When Xu Fulong descended into this world, Fang Lei felt a cramping pain in his heart, and his strength seemed to be affected, and he gradually felt a little weak.

Xu Fulong is the plane projection of the Mourning Heaven God Monarch, who came here from a large planet at the very edge of the Ancient Universe across thousands of worlds. In the end, he was attached to the son of Xu Dali in Niujiashan, and as soon as the child was born, he immediately killed his mother.

Originally, according to the normal development of events, there was a true dragon concubine growing in that old locust tree, and the real Xu Fulong would win the throne of the emperor of Yunhai Kingdom and become a generation of Tianjiao;

Just like now, this child took his mother's life between swallowing.

The Mourning Heaven Divine Monarch cultivated the Mourning Heaven Divine Skill, and in the same way, when this trace of divine thought appeared, it followed the law that cultivators must share their power.

Fang Lei's skills were also shared by Xu Fulong in the world of the small world. Similarly, Xu Fulong was also sharing the power of the Mourning Heaven Divine Monarch's body! The three people who also cultivated the Mourning Heaven Skill finally reached a certain balance at this moment.

For the Mourning Heaven Divine Monarch, Xu Mourning Dragon is used to counterbalance Fang Lei, so his rapid growth is very important. But this child is an independent individual after all, and it is impossible to completely follow the original will of the Mourning Heaven God Monarch.

This little baby has a smile on his face that is very inappropriate for his age.

", what's going on. I felt a little weaker all of a sudden. No, it feels dangerous!"

Fang Lei, who was running quickly in the mountains and forests to chase Zhen Li, suddenly had a panic of being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Could it be that someone has cultivated the Mourning Heaven Divine Skill again? ”

Fang Lei was suddenly taken aback by this idea, but then he didn't approve of it, "Senior Jun Yan said that as soon as this third cultivator appears, I'm afraid that he will be killed by that God Monarch immediately, damn it...... It's okay to have one more person to cultivate, let's draw more energy from the Mourning Heaven God Monarch at the same time, hehe!"

Fang Lei's wishful thinking was not wrong, the third person who cultivated the Mourning Heaven God Monarch had a limited amount of power that could be extracted from himself, and the greater level of harm would be the Mourning Heaven Divine Monarch!

The pattern of cultivating the Mourning Heaven Divine Skill has become a state of mutual checks and balances between the three parties!

But he never expected that this person would be Xu Fulong, a young son who is still very immature, but has unlimited development space, and is almost metamorphosis and metamorphosis potential.

At the moment of Xu Fulong's birth, Fang Lei shuddered!

But Fang Lei didn't have more time to figure it out, the most important task at the moment was to kill Zhen Li and avenge the dead catchers in the reservoir, he was like a vigorous cheetah, where he passed, the leaves were rattling, and the tiger roared in the mountains and forests.

On the battlefield of the ancient gods, Fang Lei had already swallowed a large amount of shallow firefly energy body, nourishing his body!

So he's at the peak of his combat power now!

After chasing four or five miles of mountain roads like this, I could finally see the back of the black robe.

The mountain road seems to have come to an end.

The path gradually turned into steps, and on the side of the road, on the seal of a large cyan stone turtle, a chapter extolling the virtues of the sect was written. The pavilion plaque of the mountain building, several golden big ingots patterns, and the words "ingots" reflect each other, very magnificent!

Such a simple, rough and beautiful mountain gate dress style is exactly the same as many second- and third-rate sects in the secular rivers and lakes, which is very inconsistent with the identity of the Yuanbao Sect in the Yunhai Empire, which is also one of the best cultivation giants, from this point it can be seen that the founding ancestor of the Yuanbao Sect - is also the current Yuanbao Sect, and the aesthetics are similar to Fang Lei, which is seriously distorted!

The black robe raised his head and glanced towards the door pavilion, a large stone finally fell to the ground, and said with emotion, "It's finally safe." Damn, the way of the world has really changed, and now the stinky boy who doesn't refine his qi can force me like this! Ahhhhhh

The beating by Fang Thunderstorm was so ruthless, there was no good meat in the black robe, especially his feminine and handsome face, one purple and one green, and there was still egg white-shaped blood in some places, how miserable it was, how miserable it was!

After coming to the mountain gate, Zhen Li finally had a trace of dependence!

He spat fiercely on the ground, and the mentality of running for his life gradually developed a complicated feeling, "Stinky boy, if you dare to appear in front of me now, I will definitely tell you how the dead word is written!"

Speaking of which, a heroic spirit born inexplicably made Zhen Li find a trace of confidence again.

But this illusion didn't last long!

Because Fang Lei is crazier than him!

The snow-white dagger was behind Zhen Li, and as soon as Zhen Li's scolding was finished, a blood spring burst out several meters!

"You, you, you ......"

Zhen Li is a disciple of the sect of the cultivation realm, it only took him twelve years, from an ordinary child of a family, he has reached the late stage of "qi", and his physical body has also reached the level of a grandmaster-level powerhouse, which can be described as extremely talented, and he is extremely appreciated by the master of the Yuanbao Sect.

But the strength of his physical body, after all, has not reached the peak to reach the "Essence Art Realm" of the Martial Artist Four Heavens, and his physical body has not reached the point of immortality. And the second "qi" of practicing the qi realm can only make his body full of qi, which can reach a point where his defense is enhanced.

Fang Lei's knife cut straight to the throat!

The throat is the deadliest place for a warrior.

After Zhen Li's throat was cut, he turned around and covered the neck of the jet with one hand, and suddenly slapped it with one palm, this is a way to die with Fang Lei.

Turning around and dodging the core of the sweep, the residual strength of the qi wave still made Fang Lei snort. The internal organs of the body are hotly swollen and painful.

His dagger was unsheathed again. This time, it slammed into Zhen Li's temple!

"Die, sao!" The volley swooped in the air, and Fang Lei's face twitched fiercely. He even had a hunch that this time would be the end of the black robe.

However!

Jingling!

The sharp tip of the dagger made contact with Zhen Li's slightly bulging temples, and what Fang Lei never expected was that the dagger only pierced more than an inch, and it could no longer enter an inch.

After all, Zhen Li is a martial arts master, and his physical strength is far greater than that of a great martial artist like Fang Lei; Fang Lei's magic did not make him have the strength to fight back, but this does not mean that Fang Lei can kill him quickly.

After Zhen Li was hit twice in a row, he staggered back two steps, leaning on the turtle's back stone, his expression was gloomy, like a dying old wolf, he pointed at Fang Lei with his finger, and shouted hoarsely, "You, which sect are you......! Ahem, I'm going to have to die. ”

Speaking of this, the blood on Zhen Li's neck has dried up, and now it is more foam.

It seems that if Fang Lei doesn't give him an explanation, Zhen Li will not be willing to die.

Fang Lei sneered, of course he knew that this was the black-robed mountain gate, and staying for one more minute would be more dangerous.

However, Fang Lei is not the kind of person who kills without leaving a name, he remembered the mocking face, so he said to the black robe, "It seems that you have to die." I am the true disciple of the Hundred Worms Ancestor of the Skull Gate! You can call me Lei Ye!"

"Skull Gate, Skull Gate, Lei Ye, what a domineering name, from now on, Skull Gate and my Yuan Baozong will be rivals, very good ......"

Zhen Li's pupils began to dilate, Fang Lei's shadow was getting closer and closer, and at the last moment, with a "swish!", Fang Lei's hand fell with a knife, and he cut open the head with muscles and flesh. He thought about it, and then placed the wide-eyed skull on top of the turtle back stone.

Fang Lei didn't know what he said, the words "Skeleton Gate" that he casually said would become a nightmare for the entire cultivation world in the future, a terrifying existence that made people frightened and fled in the wilderness.

After Zhen Li died, ding!

A metal nameplate-shaped word "Yu" fell to the ground, Fang Lei picked it up and took a look, quickly turned into a black shadow, and slipped away.

"Buzz...... Who the hell killed Zhen Li!"

The moment Fang Lei "killed" Zhen Li, in the forbidden place of Yuanbao Sect Mountain, the altar of fate, the old man who was guarding countless destiny lanterns suddenly opened his eyes, and a chilling murderous aura and anger made the surrounding air slightly shocked.

This old man is the junior disciple of the Yuanbao Sect, and his name is Wuyazi. Many years ago, he was punished by the master for committing a big taboo. Guarding the Altar of Destiny for fifty years.

More than fifty years have passed, Wu Yazi has faced these bronze lamps that represent the longevity of life every day, although occasionally there will be disciples who die, but this is the first time that they have died, and the inner disciples of the Yuanbao Sect have died. The destiny lantern representing "Zhen Li" suddenly suffocated, and then the flames became smaller and smaller, and finally it was as thin as a gossamer, as weak as a silk thread!

This means that the black-robed Zhen Li has been killed for a round, and the reason why the silk thread has not been extinguished means that it can still be resurrected, provided that the sect has to pay a huge price.

Wu Yazi let out a roar, "Dare to kill people in front of my Yuanbao Sect Mountain Gate, where is the Divine so arrogant?"

At that moment, the shoulder-length white-haired old man flicked his hand, and a piece of ingot-shaped ice crystal condensed in his palm flew out, informing the elder brother to go.

Wuyazi's bloody cheeks gradually calmed down, and he said to himself, "This Zhen Li seems to be destined to have this catastrophe, it depends on how the master of the sect handles it." ”

If any disciple dies, if he needs to be resurrected, he will use a large number of special heavenly spirit and earth treasures to re-condense the three souls and seven spirits from heaven and earth, and those who are not powerful cannot do it. In the face of such a huge price, even with the strong strength of the Yuan Treasure Sect, if it was just an ordinary disciple who died, it would never be easily resurrected.

Zhen Li is not an ordinary disciple, and the enemy is the person who killed in front of the mountain gate of Yuanbao Sect, which is equivalent to slapping people in the face, and bullying people is too much.

The prismatic ice crystal emitted by Wuyazi was actually a stream of information. It flew by, crossing dozens of miles of continuous mountain peaks, from the forbidden place all the way to the main hall of the sect where the sect was located.

From a distance, this main hall is several miles long, tall and wide, and all made of red gold.

The construction of such a large hall would cost a country its financial resources, and it may not be completed. It can be seen that the degree of obsession with money in the world has long been incredible.