen Sheng next to him. The latter looked indifferent.

God?

Suddenly the old Saint Wang's eyes brightened, and he secretly said that he was confused, the truth is so!

r.

"So hot!"

Hundreds of people in the Temple of Fire suddenly launched a sacred attack on Fang Bai, which was beyond everyone's expectation. The sneak attack failed, but was killed by Fang Bai.

At first I thought that Fang Baishen was against the sky, and one person defeated a hundred people, but now it is impossible to come.

The promotion of the power of the consciousness is extremely difficult, and it is more difficult than the promotion of cultivation. Not only does it require protracted cultivation, but often the cultivation also limits the power of consciousness.

In other words, even though Fang Bai has been practicing the method of divine knowledge, today's divine knowledge cannot be strong enough to kill hundreds of people.

Seeing his final appearance, he was not affected in any way.

Moreover, Fang Bai also had to do so much at the same time. Time and cultivation were his biggest limitations.

In this way, the truth is coming out, and Fang Baishihai must have hidden a treasure that can be attacked by the gods.

In the end, what kind of treasure can make his deity strong enough to resist hundreds of people without being affected?

can not imagine!

Zhu Zhiyan must have seen this before sending waves of disciples of Vulcan Temple to die.

There is only one purpose, to kill Fang Bai with these people's lives!

Even if he knew that the hope was extremely slim, he would do it without hesitation. Compared with such treasures, what is the life and death of these people?

Didn't you know that the old holy king wronged Zhu Zhiyan this time? He didn't see it, but someone else.

"This is not easy!" The old Saint Wang sighed sighing, looking at the battle that was about to end in the void, still a little lost in his eyes, if only he had inherited the King.

"This is also an opportunity for Jiuyin Palace." Chen Shengwang said lightly.

The old King Sheng understood that King Chen Sheng was telling him that Fang Bai was an opportunity for the rise of Jiuyin Palace.

Rumble!

The last rays of light fell, and a hundred people died in the Temple of Vulture. Three people died on the side of Jiuyin Palace, quickly clearing the battlefield.

Learning from the previous lessons, the harvest is getting smaller and smaller, which makes Fang Bai feel very uncomfortable. This batch has only forty or so.

After the eleventh battle, he distributed some paintings to Wang Fu, and there were only more than 600 Qiankun rings, which was far worse than expected.

"Take a break and fight again," said Wang Fuhua, Shen Sheng. "You were in a dangerous state just now."

At this moment, Wang Fuhua felt that there was no need to conceal it, he must tell the truth.

"What did you say?" Fang Bai looked puzzled, suddenly remembering that he was a little bitter during the previous conversation, and his mind was full of bloodthirsty.

The killing brought him an unprecedented pleasure, a heartfelt feeling, the blood was boiling, the soul was shaking, and indulged in it.

"Listen to me, this truce!" Wang Fuhua said firmly.

"it is good!"

Fang Bai glanced at the disciples of Vulcan Temple and retreated toward the Jiuyin Palace camp.

Wang Fuhua is right. That state is extremely dangerous. He is not afraid of killing, but killing never brings him pleasure. This is a dangerous sign.

Seeing Fang Bai and Wang Fu painting retreat, the disciples of Jiuyin Palace hurriedly followed, and they had just fought a battle. Without Fang Bai's leadership, they would have no confidence in these new forces.

When the disciples from the Temple of Vulture came from the volley, Fang Bai retreated, and he immediately rejoiced, and a burst of cheer broke out from the subconscious.

I soon realized that something was wrong, and I calmed down instantly.

Zhu Zhanyan was displeased, he was not worried about Fang Bai's continuous battle, he always consumed him at the moment; he was worried that Fang Bai would rest after fighting, that would be no solution.

Elder Yu's expression was gloomy, his plan was disrupted, and the lives of more than a thousand disciples were lost in vain. There was a sense of frustration when he was lost!