Chapter 1433: Clear the customs

At the last moment, of course, the strongest means must be set up as a defense, and the Sancai Academy has spent a lot of effort here.

As soon as Fan Lang approached, a bright orb-like sphere rose up, this sphere was the size of a grinding disc, and its surface was full of colors, exuding powerful energy fluctuations, like a storm crashing on the shore, like a cosmic storm.

In the orb, there are hundreds of Yuan Shen Thoughts entangled together, which are the Yuan Shen Ideas injected by everyone in the Sancai Academy team, with the Yuan Shen Ideas of Sikong Picking as the core, and the Yuan Shen Ideas of others as the auxiliary.

The original spirit, the meaning of the heart, is a kind of sublimation of the mind.

Only when you reach the middle god out of body realm can you achieve this step, sublimate your mind into a primordial god, and then a single thought can make your mind travel through the universe, let alone use it in battle.

The orb flew up, shining brightly, exuding the power of the primordial gods, like the waves of the sea, surging towards Fan Lang.

This impact is enough to shatter the stars, how terrifying.

Fan Lang didn't think so, and directly started the berserk procedure, which made his strength soar wildly, and his mind also improved, not a primordial god, better than a primordial god!

It's almost the end, and it's a good time to start the rage, so just rush through it and you're done.

Fan Lang's thoughts were like the rising sun, and he forcibly withstood the impact of Baozhu's thoughts, and was not moved at all.

"Shattered!"

Fan Lang burst into a shout, urging the doubling of divine power, between one breath and one inhalation, infinite divine power burst out, every sweat pore is comparable to a volcanic eruption, pointing at the orb in mid-air, and the martial arts used are the dragon fingers.

This finger outlines the pattern of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, like a calligrapher splashing ink, and the movements are chic and freehand.

A force locked onto the orb, making it unable to move, and could only let Fan Lang's fingers point on it.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the surface of the orb cracked, like the sky and the earth cracked, and the infinite energy leaked out, and the power of the primordial spirit inside was also damaged.

There was a piercing scream from the orb, and although it was badly damaged, it was not completely scrapped, and it still had the strength to fight, and immediately used different offensive methods.

The orb flew high, stimulated its own energy, condensed the entity with energy, and turned into the image of an ancient divine beast "Lu Wu", with a body like a white tiger, with nine tails behind it, and a human face with a fierce and strange face.

In the legends left over from the flood period, Lu Wu was a divine beast guarding the treasure house of the Heavenly Dao, and being able to hold such an important position showed that his strength was strong, and he was not much better than the four holy beasts praised by everyone.

"Roar!!

Lu Wu let out a beast roar, made an ambush momentum, and pounced towards Fan Lang, this blow was like a heavenly river pouring down, with the power of destroying the world, and all kinds of Dao laws were shattered, turning into a torrent of energy, adding to the supreme power of this blow.

Fan Lang rose to the challenge, held the Eight Desolations of Longzhen, injected his own divine power into it, and spread out the six supreme wings, urging the star swordsmanship.

The starlight bloomed behind him, and the stars were intertwined into a pattern, like a sharp sword.

Nakshatra: Extreme Sword!

The Dragon Town Eight Desolations in Fan Lang's hand were blessed by the power of the stars, and he slashed out with a sword at the landing Wu Faxiang, and the sword light was like a meteor that pierced the universe, flashing through the sky.

Then I saw that Lu Wufa was divided into two and was cut off alive, and the jewels hidden in it were also separated.

Lu Wu's law was shattered, and the orb was also abolished.

The primordial thoughts of Sikong Pick and others were vented, setting off layers of light curtains.

Fan Lang held the sword in his backhand, and he was about to fly over.

I didn't think about it, the hundred-legged insect died but did not stiffen, even if this orb was broken, it still had the power of a battle, and it was very difficult.

The scattered light condensed into three paths, shooting at three different places, corresponding to the three talents of heaven, earth and man, turning into a large array of three talents, enveloping Fan Lang in it.

This three-talent array is already at the end of the crossbow, and the intention is not to hurt people, but to delay time.

The three forces of heaven, earth and man interact with each other to form a restraining force that restrains Fan Lang. Tiange turned into all kinds of natural disasters, wind, frost, rain and snow, lightning and thunder, everything; the earth grid released the geomagnetic gravity, firmly adsorbing Fan Lang's feet; personality directly affected Fan Lang's divine body, making his five internal organs surge and his body unwell.

"A small formation, at most, delay my steps, don't want to trap me!"

Fan Lang raised his head and erupted, directly venting the divine power in his body, and the supreme wings opened in six directions, shaking thousands of feathers.

This is like a star explosion, bringing great destruction, great destruction, directly breaking the formation in an extreme way.

Hearing a loud bang, the Sancai Great Array was directly shattered, becoming scattered and completely useless.

Fan Lang was light, got rid of the last restraints, and flew forward, already with victory in sight.

At this time, there is a subtle fluctuation in the space, like a breeze blowing across the water, which is easy to ignore.

Especially at this last moment, people are inevitably impatient and more likely to ignore details.

Fan Lang almost ignored this anomaly, but fortunately, he noticed it in time and stopped suddenly. He frowned, let go of his mind and felt around him, and saw what was wrong.

The surrounding space has been manipulated, and on the surface there is no problem, but if you fly directly over, you will be teleported to another place by the space.

Fan Lang continued to feel and determined the location of the teleportation, which turned out to be the entrance of the entire venue.

In other words, once you blindly fly past, you will be teleported back to the starting point, not to the end point.

This should be a trap set out by the commonplace, and it can be said that it is not clever.

"It's really dangerous, I almost got hit, if I was sent back to the starting point, the previous road would be in vain, and I have to start from scratch again, I don't know how much time it will be delayed!"

Fan Lang was secretly glad that he retreated a distance, and then performed the Nameless Technique, reversing the essence of the space and lifting the trap in front of him.

This time it was like seeing the sun through the clouds, uncamouflaging and revealing the true path.

Fan Lang was sure that there was nothing abnormal, and flapped the Supreme Wing and flew over, successfully crossing the end of the field.

There is another section of the road that is formed by the convergence of the two venues.

If it is said that the speed of "customs clearance" between the two sides is about the same, and they just meet here, they will have to solve the problem by force to see who is better.

This time, however, this did not happen.

Fan Lang was far ahead alone, and he came here in advance, and the people from the Sancai Academy were still trapped in the venue.

There are no pitfalls on this part of the road, it's just a pure path.

Fan Lang was unscrupulous, flew directly over, reached the final destination, and crossed a red line.

After this line, the winner is divided.

After four consecutive rounds of competition, there was finally a result, and Aurora Academy was disgraced, surpassing Sancai School and winning the first place in the collective competition.

In the next fifth game, the comparison is the strength of the individual.

Fan Lang took the Supreme Wing and landed on the ground.

Countless pairs of eyes are paying attention to this competition, and at the moment of the decisive victory, a tsunami-like cry erupted, from reality to the Internet, shaking the entire Aurora Divine Kingdom!

(End of chapter)