Fang Yun consumed the Holy Qi and accelerated his escape, heading straight for the Fengskuo Mountain Range. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dragon's turning over will attract a large number of demons, and it is already unsafe for tens of thousands of miles, and the Fengskull Mountain Range is the only place suitable for him to be promoted to a great Confucian.

After a long journey of one day and one night, Fang Yun finally arrived at the Fengtou Mountain Range again.

On the way, Fang Yun always had a sense of crisis in his heart, and he always felt that he would be followed, but after entering Fengkuo Mountain, that feeling disappeared immediately.

There are demi-saints in the Fengskuan Mountains.

Fang Yun did not go to the dwelling place of the Holy Spirit of the Mountain Range, but found a hidden cave, entered it, and summoned the War Poetry Soldiers to protect themselves, and smashed the last dragon power and the ten holy qi clusters into the Starfire Armillary Sword, as long as there was danger, the Starfire Armillary Heaven Sword would spontaneously protect itself, enough to block the Emperor's full force.

In the end, Fang Yunpan sat on the ground and entered the Wen Palace.

The palace is big, empty as a city, the stars are twinkling in the sky, the silver light is sprinkled, and the literary gall hangs high in the air, shining on one side.

In the depths of the Wen Palace, the self-statue stands, with a cloud of talent above his head, holding a strange book in his hand, indifferently and calmly.

Under the statue, there are some peculiar gods, such as the seedlings of the Heavenly Tree, such as the Holy Qi Mass, such as the Nine Altars......

Fang Yun's divine thoughts were like translucent people, sitting cross-legged under the statue.

As soon as Divine Mind Fang Yun closed his eyes, the unfinished Ninth Wentai flew into the sky.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, absorbed a large amount of holy qi and intertwined with his own talent, turned into a powerful force and landed on the ninth platform, and began to cast the ninety-ninth layer.

A thick sound like the impact of a stone slab sounded on the ninth platform, and the sound seemed to penetrate the long river of history, and it seemed to connect the ancient and modern world.

The moment the ninety-ninth floor was completed, the surface of the Ninth Wentai was full of brilliance, and the entire Wengong was full of dazzling and gorgeous brilliance, and then, a colorful divine light rushed out from the center of Fang Yun's eyebrows and went straight to the sky.

High in the sky, the divine light suddenly exploded, turning into hundreds of millions of points of light, like flying catkins, flying in all directions of the Burial Sacred Valley.

The sky above the Burial Sacred Valley is clear and eternal, but at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appear in the highest sky, like the Lord of the Burial Sacred Valley, looking down on the world.

The Ninth Observatory was formed.

No matter what kind of holy Dao power is contained in the first eight platforms, the surface is extremely exquisite, as if they are the work of skilled craftsmen, but this ninth platform is like a white square platform that has been knocked out casually, the surface is rough and simple, and there is nothing on the platform.

It seems to be a stone platform, bare as if it had just been dug out of the soil, without the slightest strong breath.

When the ten groups of holy qi entered the sea-swallowing shell, they saw a drop of holy blood fly out.

The blood of the Half-Saint King.

The drop of holy blood wriggled in the air, turning into a one-inch-tall villain, exactly like Wang Jinglong's appearance.

This little Wang Jinglong was just a foot away in front of Fang Yun's nose, his holy power was rippling, his eyes were bright, he was obviously just a villain, but he was like the body of the sky, and he was extremely majestic.

The little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected it, and bowed his head slightly to Fang Yun and said, "Good." ”

After speaking, Xiao Wang Jinglong took a step, disappeared, and appeared on the ninth platform.

Xiao Wang Jinglong found a place to stand on the platform, turned into a white statue, and remained motionless.

The whole stone platform still looks so rough, but there is an inexplicable aura surging, like an ancient beast lurking, like a fierce god waiting for him.

The entire Wengong trembled slightly, as if shocked by the nascent Ninth Wentai.

Holy Soul Wentai, the first in eternity.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Nine stations were officially cast.

Fang Yun stood up, his clothes were flying, his black hair was swaying, bursts of strange fragrance spread in all directions, and pieces of strange flowers fell like rain.

The cave seems to be a paradise, which is pleasing to the eye.

The green clouds appear at the feet, holding up the square luck, different from usual, the current green clouds are clear and bright, and the clouds seem to hide the sun, moon and stars, exuding a soft and white skylight, shining in all directions.

In the next moment, another green cloud appeared, and the two layers of green clouds went up and down, holding up Fang Yun.

One after another, the clouds appeared, and finally formed a nine-fold white cloud, on which Fang Yun stood like a god living in the clouds.

Behind Fang Yun, a cyan water light appeared, like rippling on the surface of a lake.

I saw a grand and ancient palace flying out of the back of Fang Yun's head, which was a shrunken Wen Palace, and when he threw himself into the cyan water, he saw the rock rising from the water, building a tower in the void, and achieving a layer.

Fang Yun's eyes darkened, and his expression was sluggish.

After that, a droplet-shaped strange object flew out again, it was a shrunken gall, and landed on the first layer of the tower, and the void gave birth to rocks, casting the second layer of the tower.

Fang Yun's face darkened again, as if he had been drained of his courage.

Subsequently, the True Dragon Ancient Sword, the Wenxin Lamp, the Cloud of Talent, the Wentai and the Historical Records Code flew out one after another, each forming a layer of pagodas.

On the six sides of the pagoda, the body of the pagoda is white, a glass lamp is hung on each corner, and the flame on the lamp is red.

Fang Yun had already withered to the ground, sweating all over his body like rain, and his own strength seemed to be hollowed out.

Then, a terrifying scene appeared, the surface of Fang Yun's body suddenly moved, whether it was on the skin or hair, there were suddenly many fine and dense black words, these words were flowing slowly like water, making Fang Yun look as if he was no longer a human, but a monster composed of these black words

After a while, the black words were connected into a line, leaving Fang Yun's body and landing on the seventh layer of the tower.

Each time he left, Fang Yun had less skin or flesh.

When all the black characters were detached, Fang Yun was left with only skin and bones, like a dried corpse, and could die at any time.

Then, two rays of light appeared behind Fang Yun, and they expanded rapidly.

A ray of light is white, such as the sky and clouds, covering thousands of miles, take a closer look, it is not a white cloud, but a white light person, a peddler pawn, the emperor and the general, men, women and children, as if there is no shortage of anyone in the world.

This white light is soft and warm.

On the opposite side of the vast white light, black shadows rippled, like a cloak sunk into the bottom of the deep sea, like dark clouds stained with endless ink, shrouding the mountains, composed of countless black figures, as if ten thousand armies were in the ranks.

This black light is solemn and solemn.

The two rays of light were like two wings across the sky, and they quickly converged, and all fell on the eighth floor, forming the ninth layer of the tower.

The nine-story white clouds flew away from Fang Yun and held the nine-story tower.

Fang Yun's whole body was only dry bones, and his bones cracked everywhere, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

Suddenly, Fang Yun's head fell and rolled on the ground, his bones turning to ashes, as if he were dead.

However, among the gray-white ashes, a pale silver star rose, slowly flew high, and landed on the side of the nine-story tower.

Then, one after another, small stars rose from the ashes, and the last line was lined up, and nine stars lined up in the sky.

The ashes are all gone.

Fang Yun was covered in flesh and bones, turning into a nine-fold cloud tower star.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth shook, and the wind was born out of thin air, and magnificent and mighty forces surged from all directions.

That power was just and strong, majestic and majestic, and it frantically poured into the nine stars, nine towers, and nine clouds.

I saw that the star tower and clouds changed at the same time, the nine-layer pagoda turned into bones, the nine-fold clouds turned into flesh and blood, and the nine stars reunited their souls.

After three days and three nights, the righteous qi of heaven and earth slowly dissipated, and Fang Yun's new body was formed.

At the moment when the body was formed, the seven-bent orange waning moon appeared in the sky above Fang Yun, and the talent was surging, emptying like a tide, and finally fell back to the center of Fang Yun's eyebrows.

At the moment when Fang Yun was promoted to Great Confucian, and his talent was condensed, everyone in the Shengyuan Continent only felt that the sky shook and looked up at the sky.

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