"The Holy Spirit is wrathed."

The terrifying creature in the mountains and forests spoke, and a series of voices sounded in all directions.

"Holy Spirit, your injuries have not healed, and you can't do it again."

They were trying to keep the creature from making a fuss.

This four-eyed creature was the four-eyed Ancient Ancestor Holy Spirit who had collided with Fang Xuan, and he was only five zhang tall at this time.

The Holy Spirit is angry.

His blind eyes could be cured again, and the wound on his chest could also be healed, but the humiliation that Fang Xuan brought him made it difficult for him to calm his anger.

However, he was not a stupid person, he naturally knew that it was difficult for him to deal with Fang Xuan alone, so he would not make a rash move.

The birds and beasts in the mountains are terrified.

The creatures within, trembling, could hear voices coming from the Spirit, asking the Holy Spirit to appease his wrath.

"Fang Xuan will be in the Heavenly Leisure Pass?"

The ruined wasteland, a perennial white mist drifting in the mountains, like a fairyland, there is a sound coming out.

Dao Chen's figure sat in the cave, his eyes were clear, the white hair on his floating dust was much rarer, and his face was a little pale, as if he had a serious illness.

Muttered.

The cave fell silent again.

In the Holy Land of the West Spirit.

Elder Ru Yi answered the doubts of the other elders and looked away from the Xuan Realm as he spoke.

She looked out of the palace, her eyes darkened.

In the direction of his gaze, his gaze pulled, and he could see a quiet lake in front of him, and a small pavilion sat by the lake, and a beautiful and cold figure sat in it.

Is it good or bad for Yao Ji and Fang Xuan to be together in our Western Spirit Holy Land.

Elder Ru Yi sighed in his heart.

Fang Xuan's whole person seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, unable to see clearly and incomprehensibly.

Such a person is unknown, and the more you understand it, the more it makes people tremble, and there is also a feeling of uncontrollability.

Maybe...... Only such a man can get Yao Ji.

She whispered in her heart.

On the ground, when Elder Ru Yi turned his head, there was an exclamation.

This voice was familiar to Elder Ru Yi, and it was Elder Cai Ningxue, who had always been steady.

How could the steady Elder Cai Ningxue suddenly exclaim? Elder Ru Yi was puzzled, and she pulled her gaze back again, wanting to ask Elder Cai what was wrong.

And just as she was looking back at Cai Ningxue, her gaze paused.

"Holy Realm!"

Her pupils contracted violently.

The picture in the Xuan Territory has changed......

The white arrow feathers did not fall, and they did not smash into the army of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty!

The monks in the army of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty were all kneeling on the ground, they couldn't withstand the pressure of the arrow feathers, and the holy soldier struck a blow, and all beings trembled.

However.

A white light flashed from the Flying Immortal God towards the border city, with endless holy might, blooming with brilliant light, dazzling, as if it was about to pierce the heavens.

A majestic intimidation of heaven and earth.

The speed at which the arrow feathers fell slowly, and the terrifying pressure made it feel as if it had entered a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

"Monk saint!"

Feeling this power that overrides the path of cultivation and controls the rules and order, the most holy and strong, and the strong in the sky are all discolored.

On the battlefield, no matter how high or far away people are, their blood is tumbling and their hearts are trembling.

This is a powerhouse in the Holy Realm, known as a big man, and can be called the existence of a saint in the cultivation realm!

A wisp of qi is terrifyingly powerful and unmatched.

A blow from the Holy Bow is equivalent to a blow from a saint!

"Boom!!"

The qi machine in the void turned into a boundless hand, covering the sky and the sun, the five fingers were slender like mountains, and the lines in the palm were like ravines.

The big hand burst out of the qi machine and locked the arrow feather, it was not aimed at the arrow feather, but someone else!

Yes An Anran!

"You dare!!" Kuang Chengji roared.

The knuckles of his grip on his sword turned white, and you could see how angry he was in his heart.

Great Qin's strong man's face changed.

Facing the aura of the Cultivator Saint is the same as facing the blow of the Holy Heavenly Bow, and the distance still makes people feel powerless, makes people's souls tremble, and their flesh is about to crack.

"The Flying Immortal God Dynasty really came to the Saint, and the Saint who specifically targeted him made a move......"

Jindo's eyes narrowed.

The Flying Immortal God Dynasty was afraid of Fang Xuan, so he would naturally be prepared.

This cultivator saint, the big man of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty, is specially for the purpose of waiting for Fang Xuan.

However, Fang Xuan didn't appear, but the saint made a move!

For the sake of peace and security.

Rumble!

This mysterious big man made a move, the momentum was earth-shattering, there were thousands of immortal qi spreading, the real dragon and immortal phoenix visions sounded in unison, and the scene was terrifying.

It's more terrifying than a single blow from the Holy Heavenly Bow!

The heavens and the earth are trembling, and Qiankun emits the sound of heaven, resonating with its majesty, and it is terrifying.

Look at this scene.

Those creatures and strong people who watched the battle were all terrified.

Is this the power of a monastic saint?

Just looking at the scenery of the Xuan Realm makes people feel a chill down their spines, and they can't raise the slightest power of resistance, the power that transcends the cognitive level of cultivation!

Why the Holy Realm is called a cultivator saint, they finally understand.

"Is it really good for a dignified monk to do something to a child?"

Just when everyone thought that safety was in danger.

A gentle and calm voice resounded between the heavens and the earth, echoing through the heavens.

On the golden ripples that appeared peacefully, a halo of light rose, and unlike the glare of the golden light, it was soft and bright.

In a flash.

The whole world was illuminated, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

The halo gradually became clear, and a man in white appeared, as if he was living in this still time, between nothingness and light.

He stood there looking ethereal, but yet so real.

He stood on the nine heavens, and there was no heaven above his head, for no heaven could be on them!

He is like a white-clothed boy in the red dust, strolling leisurely, strolling through the fields, walking leisurely, walking towards the Flying Immortal Dynasty, and into the world where the enemy is.

All the strong people and living beings who were watching were trembling in their hearts and shouting.

It's him.

He came, and sure enough, he appeared in Tianxian Pass!

The demon that appeared in the White Horse Temple was Fang Xuan, who was alone in the world.

As in the information, he walked leisurely and carelessly in the world, always with a faint smile.

The slender jade hand holds the drought sword, and the whole body exudes a faint green brilliance, but it is no longer demonic, but has a kind of holiness, a kind of sacred and untouchable.

On the white and flawless face of the skin and snow, a pair of clear and deep eyes are like a cold pool on the Nine Heavens Immortal Peak, quiet and spiritual, and there is an understated arc on the side****** with the allure of being like a fairy and a demon, this light smile is intoxicating.

The clothes are white and not stained with dust.

Different from the ethereal of immortals, different from the power of the cultivator saint, the strongest and most holy, he is a gentle and elegant son.

It's just a son, dressed in white, walking step by step, as if walking out of the legendary river of time.

This scene is obviously very terrifying and shocking, but for some reason, no one is shocked in their hearts, and some of them should be like this.

"Fang Xuan."

Everyone whispered.

This man is mysterious and powerful, unknown and profound.

People who have never seen him are deeply attracted by this figure, what kind of power is that? What kind of mind can have this temperament and self-cultivation? ……

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PS: This time the time is right.,On the 7th.,I'll drop all the chapters on the shelves in the early morning-。 -