"There was a war. Xi Luan's heart tightened.

Fang Yun nodded slightly, and saw Xingliu move slightly, and the Eagle Emperor Spirit Remains and the Snake Emperor Spirit Remains slowly emerged from his back.

Xi Luan glanced back, then looked at his Three Realms Bear Barbarian King Spirit Remains, and said helplessly: "How many good things do you still have in your hands? I know that you used three drops of the blood of Negative Yue to exchange the holy blood of Xi Zu from our Xi family." ”

"You brought a half-saint crown, right?" Fang Yun asked.

A different color flashed in Xi Luan's eyes, and he said, "Bring it." ”

"I'm really willing to do it. Regarding this trip to the Burial Sacred Valley, Xi Zu was afraid that he was already prepared before the Holy Fall?" Fang Yun asked.

Xi Luan's eyelids jumped, and he said, "Xi Zu is prepared, but he does his best to obey the fate of heaven. I don't want to get that amazing treasure, I can return to the Shengyuan Continent safely, and then bring some things with me, it is not in vain. ”

Also, the most important thing is not the treasures, but our practice. Fang Yundao.

Xi Luan looked into the distance and said, "There is a huge momentum there, I am afraid that the world has been opened, I hope that the demon emperor will not participate in the war, especially the demon emperor." ”

"Since there is a war there, it means that the Demon Emperor and other nearby emperors have gone deep into the God-given mountains and seas, otherwise, the battle is over. Fang Yundao.

Xi Luan nodded and said, "The emperor and writer will never fight overseas in the Divine Gift Mountain, in their eyes, the Divine Gift Mountain and Sea are related to the opportunity to be canonized, even if they kill the rest of the people, it will be of no benefit." What's more, since our human race has opened the world, supplemented by the spirit and holy qi, if the emperor does not have a holy treasure, it will be difficult to break it in a short time. ”

The two were chatting, and suddenly sensed a little spiritual light in front of them, and immediately looked awe-inspired.

It was a Terran call for help.

Fang Yun let out his breath, stretched out his hand, and the aura immediately turned to fly.

Fang Yun stretched out his hand and patted it, and the aura turned into a fluctuation of divine thoughts, conveying information.

Xi Luan watched quietly from the side.

Fang Yun finished reading the information contained in the spiritual light with his divine thoughts, and said: "It turned out to be Mr. Wenzong He Mingyuan, when he rushed to the outside of the Divine Gift Mountain, he not only met three great Confucians, but also encountered a multi-headed demon barbarian. Those demons attacked wildly, and the four of them had to open the world all over the world, barely holding on. Later, a barbarian emperor arrived, and the emperor attacked, forcing one of the great Confucian to recite "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" to burn his life, and accidentally injured the emperor. By the time the call for help was sent, the emperor had already stopped attacking, and was hesitating whether to enter the God-given mountains and seas or continue to stay there. ”

"Then the four of them are afraid that they are in danger. Fortunately, it is the farthest away from the Demon Barbarian Blood Tomb Cemetery, but it is very close to the Blood Tomb Cemetery of the Dragon Clan, the Human Race and the Ancient Demon Clan, otherwise it will be even more dangerous. "There is a gloomy look on the face of the seat.

Fang Yun said: "Mr. He Mingyuan is lucky, there is an emperor's spirit remains, which can last for a while. Moreover, the Blood Tomb Cemetery of some alien races such as the Fire Clan is closer there, and if they encounter it, they will definitely not leave the Human Race alone, and most of them know the truth of cold lips and teeth. ”

"We can't get there right away, we can only hope that they will hold on. ”

The two stopped talking and began to prepare for battle.

A history book appeared in front of Xi Luan, and he meditated in his heart, and began to prepare for the next communication history.

Fang Yun said: "Mr. Xi, I want to improve the strength of Wentai, I am afraid that I will not be able to be distracted for a while, and I hope that Mr. will take care of it a little." ”

"You let it go. Xi Luan said.

Fang Yun nodded, and released the world of the family and the country, as if being shrouded by a transparent ball of light, and then released all the nine literary platforms in turn, and finally released the medical book and the holy scales where the doppelganger of the Lord of the Plague was located.

Fang Yun's surroundings immediately emitted a strange brilliance, as if the Holy Dao had appeared in the world, and the law was hidden.

Xi Luan looked at the nine literary platforms above Fang Yun's head in a daze, and he had a stomach full of things to ask in his heart but couldn't speak, like a hundred claws scratching his heart.

Finally, he set his eyes on the Holy Soul Altar, looked at the statues of Wang Jinglong, Zhang Zhongjing, and Hua Tuo, and opened his mouth wide.

As an important descendant of the Semi-Saint Family, he had vaguely heard of this kind of legendary Wentai that was only conceived by the saints, and when he heard that this Wentai came out, it was enough to crush all Wentai, but he didn't expect it to appear here in Fang Yun.

What also surprised Xi Luan was that Fang Yun's family and country exuded the aura of true and true Holy Dao power, even if that aura was extremely weak, but the Holy Dao power was Holy Dao power and could not be adulterated.

Xi Luan had a feeling that if his home country was a shield of steel, then Fang Yun's home country was a fortress built of steel, and it was not a level of power at all.

Xi Luan's expression was constantly changing, and he even had the urge to stretch out his finger and touch Fang Yun's family and country. However, Fang Yun needed to be quiet, so he finally endured it and waited for Fang Yun to finish asking questions.

Within the world of the family and country, the holy qi is drumming, and the power of decay is surrounding, and Fang Yun has sent his own strength to the extreme.

Then, the Starfire Heavenly Sword appeared behind Fang Yun, turning into a huge brass disc and slowly spinning, exuding a faint Holy Dao coercion.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and sat still, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Holy Scale of the Lord of the Plague.

The scales shuddered suddenly, and let out a soft roar, as if warning of a crisis.

In the next moment, all the withering power in the world of the family and country rushed into the scales like an invisible wind.

The scales suddenly shook slightly, turning into a black cobra, and actually pounced on Fang Yun.

At this moment, the statue of Wang Jinglong of the Holy Soul Wentai had a light in his eyes, and raised his arm to aim at the black snake, and the black snake immediately exploded, turning into countless black smoke and scattering everywhere.

Fang Yun's eyes were cold, and the strength of his whole body surged, the True Dragon Ancient Sword, Wenyu, Wentai, the family and the country, and even the ink girl, the inkstone turtle and the fog butterfly all dispatched, like the eight immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers, trapping wisps of black smoke ranging from one wisp to ten wisps respectively.

The Poison Attack Wentai was the most powerful, and it turned into a dark green snake, devouring thirty wisps of black mist in one go. But then the Snake of Poison returned to the Bundai and prostrate itself, slowly refining the power of the Lord of the Plague.

There was a lot of black smoke, and even if Fang Yun used all his strength, he could only trap one-twentieth of the smoke.

The remaining smoke quickly coalesced and turned back into a black snake.

The black cobra let out an angry hiss and pounced on Fang Yun, but Fang Yun had already prepared to block it.

The battle is only between square inches, and the aura that can be emitted is extremely grand, and Fang Yun's home country has been constantly shaking, like a big catfish writhing wildly wrapped in a cloth bag.

Xi Luan sat a zhang away from Fang Yun, and was so shocked by the dissipating power that he had to retreat, retreat and retreat.

Fang Yunzuo was flowing down the emperor's spiritual remains, and now the watery body was slowly revealing subtle cracks.

Xi Luan didn't know Fang Yun's intentions at first, but he soon realized that Fang Yun was actually stealing the power of the Demon Barbarian Half-Saint!

After a long while, Xi Luan muttered to himself: "Fang Yun's courage is greater than a boundary!" and then showed a look of pain.

"I look at it and it hurts......," Xi Luan couldn't imagine how fierce the battle inside was.

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