It was only at this time that Fang Yun finally sensed this power clearly.

"That's not the power of the Holy Dao at all, it's fundamentally different from my withering power. My withered power has not only power, but also will, like a whole person, and its power of the reverse monument, empty power, no will, like a zombie or zombie without a mind and mind. In the deepest part of that power, there was a breath of dead silence, like the power that escaped after the death of the ancestors, equivalent to corpse qi. ”

"Pale Hand!"

The divine thought of the fierce spirit of the remnant monument slowly said a word, as if it was the pronunciation of the second word of the reverse monument.

Hearing the sound of the remnant of the stele fierce spirit, all the clans moved farther away, but the murderous thing was motionless and still devouring the black treasure mountain.

Boom, boom, boom......

Just listen to the sound of a huge object rushing out of the water from the edge of Fang Yunshan Island, and a miserable white giant hand rose from below in each of the eight directions of the mountain island.

The palm of each giant hand is a hundred zhang long, and the surface of the giant hand is a thin layer of white skin wrapped in bones, and the bones inside are blue, which makes the eight dry giant hands look even more weird. The nails of each finger were sharp and black as ink, and the most terrifying thing was that there was a black grimace looming within the black nails.

Beneath the giant hands are skinny arms, each with a black bizarre pattern, like a mysterious tattoo.

After the eight giant hands rose into the air, they suddenly grabbed Fang Yun at the same time, and their sharp nails pierced the air, emitting a grand scream.

Each hand is like a giant mountain, and every hand is like a piece of sky.

"Not bad. After Fang Yun finished speaking, the flow under his feet suddenly shook his body slightly, and instantly swelled to a hundred zhang, and his tail swept his teeth and gritted, resisting the eight pale giant hands with all his might.

"It's a near-complete imperial remains!"

"No wonder you dare to shout in front of the Jedi spirits. However, the Emperor's Remains are not the real Emperor, even if they are the real Emperor, they may die at the hands of the Five Realms Jedi Fierce Spirits!"

The eight giant hands took turns attacking in the sky, and Fang Yun and Xingliu and the Eagle Emperor Spirit Skeleton seemed to be able to cope with it.

The remnant of the stele fierce spirit smiled contemptuously and said, "This is just the beginning. Small!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the light of the second reverse inscription was even stronger.

The eight giant claws have not changed, but everything in the eight giant claws, including Fang Yun, Xingliu, famous generals of war poems, family and country, Wentai, Wenyu, etc., has all shrunk, and the knife is only a quarter of its original size, like a dwarf.

Only the Spark Heavenly Guardian remains the same.

At the moment of shrinking, Fang Yun felt that all the power in his body was about to move, and it was about to escape outward.

However, the power of the family and the country is constantly circulating, preventing the loss of power.

"Huh?" Those fierce spirits and holy spirits were extremely curious, but they didn't expect Fang Yun to be unharmed when the pale hand first changed.

"Small!"

The remnant of the stele became angry and shouted again.

Fang Yun instantly became only one-tenth of his original size, and all the War Poet soldiers would be blown apart.

Suddenly, Fang Yun spewed out a large amount of orange talent like a leaky balloon.

There are so many talents separated from the body that they condense into mist, and the total amount is almost equivalent to all the talents of a Great Confucian of the Three Realms.

"If you don't have talent, I see what you are going to fight with me!

I saw that the brilliance on the surface of the bones of its whole body had completely disappeared, and small cracks appeared on the surface of the bones, and the broken reverse monument had swelled in a circle.

Fang Yun instantly shrunk to one-twentieth of his original size, and the whole person was less than three inches.

Just as a crisp sound sounded, the broken Eagle Emperor's spirit remains were completely shattered and exploded into bone powder.

That line of flow was worthy of a relatively intact imperial remains, and his body was not broken, but it began to slowly exude holy qi outward.

Fang Yun was far worse than Xingliu, his body was already surrounded by the mist of talent qi, five times the total amount of talent qi of the Great Confucian escaped, and the talent qi that came out at the end was pale gold and blood.

The remnant of the stele was not only not happy, but angry.

"Why aren't you dead? Why are you still talented? This is impossible! Even if you are talented and ten times more talented than others, you should be squeezed dry by me!"

"You want to kill me, are you almost?" Fang Yun was not discouraged even if he was like a little wooden man.

Because behind him appeared the Blood Mangwen Table.

Blessed by the power of the First Realm, all things are born and run endlessly, not only with a strong protective force, but also with the integrity of everything in Fang Yun.

"I don't believe I can't kill you!" the remnant of the monument suddenly roared.

And he saw that the third inscription of it shone brightly.

The missing sun spirit in the distance yelled: "What are you still doing in a daze, run?"

Fang Yun thought that he was saying it to himself, but when he saw that the Green Sea Fierce Spirit and the Iron Desert Fierce Spirit near the remnant stele fierce spirit suddenly fled wildly, and even ignored the mountain island, running on the sea with only his body.

It's a pity that it was too late, and I saw the third inscription fly out of the reverse monument and split it into two, forming two gray inscriptions that went straight into the bodies of the two fierce spirits.

The two fierce spirits made a miserable sound, and the bones of the spirit bones that made up their bodies contracted rapidly, and finally each condensed into a bone tablet.

There is only one inscription on the two-sided bone stele, which is exactly the same as the third inscription of the fierce spirit of the remnant stele.

The remnant of the stele moved behind the stele and swallowed two one-word bone steles.

"Reverse time, go back to the ancients!"

After the remnant stele fierce spirit finished speaking, a strong storm was set off around it, so that it itself was unstable on its feet, like an ordinary person in a dozen typhoons, staggering, and almost all four feet flew off the ground.

The aura of the fierce spirit of the remnant monument of the Five Realms suddenly faded, and the realm was actually reduced to four realms.

Outside Fang Yun's mountain island, a dark space crack suddenly appeared, not long, only ten zhang, and then a gray wind blew out, blowing towards Fang Yun.

The various races watching the battle from a distance were all shocked, because in their eyes, it was not the wind at all, but time, the years, and the time and years against the current!

"It's over. ”

"It's a pity ......"

The Missing Sun Holy Spirit whispered, "I have seen many of my fellow citizens die in the terrible Third Inscription, completely unreasonable, and their strength and age are constantly getting smaller. There is also a more powerful fourth inscription, which is even more miserable. ”

"This burial valley belongs to the Jedi spirits after all. A fierce spirit sighed unwillingly.

While everyone was talking, a gray wind blew on Fang Yun's body, and then ...... Everyone was dumbfounded.

A strange distortion of time and space suddenly occurred around Fang Yun's body, and the gray wind originally spread all over the space, but it somehow did not blow Fang Yun.

At this time, Fang Yun, like a loach swimming in the mud, is not afraid of the gray wind at all.

Fang Yun himself was also a little surprised, he originally wanted to use the Holy Soul Tablet to solve it, but he didn't expect that the rusty time guide car he got at the Dragon Gate suddenly moved, allowing him to easily dodge the attack of the third inscription that was enough to kill an ordinary emperor.

"Carving insect skills!" Fang Yun said, his body thumping like swollen popcorn.

The gray wind dissipated, and the eight pale hands were scattered as they lost their strength.

The remnant stele fierce spirit that fell to the four realms looked sluggish, and the originally fierce black marks and red eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.

"Is he still human?" the eyes of the Holy Spirit sparkled in the absence of the sun.

"So strong, could it be a great Confucian in the disguise of a half-saint of the human race?" muttered an alien.

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