"One hundred and eight golden veins...... This son actually surpassed me with four golden lines...... It's even a ...... of four golden stripes that surpass me!"

Even after Han Xiao witnessed Fang Zhi's talent with his own eyes, Rao is powerful martial arts power, and his heart was full of terrifying waves.

The thunder in the sky was roaring, roaring, unleashing terrifying divine might.

It raged between heaven and earth, and once Fang Zhi stopped carving, the Heavenly Tribulation would rush to the sky, thus obliterating this sixteen-year-old boy who was against the heavens.

This terrifying and earth-shattering tribulation was enough to annihilate the mountains and rivers, and Fang Zhi would never be able to stop it!

A heavenly tribulation descended, and Fang Zhi would be annihilated into flying ashes in an instant.

But Fang Zhi didn't know.

He was completely immersed in martial arts, like a madman, desperately climbing forward, desperately just to make himself stronger!

All the disturbances of the outside world, the lightning and thunder in the cabinet, failed to disturb him.

The one hundred and eight gold patterns gradually carved a beginning!

At this moment, Fang Zhi's body turned into a huge whirlpool, turning into a huge whale, like a bottomless pit, devouring all the Yuan Force around him!

And the Yuan Force that Han Xiao gave Fang Zhi was actually slightly insufficient at this moment!

The Yuan Force that was differentiated from this was like water the size of a pond, which was sucked empty by a huge whale in an instant, and the seemingly majestic Yuan River in his dantian was drained away by four-fifths in an instant, leaving only a little bit of Yuan Force!

The one hundred and eighth golden pattern, step out, you can't get it back!

Tattoo this rune, if your Yuan Power is insufficient, this golden pattern will be sucked into a dry corpse until the golden pattern appears.

"Senior......" Fang Zhi's eyes were blood-red, and he instantly realized the danger, and let out a low shout!

Han Xiao noticed something unusual, and couldn't help but say something, and transferred two rolling Yuan Springs from above to melt into Fang Zhi's body.

After this, Fang Zhi's pain was alleviated a little, and the Yuan Force that had been evacuated from the dantian was also quickly filled at this moment!

The one hundred and eighth golden pattern, under this, one-third is also carved out!

Meanwhile.

Above the northern sky, there is a luxurious flying dragon boat.

It's not so much a dragon boat as a palace.

This palace is not much better than the main palace of some dynasties.

A stunning girl in a white plain dress stood in the corridor, looking at the green mountains and white clouds behind her, stunned, with a little sluggishness on her face, and a trace of sadness and sadness between her eyebrows.

Ordinary people can see at a glance that the girl has something on her mind!

And this girl is Lin Jing!

"Miss, Canghai Sect is already three thousand miles away, can't you still let it go?" a yellow-robed old woman figure gradually appeared beside Lin Jing and said softly.

"Our separation is only distance, and in my heart, he is in the same room as me. Lin Jing spit out this sentence softly, with sadness that could not be concealed.

The old woman sighed faintly, and said softly: "Xuan Qingzi is still in the Canghai Sect, can he be safe, Miss, you have just experienced the catastrophe, go back and recuperate first." ”

Seven days ago!

Lin Jing entered the Yuan Dan with one hundred and four golden patterns!

On that day, the thunderclouds of 700 miles in the Northern Regions, because of the protection of Xuan Qingzi and the old woman, Lin Jing calmly survived the catastrophe!

"Grandma Gu Chen, what do you say my brother is doing in the Medicine King Valley now?" Lin Jing looked at the vast sky, and suddenly asked this paragraph.

The old woman shook her head with a wry smile and said, "I know, maybe he is collecting spiritual treasures." ”

"Miss, my master once said to me that only lovesickness in the world is difficult to break, and I was advised not to be moved. But now that I see your soulless lovesick appearance every day, it seems that the master did not lie to me. The old woman also had a trace of remembrance in front of her eyes.

"Grandma Nanchen, it is reported that your master Guchen Sage, when he entered the Yuan Dan, he engraved one hundred and seven golden patterns, is it true?" Lin Jing turned his head to look at the old woman and asked softly.

When the old woman heard this, a light smile and pride appeared on her wrinkled face, and her eyes flashed with reminiscence, and she replied: "Yes! It is reported that on the day when the master entered the Yuan Dan, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the black clouds were thousands of miles, and the sky was thunderous. ”

"I don't know when my brother entered Yuandan...... How many gold lines can he have, he must be a lot more than me!" Lin Jing's expression was calm, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he spat out this passage lightly.

When the old woman heard this, she shook her head and smiled bitterly, but did not answer.

In her opinion, Lin Jing's words are completely a girl's random lovesickness.

Lin Jing's one hundred and four golden patterns, in the past hundred years, his qualifications and talents are enough to rank in the top ten in the vast northern region!

100 years is too long!

If you talk about ten years, Lin Jing's one hundred and four golden patterns are enough to rank among the top three in the Northern Regions.

Fang Zhi?......

With his talent at the age of sixteen and still in the Divine Vein Realm, it was enough to be proud that he could carve eighty golden patterns.

"Don't you believe it?" Lin Jing sensed the old woman's emotions and said with a soft smile.

The old woman nodded slowly and said, "This son can engrave ninety golden patterns, which is extremely good!"

"Maybe, I really think my brother must be able to, maybe I miss him too much, so I will have such an idea. Lin Jing smiled sweetly, his eyes reminiscing.

At the same time, the Medicine King Valley!

The black thunderclouds shrouded the huge Medicine King Valley.

Fang Zhi's one hundred and eighth golden pattern is about to be completed.

The terrifying thunder in the sky spewed sparks that destroyed the heavens and the earth.

Strange thunder, like dense spider webs, constantly flickered in the sky.

The disciples of the three sects in the Medicine King Valley, under this Tianwei vision, hesitated and feared.

This is like an apocalyptic scene, which is enough to scare the courage of this group of teenagers.

In the jade room, Fang Zhi's eyes were red, his face was bloodless, his mind had long been exhausted, and he was completely in a state of madness.

The one hundred and eight golden lines, only the last line remains!

"Show me!!" Fang Zhi let out a low roar like a beast.

In Fang Zhi's dantian, the last golden pattern was engraved at this moment.

The whole Yuan Dan, the size of a quail egg, is engraved with one hundred and eight gold patterns.

That's the limit to it!

When the one hundred and eight golden veins were completely completed, this Yuan Force Seed was like a blooming flower, shining with a shining treasure light, and the beauty made people hallucinate.

"Can't fall yet...... There is still one last step left, the broken flowers bear fruit, step into the Yuan Dan!" Fang Zhi's eyelids were beating violently, but that martial will supported him.

When this one hundred and eight golden patterns are completely completed.

Above the sky, the thunder in the sky that had long been condensed for an unknown period of time was spitting out fierce thunder sparks in unison at this moment.

The thunderous explosion of the landslide and the ground cracked and rolled.

And above the sky, thousands of thunderbolts rushed to the center of the thundercloud and turned into a thunderbolt.

The catastrophe is coming!

Divine thunder punishment to show the justice of heaven.

On the eight-colored altar, Han Xiao's body trembled with excitement, his eyes burst out with a monstrous color, the excitement in his eyes was difficult to hide, looking at the terrifying thunder gathered in the sky, he suddenly clenched his fists, and his expression revealed a wisp of anger.

"It would be a pity for such a proud son of the human race to be killed by thunder!"

"Han is fortunate to see the demon born today, I am very pleased, since this son is kind to me, I should repay the kindness!"

The words fell, and Han Xiao, who didn't know how many years he had been on the eight-colored altar, slowly stood up, and his figure flew lightly towards the sky, dancing in a white robe with the wind.

A stormy wave, the momentum of the ancient, the power of the martial arts, quietly revived from his body!