Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Water of the Yellow Spring

The power of the vast stars flowed through Fang Chong's body, making him look like a god of war, swinging his fists and constantly bombarding the magic sword.

The sound of the bell is endless, which makes people feel frightened, the flesh and blood body is so powerful!

"It's useless, this magic sword came from an ancient tomb, it's extraordinary, you can't interrupt it. The young man of Xuanqing Sect sneered.

"I heard that your Xuanqing Sect ancestors robbed tombs, but I didn't expect that even this skill has been passed down, your magic sword was dug up from the tomb, right?" Fang Zhong laughed and mocked, Xuanqing Sect has a tradition of tomb robbing, even if it has been inherited for thousands of years, it is still a dog that can't change and eat.

"Nonsense, this is what I sent my predecessors to get by chance. Being exposed by Fang Chong, the young man from Xuanqing Sect suddenly shouted inwardly.

He shook the magic sword, and a terrifying black curtain of light was unleashed, and the sword inside was swallowed and sonorous, and all of them slashed towards Fang Zhong.

"Whatever you did, I broke it with one punch. Fang Da laughed, rushed forward, and slammed his fist into it.

Clang!

Now that he has stepped into the Psychic Realm Four Heavens, his physical body has become even more powerful, and his majestic power is hundreds of thousands of catties, bombarding the magic sword, which suddenly made the young man of the Xuanqing Sect shake for a while, his face was pale, and the magic sword in his hand was almost blown away.

The starlight fell, enveloping Fang Zhong, making him look like a god, and he slammed his fist to kill, and even shattered the magic sword.

On the black magic sword, clear cracks emerged, and the sound of snapping and rubbing kept coming, leaving everyone stunned.

"How is this possible, the magic swords are at least high-grade magic weapons, how can they be smashed by him with his bare hands?"

"This kid's flesh is terrible!"

A group of people all smacked their tongues, and as soon as the words fell, they saw that the pitch-black magic sword was shattered, and sharp fragments flew everywhere.

These fragments were all sharp and contain terrifying power, but the slash on Fang Chong's body only caused a string of sparks, he raised his arms upward, shaking open a broken blade, and then grabbed the young man of the Xuanqing Sect, swinging his palm like a knife.

Burst!

Blood sprayed, a stunned head flew into the sky, he was unwilling to die, he didn't expect to be beheaded by Fang Chong.

This is a dangerous signal, letting everyone know that Fang Chong's physical body is strong, and melee combat can only end in being killed by him.

"Distance yourself from him and kill him with divine art. ”

The remaining two young people of the Sixth and Seventh Heavens of the Psychic Realm witnessed everything, and they all felt very shocked, and retreated very tacitly.

For a while, the divine light was surging, converging into a large light curtain, in which swords roared in unison, silk and bamboo swayed, all of which were terrifying killing moves.

This is the manifestation of divine art, it is the ultimate embodiment of true yuan power, every divine light is comparable to a divine weapon, with a terrifying destructive power, thousands of blades are presented in it, like thousands of troops, a large area, submerging Fang Chong.

In terms of combat power, Fang Wei is not necessarily worse than the other party, but the other party will not get close to him, making his most powerful physical body useless.

At this moment, he can only keep dodging, full of starlight, and constantly smash the blades that are derived one by one, but this is not a way at all, the other party's true yuan is vast, and countless blades can be derived under the divine art, and he can be tired to death.

Clang!

At this moment, Fang Zhong sacrificed the seven-story pagoda, the chaotic and misty seven-story pagoda was very terrifying, simple and unpretentious, but it shattered the blades of the sky.

The gate of the pagoda is open, like a black hole, which can absorb everything, and countless gods are absorbed into it, and the divine light in the sky is all gone.

"Aren't you going to use divine art to fight each other, how about I fight you with divine weapons?" Fang held the pagoda with his heavy hand and rushed over in an instant.

Rumble!

The seven-story pagoda was really terrifying, and it was suddenly pressed down by the palm of his hand, and the weight of millions of catties, as well as the powerful divine power, instantly suppressed the demon girl of the hookah pavilion.

"No, ......" the demon girl of the hookah pavilion was shouting, but she couldn't break free at all, and it was useless to let her magic magic do, and she was crushed into a pile of meat puree.

Then, Fang Zhong picked up the seven-story pagoda and threw it out violently, breaking the bones and tendons of the young man who had just wanted to escape, and he was no longer alive.

This scene was too fast, and the sacrifice of the seven-story pagoda was just two moves that crushed the two young people of the psychic realm, and even those masters of the sky realm had no time to rescue.

"I'm going to kill him!"

The rest of the people were all furious, and they even watched their comrades being killed, which was an insult to them, and they had to be angry.

The divine light rose to the sky, and a few young people came out in a row, all of them were the existence of the ** Chongtian in the psychic realm, they were murderous, and before the people arrived, they launched a terrible divine art, and they had no scruples at all, a large area of divine magic surged, and the divine light was shining, and Fang Zhong was drowned.

Bell .....

The seven-story pagoda continued to rise and fall, blocking the magic in the sky, Fang Zhong stepped forward with the seven-story pagoda, holding the purple lotus demon fire in his hand, and fought with a group of young people.

Laugh at!

The purple flame was very terrifying, and he was hit by Fang Zhong on a young man of Xuanqing Sect, and there was no flame burning, but he screamed in an instant, and he died.

This is the flame that burns the soul, the purple light flickers, and once it is contaminated, it will be invaded into the body, burning the soul, and the god will disappear.

The sky was full of divine light, and there were divine magic everywhere, submerging the entire radius of dozens of zhang!

Fang Chong had a seven-story pagoda on his head, constantly rushing to kill, and extinguishing several people with the Purple Lotus Demon Fire, but he was also not lightly injured, his body was full of terrible wounds, and blood stained his clothes red.

"How does this kid cultivate, but it's just the four heavens of the psychic realm, even if he has the supreme treasure in his hand, it is impossible to compete with so many psychic ** heavy heaven masters?"

"This son is too wicked, if you don't kill him, it will be a big trouble in the future. ”

"Don't wait any longer, use your hole cards, kill him early to avoid a long night, I always feel that something is wrong. ”

The two major Xuanmen, the masters of the Imperial Sky Realm who were scattered and cultivated, finally couldn't hold their breath anymore, and planned to use their respective hole cards to destroy Fang Chong.

This time they came to the imperial city to have the hole cards prepared by the division for it, very good, Xuanqing Sect is a divine sword, reached the spiritual energy of the upper grade, and the hookah pavilion is a jade que, the color light flows, and also reached the spiritual weapon, only the scattered cultivation is not a weapon, but a purple-black gourd, the yellow water is surging inside, the stench is tangy, and there is a terrible breath of death permeating out.

"Yellow spring water!"

The masters of the Imperial Sky Realm of the Hookah Pavilion and the Xuanqing Sect couldn't help but be shocked, they didn't expect that the Scattered Cultivation Pulse would actually collect the Yellow Spring Water.

The water of the Yellow Spring, which is only found in the Netherworld and Hell, represents death and evil spirits, and ordinary monks will turn into pus as long as they dip a drop.

The master of the Imperial Sky Realm who was cultivating in the first vein smiled coldly and said, "This was collected by an ancestor in the Yin Tomb, and now it is just in handy. ”

The masters of the Imperial Sky Realm of the Shisha Pavilion and the Xuanqing Sect suddenly realized that the senior masters in their sect had also seen the yellow spring water in the Yin Mound, but they had no utensils to collect, this kind of thing was very terrifying, even the divine soldiers could be melted, and ordinary utensils could not be filled at all.

The two of them also sneered, and echoed: "Brother Dao is indeed a good method, it is best to use this yellow spring water to deal with Fang Chong, turning him into pus." ”

The three masters of the Imperial Sky Realm shot at the same time, laid out a powerful formation, sealed this void, and then let the people in their respective sects retreat.

They were going to use yellow spring water, the kind of thing that would kill if they were contaminated with a little bit, and they didn't want the people in their door to be harmed as well.

"Fang Chong, go die!" The master of the Imperial Sky Realm who was cultivating the first vein made the first move, pulled out the purple-black gourd mouth, and sprinkled the water of the Yellow Spring with a bang.

The yellow corpse water was like rain, all over the sky, and there was no way to dodge, which made Fang Chong's heart beat in shock, and he wanted to scold.

At the critical moment, he sacrificed the bronze ancient tripod and buckled it upside down on the ground, and he hid inside, and then he shook the miniature stars in his body, and the power of the stars flowed down and wrapped him, so that he was relieved and looked outside.

Outside the Gu Ding, the yellow corpse water sprinkled down, corroding the surroundings.

The water of the Yellow Spring is really terrifying, even the rocks can't stand it, and it is turned into small pits, bottomless, like a black hole.

Fang Zhong was shocked for a while, if it weren't for the protection of the bronze ancient tripod, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape his fate. The quaint bronze ancient tripod is really unusual, it can block the peerless killing array in ancient times, and even this yellow spring water that can transform all things is useless to it, and its origin may be very scary.

That's when —

A divine sword was cut down, and it was not enough to use yellow spring water, and the master of the Xuanqing Sect's Imperial Sky Realm also made a move and sacrificed the divine weapon.

The bright sword was very dazzling, slashing on the Gu Ding with a sonorous sound, swinging pieces of sparks, but there was no way to help the Gu Ding.

"Let me do it. ”

A charming voice came, and the master of the Imperial Sky Realm of the Hookah Pavilion also made a move, and the female goblin shook her hand to sacrifice the jade que, and there was a scene of immortal que, which was picturesque, and the beauties were like poetry.

Bang!

Gu Ding shook and woke Fang Zhong up, he broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly exclaimed happiness.

This female goblin's jade que is a very remarkable treasure, which can be derived from all kinds of illusions, just like reality, and almost let Fang Chong fall into it.

This area was turned into a Jedi, and the two major Xuanmen and the people of the Scattered Cultivation lineage stood outside, all of them sneering.

The master of the Imperial Sky Realm of Xuanqing Sect held the divine weapon in his hand, and kept slashing, and said: "Fang Chong, if you can't escape, it's better to hand over the treasure." ”

The female goblin of the Hookah Pavilion looked at her and walked step by step, shook the jade que, and said: "Young Master Fang, if you are willing to hand over the treasure, my Hookah Pavilion is willing to treat you as a guest, but the sisters in the door are all captivating the country and the city, don't you like it?"

The master of the Imperial Sky Realm who was cultivating in the first vein also walked over, and the purple-black gourd kept shaking off the yellow spring water, and said, "You are going to die today." ”

This group of people was so arrogant that Fang Chong wanted to scold his mother, but at this time he would not be impulsive, everything was planned.