"How is this!how is it possible?" Song Yan almost subconsciously shouted out these words, he never thought that the statue of the lion king, who had always fought and achieved great success, was actually broken into several pieces in the barren and rooster, and it looked like there was no possibility of recovering at all.

Knowing that at this time, he had a clear understanding of the absurd's attack, and he could never have imagined that this absurd casual attack could actually shatter the eighth-level puppet. And this is still in the case of a corpse in the wilderness, if this guy has an autonomous consciousness, then Song Yan can't even imagine what his strength will do.

Song Yan was really a little dumbfounded at the moment, now that the means he relied on the most no longer existed, and unfortunately, he had not yet hid away from a safe distance. At this point, even if he thought about it on his heels, he could guess that he was really in trouble. This is not what can be described just now, this kind of scene can already be said to be nine deaths. At this time, Song Yan had nothing in his hand and could still do anything to the wilderness, thinking that the things in the Sword of the Clear Wind and the small mirror were not of high rank, although he could overcome obstacles when dealing with the general Martial Zun Divine Consciousness is Martial Sect. Even if they encounter the Martial King, they can even barely create some damage, but in the face of this obviously strong wilderness, they can only itch Huang Huang at most.

At this time, Song Yan's face gradually showed a grim expression, this desolation was much more powerful than he imagined.

At this time, he had no other choice but to use his most powerful means to buy himself some time. But in the body of the desolate, Song Yan didn't dare to be sure if he had a soul, so he didn't dare to use the eternal exile at all, the reason was that if he couldn't contain the desolate, then he would inevitably be unable to escape.

So at this time, Song Yan could only use his inheritance divine crystal from the snake people, although this kind of attack consumed a huge amount, but at this time Song Yan had no way, if he couldn't even fight back with turmeric, then he had only a dead end. "Hey!" Song Yan shouted in his heart, and then the Zangwu Flow Secret Technique in his body ran wildly, and thousands of small cyclones of various colors were connected on his body, and then a powerful force was released from these small cyclones, and then they all entered Song Yan's left eye, and his left eye was also blood-red at this time.

In the midst of the blood red, two small crystals suddenly appeared. Then they spun wildly at a very fast speed in Song Yan's eyes. In the end, the whites of Song Yan's eyes disappeared, and in his blood-red left eye was a penetrating depth. At this moment, Song Yan was going to unleash his strongest attack. However, just when he was about to attack the wilderness, he saw the originally menacing wilderness standing opposite him in a daze, and the eyes that were once extremely sick have become a little confused. It seems that he is also reminiscing about something.

"Opportunity!" Seeing this scene, Song Yan's heart moved, and then the two divine crystals in his left eye shot out two rays of light, one red and one black, in an instant, and these two rays of light were intertwined not far from the shot, and then they were like small snakes that had been intertwined for two days, thinking about the huge figure of the waste, they rushed over. In front of the huge figure, the light that has been lingering together in the past two days is really nothing, if you are attacked by him, you don't have to be pricked by a needle.

But Song Yan naturally knew what the result would be, so this time Song Yan was very smart not to attack any other position, but to attack straight towards the desolate eyes. In Song Yan's opinion, if this attack is right, then Huang will inevitably be completely defeated by this attack, although he will not directly kill the other party, but he can still do it to win valuable time for himself. But there was one voice that he didn't know, that is, when the light came, he didn't pay attention to the light, but focused all his attention on Song Yan's body, as if Song Yan's attack just now attracted him to something.

"Bang!" Soon, Song Yan's strongest blow hit Huang's eyes, but what made him a little devastated was that this attack did not bring any damage to Huang. After his eyes were hurt, he didn't make any moves, as if Song Yan had never attacked. "It's over!" This is the last sentence in Song Yan's heart at this time, just now he used sixty percent of his essence, and the secret technique of Zang Wuliu was exerted to the extreme, but it still had no effect, which made him not collapse, and at this time he could even see the huge mace on his head that he was about to boy.

However, after waiting quietly for a while, the expected huge mace did not fall on his head, on the contrary, Ara still remained as he was just now, motionless. Looking at the early here, Song Yan was very puzzled in his heart. "Is it dead?" of course not. After a moment of silence, Araku reached for one of his hands to his head and pulled out a yellow air mass the size of a fist. Song Yan was far away from an air mass, and Ma Shang realized that it was this air mass that controlled this desolation before. And now Huang seems to have recovered his thinking, not to mention whether he has thought of a treasure like Fang Tian's halberd, even if he has, he definitely does not have the ability to do the same as Emperor Zangwu. Therefore, at this time, Song Yan could only sigh at the power of Emperor Zangwu. After more than a dozen hours, Song Yan felt that he had come to a water-blue airspace.

Compared with the previous Wasteland Continent, this airspace has simply not changed, and it is dozens of times that of the Wasteland Continent. Song Yan's body had already felt his enormity just outside of this aqua blue at this time. So a heartfelt admiration couldn't help but rise in his heart. However, his admiration was not over, and Fang Tian drew a halberd and dragged her into this water blue. "Poof!" After a fierce sound of smashing water, Song Yan also landed safely. When he was on the periphery of this area, Song Yan felt that this water blue seemed to be water. It wasn't until he really smashed into this piece of water that he completely believed his judgment, and it turned out that this piece of water blue was really made up of water.

But fortunately, Song Yan is no stranger to anyone. He is invisible, so he is not afraid to encounter any water source. At this time, his body loved to soak in the water, and in front of him, there was a Fang Tian painting halberd quietly suspended. Song Yan's heart immediately burned when he saw this, you must know that this Fang Tian painting halberd is the weapon of Emperor Zangwu. And because Song Yan has cultivated the secret art of Tibetan flow, he has a deep sense of identity with this Fang Tian painting halberd in his heart, it seems that this is

"Oh my God, how could it be ......" Song Yan's eyes were already wide. He never thought that the corpse of this giant was actually Emperor Zangwu. "Doesn't it mean that the Great Emperor was persecuted to death by other people from the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths, and his bones are gone. But what's the matter with this giant in front of him?" Song Yan's heart was full of questions at this time, but he couldn't get an answer at all. And at this time, the emperor seems to have no spiritual intelligence, and he is completely an extreme who only knows killing, although the primordial god in his body who controls him has disappeared, but this does not prove that this Zangwu Emperor has regained consciousness.

At this time, Song Yan had given up all ideas of resistance. The person in front of him used to be Emperor Zangwu of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, although he was already dead at this time, but even if it was his corpse, it was not something that a small martial sect could underestimate. Song Yan waited for Emperor Zangwu's punishment in silence, but after waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the expected attack still did not befall Song Yan. Seeing this scene, Song Yan felt extremely puzzled, but immediately his feeling of wonder disappeared. I saw that Emperor Zangwu raised a hand and shook it slightly at Song Yan, although it was only a controllable grip, Song Yan immediately had a strong sense of forbiddenness.

Song Yan knew that this was the method used by the emperor to restrain the other party when he was fighting with the young man surnamed Jian. Now that he is using it for himself without warning, it seems that this emperor still does not plan to leave by himself. Song Yan thought of this, and felt a deep sense of unwillingness, he still had a lot of things to do, Zhang Rui had not been rescued by him, and he didn't know if he had been resurrected, and Yueya Hua Xileng and Zhang Qiu were waiting for him to go back. And now it seems that there will not be that day. Song Yan thought of this and showed deep despair, but Emperor Zangwu opposite him did not immediately smash him with a stick after restraining him.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and pressed a Buddha on his mace, and the hideous mace instantly changed back to the original appearance of Fang Tian's halberd. But this one was not finished, I saw Emperor Zangwu holding one end of Fang Tian's halberd with his hand, and threw his other one towards the sky. "With my life, start the cycle of years, rule the light, dark, wasteland, Yan Ming, ghosts, two days and three places. The power of the belief of the level of beings, build the Immortal Heaven Ladder!Send the descendants of Wuzang Wu to ascend the Immortal Palace!" After his groan fell, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which had already flown into the sky, suddenly grew infinitely, and finally connected to the ground before it was over. And on the other end of Fang Tian's painting halberd, there was even a large hole in the sky, which looked extremely empty, and the half step of that Fang Tian's painting halberd didn't know where it had reached at this time. Just as Song Yan was staring blankly at this change, the sound map of Emperor Zangwu still sounded. "I don't care who you are, and I don't care if you get the Zangwuliu secret technique. The exercises on your body have reached the point where they can activate my last resort, so I will give you a blessing. But remember, there are dangers and opportunities here!

"Get up!" With his last roar, Song Yan's body suddenly floated up, and in the middle of his body floating, the tail of the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that had reached nearby just touched Song Yan's body, and then, as if he had this reason, he firmly sucked Song Yan's body. And the next second later, there was a whoosh, and it flew into the air at an extremely fast speed. "What's going on?" Song Yan was suspicious in his heart, but when his body had just been flying into the air, a huge roar came from his original ground. Then Song Yan subconsciously looked back, only to see that a huge round pit had appeared in the place where Emperor Zangwuliu was standing, and the Zangwu Emperor, who was as tall as a giant, had turned into a cloud of debris and no longer existed.

Seeing this, Song Yan was shocked in his heart, and he realized that the reason why this Zangwu Emperor's body remained until now was that he was looking for someone who cultivated the secret technique of Guozang Wuliu. It seems that he is a lucky one. After a stick of incense, Song Yan had already rushed out of the wasteland continent where he was originally located, and in front of him was a silent darkness, but in this darkness, one or two points of light like fireflies flashed from time to time. But Song Yan didn't have the heart to close the surrounding scenery at this time, he was still thinking about the words of Emperor Zangwu just now. Since it is a blessing for himself, it should not be bad in comparison, as for the danger, Song Yan didn't take it to heart. In the years he had been cultivating, he had never seen any danger. It can be said that he is already a person who has gone through strong winds and waves. The Fang Tian painting halberd in front of him was still there, and he continued to fly. Song Yan also already knew that this method was quite simple to say, that is, to draw Fang Tian's halberd with infinite length, let him reach his destination first, and then bring it himself, and then just give Fang Tian the halberd an order, so that he himself would be the same. In that case, Fang Tian's halberd would quickly retract, and he would be taken to another place in the process of this club.

However, although Song Yan can see through this Eight Methods at a glance, if he wants to show it with his ability, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream. Let's not talk about whether he has a treasure like Fang Tian's halberd, even if he does, he definitely doesn't have the ability to do it like Emperor Zangwu. Therefore, at this time, Song Yan could only sigh at the power of Emperor Zangwu.

Low to the top of Fang Tian's painting halberd, the next intentional scene appeared, this Fang Tian's painting halberd shook slightly, and then his halberd body that had become mottled immediately reappeared with brilliance, at first it was a little bit, but soon, this luster immediately did not slow down the entire halberd body. Then a subtle sensation suddenly appeared in Song Yan's heart, and it was only at this time that Song Yan was sure that he had made contact with this Fang Tian Painting Halberd. "In that case, why don't I refine him directly!"

After seeing that he could really make a connection with Fang Tian's painting halberd, Song Yan simply didn't do anything, and directly sprinkled a large amount of blood. Later, as more and more blood was dripping on him, the luster on this Fang Tian painting halberd became brighter and brighter, and in the end, it was almost exactly the same as the luster that Emperor Zangwu once used to use. Seeing this, Song Yan was arrogant in his heart, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, and pinched the next little Fang Tian Painting Halberd with his fingers, only to see that Aini's Fang Tian Painting Halberd immediately floated to the top of Song Yan's head as if it was psychic, and hung motionlessly, and Song Yan also closed his eyes slightly, and began to chant words in his mouth.

Doing so is refining the magic weapon. In fact, no matter what level of magic weapon it is, it will only expand its power to the maximum after refining. However, this method of refining is also extremely harsh, and at most one person can refine two magic weapons.

(End of chapter)