Because this spear is a combination of these kinds, the speed is terrifying, and Fan Zushou's divine thoughts can't keep up anyway. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Zushou knew that it was not that the speed of his divine thoughts was not as fast as his divine thoughts, but that the inheritance of the Qingzhou Secret Realm had interfered with his divine thoughts.

Fan Zushou was very angry and scolded those who were obsessed with helping him.

Hatred followed, and Fan Zushou began to use the power of ancient spells to curse those ancestors.

"Hurry up and dissipate for me!"

It was the power of the ancient spell that went out again, and it fell on the throne condensed behind the brave man, and the throne shook violently, and something faintly passed from the throne.

The many obsessions on the throne really dissipated somewhat, and the rest of them roared with anger.

"Fan Zushou, you are going to break the inheritance of the beast cultivation clan!"

"Fan Zushou, you bastard! You are simply a disgrace to beast cultivation!"

Fan Zushou didn't think he was a shame, because in his opinion, it was the shame of the beast cultivator to help the ancestors of the two human races, Pu Xingtang and Xiao Yong.

As for breaking the inheritance of the beast cultivation clan, the inheritance of the beast cultivation clan is that as long as the beast cultivation clan can continue to exist like this, it will not be considered the severance of the inheritance.

"Do you really regard the inheritance of the Qingzhou Secret Realm as the inheritance of the Beast Cultivation Clan? You think too highly of yourself!" Fan Zushou was also annoyed, and even more hateful.

"You were so powerful at the beginning, why did you still retreat to the Qingzhou Secret Realm? If you fought everywhere, and now it is revealed that it is all from our beast cultivation clan! And I and my clansmen will not be reduced to that desolate place, let alone suffer a lot!"

Conquest is to kill people, people are dead, can there be descendants? I am afraid that there will be no such No. 1 beast cultivator as Fan Zushou in this world at that time.

Fan Zushou didn't mean this, what he thought was that if the powerful beast cultivator turned all the races in the world into a beast cultivator, the secret realm of Qingzhou would always belong to the beast cultivator, and there would be no situation where the human race was anti-guest-oriented.

How did Fan Zushou know that in ancient times, it was a time when masters were like clouds, and at that time, there were many realms of accepting gods, and there were many realms of gathering, and even the realm of painting and performing heaven and earth was also several.

Under such circumstances, it would be a fool's dream and a suicide attempt to turn all the races in the world into a beast cultivator.

Xiao Yong also has the meaning of self-suicide at this moment.

He had been weakened by the ancient spells so much that he was injured at a terrifying speed, and in such a situation, he still needed to collide with the wall of isolation built by the Qingzhou Picture Scroll.

The flying sword is too fast, and there is a possibility of being shattered in a collision with a hard thing, and the brave body is stronger than the ordinary flying sword, but that was before he was affected by the power of ancient spells, and now it is ...... It's not necessarily as good as an ordinary flying sword.

Xiao Yong can't care about so much, the fact that the power of the ancient spell comes from the seven-headed and seven-tailed beast is too terrifying, if you don't want to find a way to hold it in your hands or destroy it, today he and Pu Xingtang have to explain here.

"A piece of flesh that has been sacrificed is so strong, what about the real seven-headed and seven-tailed beast?"

Xiao Yong couldn't imagine that powerful, and in this unimaginable, the spear head of the broken bone hit the wall of isolation.

"Click!"

The broken bones were no longer shattered, and cracks appeared in the walls of the barrier.

"Click!"

The power of the metamorphosis that was part of the barrel of the gun could not have been shattered, but the bones of the hand holding the broken bones were shattered.

"Click!"

The throne, which was part of the barrel of the gun, was not broken, but several other obsessions in it shattered and dissipated.

Fan Zushou clearly heard these "click" sounds, his hair stood on end, and his pupils shrank.

"You're a madman!"

Fan Zushou roared at Xiao Yong, Xiao Yong was not affected by his words, but was disturbed by the curse brought by his words.

There are more crazy thoughts in my mind, such as hitting my head against the wall of separation, such as bombarding with my fist, in short, it is crazy to have no effect, but will get in the way.

With such a thought, it is impossible for Xiao Yong to follow it, and he forcibly reminded himself that he can't do it.

Fan Zushou saw that his curse was ineffective, and the old trick was reused, and it was he who pointed the finger at Pu Xingtang, who was brave and saved.

"Seal your six senses! Cut off your limbs!"

Two unprecedentedly huge ancient spell powers poured out from Fan Zushou's body, turning into two sharp arrows, aiming at Pu Xing Candy.

Xiao Yong realized that he didn't use his body to block it, and he couldn't use his body to block it at the moment, he was crazy to urge the power of mortal transformation, and use it to push the ferocious aura on the broken bones into the interior of the wall of isolation, exposing it to the power of ancient spells.

If the hungry wolf smelled blood, the hungry wolf, who should have gone far to find food, turned around and ran to the source of the blood, that is, the power of the two ancient spells that turned into sharp arrows, gave up the apricot candy and attacked the ferocious qi.

It's still the kind of invasion that both want each other, so the source of the ferocious aura, the broken bones also have their own movements, it is its explosion, at the cost of injuring the brave palm, and it burrows into the wall of isolation with its strength.

And then...... The broken bone slammed headlong into the arrows of two sharp arrows.

The arrow then shattered, and with it the body of the arrow, and then it was no longer intrusive, it was devoured.

Fan Zushou knew that something was wrong, because the broken bones that had devoured the power of the two ancient spells "looked" at him.

But the next moment, Fan Zushou's eyes lit up.

Broken bones seem to want his current heart, and he can give it, but there is one condition, that is, the broken bones will also become his heart.

In other words, if you want to merge the two into one, it is better to choose the place where the two become one is in his heart.

Fan Zushou wittily passed on this idea to Broken Bones, and in his opinion, Broken Bones has its own consciousness.

Broken bones are not conscious, they are the most fundamental instincts, and if they do not have the ability to think, they will not make choices, they will only do what they should do most.

"Whoosh!"

The broken bones struck away, breaking open Fan Zushou's chest and plunging headlong into his heart.

Fan Zushou showed despair, but he would not stop to save himself because of despair, he was quite decisive! so decisive that as soon as the broken bone plunged into his heart, he raised his hand to cut open his chest and took it away with one move.

Fan Zushou is a beast cultivator, the realm is very high, if he lacks a heart, he will not be able to die for a while, taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Zushou stared at Xiao Yong with cold eyes, and said coldly: "You give me death!"

Raise your hand and throw.

The strange flesh pierced with broken bones smashed into Xiao Yong in a straight trajectory.

Xiao Yong wanted to hide, but there was something he didn't want to hide, it was the picture scroll of Qingzhou, he no longer constituted a wall of isolation, but a forehead like a roll of cloth entangled him.

There is no way to dodge, only hard blocking.

However, the sudden appearance of a figure cut off his movements, causing his pupils to shrink to as small as a pin's eye.