Library of Heaven’s Path

The bodies of the two false gods were collected, and the suspension was carried forward with the crowd.

Not far away, a fairy warrior appeared in the Xianjun Jingfeng Temple. After the killing, he saw a round table appear in front of him.

"This is an opportunity to break through the false gods, you are going!"

Not coming forward, Zhang Suhang on a fairy road.

"Thank you, Lord..."

The genius was grateful and nodded, entered into it, and cultivated himself, and felt that the strength of the body, like boiling, would break through at any time.

The crowd continued to move forward, and soon, two round tables were found.

There must be a guardian of the shrine in front of each round table. For other people, there is definitely no way, but for Zhang Suo, it is extremely simple.

Kill the guarded warrior, arrange the two elders of Hongwu, and continue to walk.

I saw a round table again, and my body swayed and sat down.

I calm down and feel the surrounding, immediately swaying a special power, which is completely different from the aura that was absorbed in the abandoned mainland. The cultivation of Xianjun’s peak is in this breath, and I will break through at any time.

"Unfortunately, I broke through the practice of the false gods and have not yet tapped it out..."

After practicing for a while, I couldn’t help but shake my head.

That idea has been scrutinized in the Spring and Autumn Annals, but until now, it has not been successful.

In this case, if there is a forcible impact, there is an opportunity to accomplish the false gods, but... there is no suitable method, but it will leave hidden dangers for future progress, and it will not pay for it!

call!

Grab the big hand and put the breath of the round table into a jade bottle and put it into the storage ring.

Entering the round table, he also understands that breaking through the false **** relies on this special aura. This thing is the same as the ancient holy gas in the famous mainland. Once the practice is pushed, it can be broken anytime and anywhere!

Leave the round table and move on.

In the passage, this kind of round table seems to be quite a lot. After a while, I found one. The warrior who handled the guards stopped, and Zhang paused for a moment, and a similar avatar, drilled in.

After a while, the breakthrough is achieved, reaching the realm of pseudo-god.

Continue to move forward, and soon, the dragons, the nine-headed fire phoenix beasts and other fairy tales and fairy beasts, all successfully broke through.

"When you go this way, you will not be able to reach the temple one day..."

All the beasts around them have reached the level of pseudo-god. Many Xianjun peaks and long swords have also been placed in this kind of atmosphere to raise the temperature. They have the opportunity to become a magic weapon of the pseudo-deity. Zhang Hang can only look ahead.

The bridge is still immersed in the darkness, I don't know how far it is, I can't see the end.

This bridge only opens for a day, so if you go on, you will not be able to reach the so-called temple. The so-called robbing of the word "God" will become empty talk.

The number of these stone platforms is certain. Once the word "God" is successfully captured, a sect will be like the Tongshen Temple, and countless false gods can be born, and even pseudo-deity weapons can be cast.

Really continuous, no longer subject to the other side!

only……

The temple has always wanted to kill him, besieged many times, did not succeed, really want to go, will it be ambushed?

“Tongtianqiao can only be opened once in a hundred years. The temple may have the opportunity to enter the realm of the gods. No matter how dangerous it is, look at it!”

After a pause, the figure disappeared in place, and appeared again after a while. I had already changed a blue gown and flew forward.

Without a bridge, even if you break through the false gods, you can't find the temple. If you miss this opportunity, you need to wait another hundred years... For such a long time, it is better to take a risk.

In front, there is no round table, and there is a certain amount of this thing.

These things, the first two, no samurai guardian, the basics of the back, that is, the default of the temple is to let two of the six masters break through, behind, except for the Confucius and Lingyun Shouge Strong, almost no one can come, let alone use it.

Once in a hundred years, most of the six major sects have only broken one person. For thousands of years, only a few dozen have been accumulated.

The aura in these round tables was completely taken away, and a long sword appeared at the foot. The body was spurred by the sword, and the speed of the suspension suddenly increased.

It has been a waste of nearly three hours for many beasts to break through and collect the aura in the round table. It is almost impossible to speed up and enter the temple!

The sword of God is pervasive, and the speed of Zhang Suhang is faster than that of the general pseudo-deity.

However, this bridge is too long.

After three consecutive flights, I don’t know how far, I still didn’t see the end.

"Come back and forth in one day, and break into the temple... How could it be done!" It has been six hours since the entrance to the temple, and it has been half a day. I haven’t seen the end yet. Is it impossible to reach his current strength?

According to the previous records, once the bridge is gone, it will not fall back to the stone, and it is very likely that it will fall into the broken space. In the end, it is hard to survive.

Half a day passed, half the time!

"Floating another hour..."

Pause for a moment, Zhang hanging teeth.

In the previous three hours, I did not go all out. According to the calculation, if I return at this moment, I will be able to return to Tianshi at four hours.

In other words, take another hour to see if you still can't reach the temple, you can only return the original way!

In the body, Xianli runs, exhausts all efforts, and speeds up.

After half an hour, I couldn't see the end of the bridge deck, and there was a change. A dark hall in the void was slowly coming to my attention.

"It’s far enough... When the Confucius and Lingyun Swordsmen sent their ancestors, they were able to enter them. They were only stronger than the present, and they were only weak or weak..."

When I saw the temple, Zhang sang a sigh of relief and felt at the same time.

Although he is the peak of Xianjun, but the real strength is stronger than the ordinary pseudo-god, and then cooperate with the sword of the gods, the mysterious turtle and other beasts, it is difficult to catch up, this speed is actually continuous After flying for more than six hours, I saw...

The length of the bridge is really scary!

Confucius and others can successfully enter it. It must have passed such a long bridge. The speed is fast, and it is stronger than itself.

The palace is huge, suspended in the air, and seems to be set in the dark, and it flew for about a quarter of an hour. Zhang Hang came to the front.

Oops!

It seems that feeling of life is coming, the gate of the palace is slowly opening.

As soon as the body swayed, Zhang hanged in.

As soon as I entered the door, the portal of the main hall was slowly closed. The palace was originally dark and inky. Countless torches burned in an instant and illuminate the surroundings.

Huh!

There are ten figures flashing around, each one is calm and can't see the depth!

They are all false gods!

It is a temple, a false **** that is rarely seen outside. Here, it appears to be a double digit.

"I know that the temple is encircling you, and I dare to come here, Zhang Hang, you are not afraid!"

In the middle of the throne, the flame burned, a tall, tall figure, suddenly appeared, standing above the flame, just like coming out of the fire, the long coat covered the face, the face was not clear, the voice was cold, no feelings .

"Abandoning the mainland, there are countless geniuses. I am just wondering why I am chasing after me. Is it because I understand the meaning of the sword of God?"

In this case, Zhang Hang has long guessed that he is not nervous, but frowns.

Since he came to God, he has been very low-key, and the result is still being attacked by the temple three times in a row. It is really unclear what is going on.

"The meaning of the sword of God?"

The figure on the throne is cold and cold: "Only by this thing, it is not worth the shot of the temple!"

"That..." Zhang frowned.

The figure said: "You should come from the famous mainland!"

"Do you know the famous teacher mainland?" Zhang Hang eyebrows.

"I want to live..."

Nor does it explain that the figure on the throne is a big hand.

Oh!

Ten false gods, the shrine of the shrine, immediately surrounded.

"It’s not that easy to catch me!"

Since I dared to come to the temple, I knew that there was definitely danger. Zhang hanged back and shook hands.

call! call!

Before the Tongtianqiao, the bodies of the two false gods who received the ring suddenly appeared.

boom!

It only exploded at a time.

On the way, he has already separated his spirit and refining these two bodies into a soulless person.

"Humph!"

The power of the explosion has not completely spread, and it is cold and cold. Immediately after the temple, the light shines. The next moment, the power that is stirred up is forbidden, and the sound of "啵!" is dissipated in place.

Zhang Hang's face sinks.

I thought that the two false gods blew themselves at the same time, at least to give him some time. I didn't expect that the defensive array of the temple was too strong, and the power generated by the impact was dissipated and invisible.

"escape!"

When the palm of the hand trembled, the Tongshang sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Suhang gently stroked it. The sword of the gods spread out and fell to the closed door of the temple.

Tong Changjian, originally only a step in the pseudo-deity, on the way, borrowed the aura in the round table, successfully broke through, with the sword of the gods, the power is very strong, the ordinary pseudo-deity strong, even a trick is not live.

Hey!

The sword fell on the portal and made a sound of steel crossfire. Even a white seal didn't leave.

"Don't this door be a fake magic weapon?"

Zhang can't believe it.

The pseudo-sacred Tongshang sword, in conjunction with the sword of the gods, the strength of the cold sword autumn, did not dare to straighten its own edge, this door was hit, no damage, no trace left, the level is high, can not imagine!

"Don't make unnecessary struggles..."

It seems that he has long known that he will have this expression, surrounded by the pseudo-deity of the strong, while laughing, and shot together.

A giant net made up of Xianli, descending from the sky, blinking the eye, will hang all the retreats, all sealed.

"broken!"

The sword gas poured out again from the tip of the sword, and Zhang Hang fit and rushed over to the giant net.

call!

There is no such thing as Jianqi. It seems that the giant net does not exist. Zhang Suan only feels that the body is tight, and the bundled ones are solid, and the body force is also like being imprisoned.

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