Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Chapter 420 Limit
In the short distance of five to sixty feet, under Fang Qingyuan's five-color escape light, Fang Qingyuan had already escaped here in just an instant.

Looking at the blood waves that were still squirming on the ground, like sticky black soil on the ground, Fang Qingyuan's eyes flashed with disdain. For this kind of demonic cultivator who had transformed his body into an inhuman state, and whose mind was controlled by desires, and who completely harmed others and benefited himself, he Genuine disgust.

Can't you meditate and practice well for me?

If you have to take this shortcut, this kind of demonic cultivation that feeds on other monks will harm the overall strength of mankind.

Fang Qingyuan still can't stand at that level to see the relationship between demon cultivators and humans. Now he just simply hates this blood cultivator.

And when you look closely at the aura of this blood cultivator, why is it so similar to the protagonist in the major incident that he encountered in Heihefang City?
Back then, Fang Qingyuan was still a camel driver who depended on Yin Bao. He originally relied on the route from Heihefang City to Tianmen City to earn some low-grade spirit stones and flowers every day, and his life was stable. Who could have imagined that Heihefang City would suddenly be robbed and repaired one day? The robbery almost caused Fang Qingyuan to fall into it.

Thinking of how he fled in embarrassment back then, joy flashed in Fang Qingyuan's eyes, "Xue Dao, you also have today."

The flow of spiritual thoughts was so fast, these thoughts just flashed through Fang Qingyuan's mind.

Then he stretched out his right index finger and tapped the frozen blood wave three times on the ground.

'God-killing thorns, continuous attacks! '

Mi Chong covered his heart in pain. The shock that resounded through his soul made his talent for focusing on spatial structure become the thing he felt most deeply at this time.

The space vibrations caused by the God-killing thorns made even the insects in the distance feel uncomfortable. One can imagine what the bloody knife that had personally suffered three God-killing thorns was enduring.

As for the reason why the human world has not been cleared, Danmeng Han Ping also told Fang Qingyuan at the beginning that this is because the structure of the human world is complex and has evolved to a certain extent. If it is forcibly cleared, there is a risk that the magic weapon will collapse.

Three consecutive shots of the God-killing thorns, the consumption of the opponent's Qingyuan was also huge visible to the naked eye. In the Immortal Mansion, a strong wind roared, which was a storm caused by the rapid flow of vitality.

In addition to the human world and the current dark world, there is still a celestial world that is like a mountain fairyland. The remaining five lamp surfaces are all blank, leaving only the most basic structure, waiting for the new owner Fang Qingyuan. Outline and draw.

When the heavy blood lines were absorbed into the lamp surface, Fang Qingyuan clearly felt that the Eight Scenery Red Dust Palace Lantern in his hand became heavier.

"it's over?!"

It cannot be heard by the physical ears or seen by the eyes, but it resounds in the soul, like a huge tremor like a continuous landslide, from far to near, affecting the hearts of the three golden beasts in the distance.

But it's all worth it. Fang Qingyuan pursues saturation strikes, and his combat philosophy is to defeat the enemy in an instant without being able to fight back.

Therefore, these blood lines are also the first batch of negative energy in this dark world.

When Danmeng handed this palace lantern to Fang Qingyuan, the three lantern surfaces that contained color and were not blank were cleared of the original remnants in all spaces except the human world.

Forget about gossiping, after Fang Qingyuan put the huge blood energy missed by the blood knife into the lamp, Jin Bao, Qi Qi and Mi Chong also joined in at this time.

So Fang Qingyuan raised the octagonal palace lantern in his hand and pointed the deep, dark lantern at the blood wave on the ground.

Is it really just a lookalike?

"my heart!"

There was still disbelief on Qiqi's face. The blood cultivator, who had been so aggressive just now, seemed to be very powerful. However, after a short appearance, he was beaten into the appearance before him without even finishing a few words. Not to mention that he had How miserable.

'Bang bang bang! '

Fang Qingyuan had a flash of thought, and the blood wave on the ground became non-threatening because there was no core thought to support it.

In the next breath, every trace of blood was drawn into the palace lantern. Just like the human world in this lantern, this deep and dark realm is also a spatial structure, but the energy contained in it is biased towards negative energy.

"Can you be reborn with just a trace of blood? This blood knife can survive for so many years under the siege presided over by Gao Guangsheng. It does have some tricks."

Visible to the naked eye, the blood waves on the ground became thinner and thinner, but when Fang Qingyuan saw this scene, he was not at all happy. Just when the God-killing thorns were fired in succession, the core blood of the blood knife escaped deep into the ground and stayed in place. There was only a huge wave of blood that was powerless to fight back.

No, at this time, Qiqi also had some idea of ​​the identity of the blood cultivator just now. In the wilderness, although news circulated slowly, everyone still knew some high-end combat capabilities.

"It's over here, but the blood cultivator, that is, the blood sword's body has not been killed yet. The method just now only severely injured him. Now he should return to his lair. This is also a difficult place for the blood cultivator. As long as there is If even a trace of blood has not been removed, it cannot be said that he was completely killed."

Fang Qingyuan silently admired the Eight Scenery Palace Lantern in his hand. Under his spiritual perception, the blood energy from the blood knife was slowly being dissolved into the dark world, thereby enhancing the power of the lamp.

As a result, the expressions on the faces of the village children in the human world became a little more lively, and their smiles became more sincere.

"So should we withdraw now, or should we get rid of this guy once and for all?"

Qiqi looked at Fang Qingyuan, and her attitude and tone unknowingly became even lower, as if she had gradually become Fang Qingyuan's subordinate from the original cooperative relationship. Fang Qingyuan looked towards the direction where the blood knife came from before, which was the direction of the Awakening Lion Valley.

"His lair is probably in the Awakening Lion Valley. There are many ancient Nascent Soul beasts there. The old lion doesn't know when to go out for a walk, so it's better not to go. Right now, I still have one thing to do."

"What's the matter?"

"Go find that stupid guy who betrayed us and teach him a lesson. Let him understand that he is afraid of the blood knife, but he must be afraid of me even more!"

Under the black soil, the wind-breathing earth beast was curled up in a cavity of black soil, feeling silently sad. Just before, that hateful blood cultivator got into his body and forcibly absorbed a lot of his blood essence. .

The part that suffered the most was his slender tongue, which was originally his main means of attack, but it was overcome by the blood repair.

Currently, the wind-breathing earth beast's slender tongue like an anteater has dried up, and all the blood essence contained in it has been snatched away by the blood knife.

In the end, it was the Feng Xigui Earth Beast that conveyed its intention to beg for mercy and revealed the location of Fang Qingyuan and his party. Xuedao did not want to force him to fight against his family, so he left.

At this moment, the wind-breathing earth beast had tears in its eyes, stretched out its long claws, and carefully touched its long tongue, but was immediately shuddered by pain, and finally shed big tears.

But before the wind-breathing earth beast could calm down, he felt a five-color escaping light flying straight towards the lair where he was.

"Despicable guy, come out!"

A loud shout, accompanied by a strong soul shock, passed through the layers of black soil and reached the body of the wind-breathing earth beast.

Fang Qingyuan stood calmly in the void above the black soil, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the obstacles of the black soil, and firmly locked on the position of the wind-breathing earth beast.

After continuously absorbing the black soil for half a year, during the long process of wrapping the black soil with spiritual consciousness, and no less than ten thousand tons of detailed contact, Fang Qingyuan had a very clear analysis of this black soil.

Therefore, although the wind-breathing earth beast was hidden under the black earth, in Fang Qingyuan's eyes at this time, it looked very much like the scene seen in the observation room in the black earth abyss.

Now Fang Qingyuan's spiritual consciousness was spreading, and the wind-breathing earth beast appeared naked in front of him.

Hearing Fang Qingyuan's shouting, the wind-breathing earth beast first carefully observed to make sure that it was not the blood cultivator who came again. He was furious in his heart. There is nothing the blood cultivator can do to restrain me. You, a human golden elixir cultivator, dare to be so arrogant.

Suddenly, the black soil on the ground suddenly exploded, revealing the huge body of the Wind Breath Return Earth Beast. His Nascent Soul monster body released a frightening pressure, and he grabbed Fang Qingyuan with one claw at the head.

"Hmph, I want to test your strength."

Since forming the pill, Fang Qingyuan has fought against the bow-wielding Nascent Soul, and has not encountered any strong opponents since then.

Now, this wind-breathed earth beast can be used to verify his combat power after advancing to the fifth level of the golden elixir.

So, following the usual routine, the four true spirit figures appeared one by one and stood in front of Fang Qingyuan.

Fang Qingyuan's hands were empty at this time. His Eight Views of Red Dust Palace Lantern had been handed over to Qiqi for safekeeping. These three spiritual beasts were guarding the lantern from behind, so Fang Qingyuan could now take action without restraint.

The giant claws of the wind-breathing earth beast were caught by the sudden appearance of the White Tiger's True Spirit Technique, and then the Azure Dragon Technique wandered away, the Suzaku attacked, and the Black Tortoise sat aside.

Silently, a bright long bow appeared in Fang Qingyuan's left hand, and Fang Qingyuan's right hand slowly rested on the bow.

The arrow that had not been shot half a year ago finally had the time to be released after half a year.

The moment Fang Qingyuan's three fingers of his right hand rested on the bowstring, with Fang Qingyuan as the center, the spiritual energy within a hundred feet radius gathered eagerly toward both ends of the bowstring, as if they were wanderers being called.

At this moment, Fang Qingyuan's whole body was submerged in strong light, and with the clanking sound of 'Beng Beng', the 'Taihao City Bow' was gradually pulled into a semicircle.

In the distance, the wind-breeding earth beast was blocked by the four-headed constellation true spirit spells, shaking its head and tail. At this moment, the heart suddenly became cold. The source faced the true aura of death, causing the blood in his monster body to fall into ice coldness.

A huge amount of mana was being consumed, and the bodies of the four constellations in the distance were also rapidly thinning. At this time, Fang Qingyuan felt that with his current total amount of mana, it was still not enough to force the bow.

Is this my limit?

Looking at the half-open bowstring, Fang Qingyuan raised his head and roared in his heart.

Xianfu, let me see your limit!
As a result, the power of the Immortal Mansion, Fang Qingyuan's own magic power, and the spiritual power of hundreds of feet of void all around him gathered on the bowstring at this moment.

In the next breath, the bow became perfect, like a bright sun, emitting a light that could not be looked directly at!
(End of this chapter)