Rebirth – City Cultivation

The ancient devil is dead!

This respect is to reach the peak of Jindan, and bear the blood of the royal family. As long as he is an adult, he can be promoted to the horrible existence of Yuan Ying Tianjun. It was actually torn by Chen Fan!

Although the soul of the ancient demon is still there, the real body is left after the magic body is dispersed. But the magic core has been broken, just like the broken Jin Dan, no chance to recover.

Countless ancient Mozu warriors, face like a gray, can not believe.

It’s Zhao’s sacred fairy, and it’s also taking a breath:

"I am going, he really killed the ancient demon? That is the Son of the ancient Mozu, the descendants of the ancient devil."

Zhao Jianxian was really scared at this time, even those who destroyed the Chinese in the past were weaker than the background of the ancient devil. No matter how strong the 10,000-dollar system is, it does not dare to claim that it is stronger than the ancient Mozu.

‘This guy is definitely a madman. ’

Zhao is a fairy.

In fact, at this time, the soul of the ancient devil is also roaring!

"Are you crazy? Why do you want to fight to the end? Don't know which ones will hurt?"

The ancient demon is going crazy.

In the final blow, Chen Fan was also extremely injured. The scorpion magic sword directly broke the Tianming sword into two pieces, and then a sword broke into the shoulder of Chen Fan, almost cut Chen Fan's body and killed Chen Fan.

Even now, countless black light is still shining in the wounds of Chen Fan.

Even the Qing Emperor's longevity, facing a peak Jin Dan, holding the last strike of Zhun Tianbao, seems to be powerless. Despite the lingering, it is difficult to recover.

"The loss is big, it is worth it to kill you."

Chen Fan said calmly.

Then, regardless of the roar of the ancient demon son, Chen Fan played the law, and a group of blue light flashed, and the soul of the ancient demon saint and its magic body were sealed, especially those blood, and Chen Fan Collect it up. Then, I caught the sword of the sky.

Such a pure blood royal family, its blood is so precious, not inferior to the descendants of the beast.

With the ancient devil, you can completely refine a rare world, you can re-condense a **** Yuan Dan.

"Unfortunately, it is already late."

Despite getting the ancient demon son, Chen Fan still smiles and looks up.

I saw that outside the two peaks, the thunderclouds covering a radius of three thousand miles, covering half of the sky, endless, a chaotic electric dragon, spinning and jumping in the thundercloud, when the time is hidden, each dragon, They all shine in different colors, representing the gods of different attributes, up to thousands of feet.

Chen Fan knows that when Thundercloud completely and completely condensed, it was when the thunder robbery fell. And because he forcibly mobilized Yuan Dan, the battle was finally over, and the robbery could not be avoided.

"Call, but this battle, for me, the loss is too heavy."

Chen Fan took a deep breath.

In this battle, among the five Yuan Dan, four Yuan Dan were broken, leaving only the last Xuanwu Yuandan.

The other three are okay to say, but the Qing Emperor Yuan Dan is the **** of Yuan Dan who has already consolidated Dacheng. If you can't find the wood-based **** medicine, the **** tree, and the gods, I am afraid that it will take more than a few times to reunite. Especially now, the thunder and robbery is coming, even if Chen Fan is not willing, he can only rob the scalp.

Chen Fan originally conceived that the idea of ​​five gods Yuan Dan condensed into the ‘congenital five-deity sacred product Jindan’ was completely ruined.

"However, the goddess Jindan is also OK. Xuanwu is the supreme being in the beast, even if it is a godlike golden dragon, it is far beyond the ancient demon son, the gods and gods, etc. I do not need to cultivate to the late Jindan, You can hang them."

Chen Fan shook his head.

He, who has always made a decision, will not regret it.

Moreover, Jin Dan is condensed, and it is not impossible to regret it. Even the gods know that they are looking for Tiantian and reshaping Jindan. Chen Fan, a former monk of the robbery period, naturally knows several ways to re-condense Jin Dan.

"Hey."

Chen Fan took the Xu Jian's magic sword and shook it step by step. He descended from the void and landed next to Zhao.

He stepped on the mountain and almost fell on a cockroach. At this time, the horrible ancient demon swords still raged in Chen Fan’s body, and Chen Fan was in an unprecedented period of weakness.

Four Yuan Dan were broken, and one Yuan Dan was exhausted.

At this moment, Chen Fan, on the combat power, I am afraid that it is not much stronger than Zhao.

"Give me the law, this seat should quickly restore mana, and thunder in a state of prosperity."

Chen Fanzheng slammed the sword with his sword, and then sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, and ordered Zhao to sing a singer, and quickly sank into cultivation.

Hula!

With the promotion of Qi Peng Tian Gong, a huge black vortex emerged after Chen Fan's death. The surrounding aura was as solid as the aura, turned into a long dragon, and was inhaled into Chen Fan's body. Then, on his head, the virtual shadow of the chaotic tree was unfolded, and the hole was opened, and a hole was cut out to meet the spirit of the wood spirit and instilled in Chen Fan.

Almost one time to finger.

Chen Fan’s breath quickly stabilized and began to gradually increase. The green mans of Zhou’s body gradually grew, and pressed the ancient demon sword at the wound. Xuanwu Yuandan is also recovering rapidly.

Zhao Xianxian saw this scene, his eyes flashed a cold mang, and his heart was full of heart.

At this time, there is no doubt that Chen Fan is the weakest time. If you miss this opportunity, let Chen Fan recover. In his life, don't want to beat Chen Fan. However, Zhao is immortal and does not shoot.

Because in the two peaks, in addition to him, there are 100,000 ancient demons, and seven or eight demons will survive. In particular, the last silver armor will be no less powerful than him.

"Kill, revenge for the Son!"

Many devils, obviously also see Chen Fan weak.

The silver armor will shout, and the remains of many ancient demons, like an ant, with a slap in the air, to Chen Fanchong.

"Do not hurt my Terran arrogance."

Zhao’s singularity is righteous, and he rises into the sky, turning into a big man and stopping the silver armor. But the other seven or eight devils, as well as the 100,000 Mozu warriors, were let go of him intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhao Jianxian is absent-minded to block the silver armor, while the corner of his eye is looking at Chen Fan.

He believes that Chen Fan will never be able to do so, and he must have a card.

really.

"Dangdang!"

A clear sound of the sword in the void.

The sword of the heavenly sword, which was inserted at the top of the mountain, actually burst into the air and turned into a Tongtian Jianhong, which will split a magical one into two. Immediately afterwards, the black hole that devours behind Chen Fan suddenly unfolds and turns into a hundred miles.

The horrible suction came from the madness.

Countless magic soldiers, suddenly like the dumplings, followed by two or three black holes to absorb, and then instantly swallowed black holes to wear out. Every ancient Mozu warrior has a congenital repair. Their magical powers are turned into a sleek spirit to instill in Chen Fan's body.

"This is a trap!"

A demon will scream.

The other magic soldiers also reacted, and suddenly they could not wait for the aunt to give herself a pair of feet and desperately fled. But how terrible is the power of Qi Peng’s heavenly power? That devours the black hole, grows again, and covers a full circle for three hundred miles.

In the end, not only the 100,000 magic soldiers, but even the seven or eight demons will be sucked into the hole and turned into life force, supplemented into Chen Fan.

"Hey."

Zhao Jianxian was shocked by this scene, and he was so scared that he suddenly fell to the ground and did not dare to resist.

And the silver armor will be roaring, flying wildly outside the two peaks, and regardless of its strength, whether it can survive in the Netherstorm.

"call."

How large is the essence of the 100,000 innate monk?

Chen Fan’s body, quickly recovered at the speed visible to the body, almost disappeared between the fingers, and the sword marks disappeared. His body, shining blue light, like the immortal **** gold cast, Xuanwu Yuandan, also quickly climbed to the peak, full of eggs.

Four Yuan Dan, once again condensed in Chen Fan.

The four emperors of Qingdi, Kunpeng, Lei Ze and Zhenwu surround each other.

It is a pity that they only have large rice grains, and there are still hundreds of thousands of miles away from the peak of Yuan Dan. Those laws are just virtual shadows. Compared with the basaltic gods, the gap is too far.

About half an hour later.

Chen Fan sighed and slowly stood up.

His breath is stronger than ever. Even without having to go before the war, Xuanwu Yuandan has doubled, and the mana can be compared to Jindan. But Chen Fan’s face still shows the color of loneliness.

"Unfortunately, the time is too short. If you give me another half a year, no, three months, I will be able to concoct two more gods. By then, you can try and force the holy product Jindan. Even if only A semi-finished product, but it is much better than the current one."

Chen Fan sighed.

Unfortunately, after all, it is impossible to recover.

Over the top of his head, the horrible thunder that shrouded the three thousand miles, eventually fell.

this moment.

The entire two peaks, all Warcraft, are on the ground, dare not make a slight voice. Zhao Xianxian bowed even more, and he was shaking from the soul to the flesh. They only think that it seems that the end of the world is coming.

"Boom!"

The thunder shook for nine days and the electric dragon roared.

Demonstration of the demon, the thunder and the thunder, the five elements of the gods, the destruction of the gods and thunder, the meta-magnetic **** thunder.... There are dozens of kinds of gods and thunders, shining in the thunderclouds. Every kind of **** mine represents a force that destroys the earth and destroys the earth. Once it is lowered, it is enough to blow up the rice **** into a powder.

"This... this is a thunder, it is obviously a baby robbing."

Zhao Xianxian was scared, and even the human form could not be maintained. He directly turned into a swallowing python and screamed on the ground.

Only Chen Fan, holding hands proudly, looks up to the sky.

"But, since the robbery is approaching, and it is inevitable, then it will be difficult to get on. Even if it is not a sacred product, what about Jindan? I will have a chance to make up later."

Chen Fan gritted his teeth and his eyes were cold as iron.

Roar!

The true form of Xuanwu, roaring behind him, turned into a heavenly law, and swayed the earth, facing many thunders. It seems to be attracted by Xuanwu. Numerous Leilong whistling at the same time, quickly condensing into a thunderbolt that is going through the sky, and it will be lowered.

But at this time, it is just the moment when the thunderstorm is about to land.

"Hey!"

An unprecedented incitement filled the heart of Chen Fan. In the deepest part of his soul, a glimpse of the fairy light, violently exploding, and instantly into the Xuanwu Yuandan.

The original black-and-white basalt Yuan Dan was shot by this fairy light, and turned into a light wheel that shines. That light wheel is so embarrassing, so dazzling, so brilliant.

With the eternal eternal breath, like the immortal world of the ages, it is above nine days, and even the thunderclouds outside the two peaks seem to be at its feet.

When I saw the moment of smearing the fairy light, Chen Fan was dumbfounded.

"This...how is it a bit like the nine days of fairy light I saw when I was in the past?"