A moment ago he was a hunter, but now he has become a fugitive. Fang Lei's heart hung in his throat, he knew that as long as he was chased by Zhen Li, it would be as simple as being killed?

Since coming to the Bodhisattva Realm, Fang Lei's purpose was to refine his martial arts level in this Realm and learn more about the Ancient Galaxy. But the current problem is indeed there, Zhen Li is blessed by the mirror of the Yuanbao Ancestor, and his stealth technique is almost useless.

The stealth small supernatural power can only act in front of enemies two levels higher than himself;That is to say, in the case of using the invisibility supernatural power, even if it is a strong person in the flesh four heavens - the essence realm, as long as the distance is far enough and the surrounding environment is ideal, Fang Lei can still maintain the effect of "stealth".

On the contrary, this Yuanbao Ancestor has long been a powerhouse in the Jingyi Realm, and he is also a powerhouse in the Cultivation Realm, Fang Lei's realm is too low, and if he can't see his face, he will be locked to death.

"The stealth little magic power can't be used, the speed is too slow in the stealth state, I have to hurry up and leap!"

Holding the green ink sword that exuded a rich ink fragrance, Fang Lei spread his legs and ran wildly in the vast jungle, one step at a glance at Yu Shi, and his body flew directly to three zhang away, but this speed still couldn't withstand Zhen Li, this guy had become a burning man, and all the clothes on his body were in a burning state.

Once the stealth magic power is used, the user enters the stealth state, and the speed will be reduced by at least seventy percent.

Now that the enemy had discovered him, this magical power could no longer be used, and Fang Lei had no choice but to enter a normal state of wild running.

Seeing Zhen Li chasing closer and closer, a pair of demon claws stretched out towards the top of his head, and a thick five-fingered black shadow pressed down in the air.

A heavy palm print, blessing each other.

"Crunch, crunch!"

There are more than a dozen century-old pines around, and the straight trunks are all bent.

The grass on the ground also seemed to be under this pressure, and immediately all of it burst into flames, forming a huge five-finger print.

Fang Lei immediately felt as if the five mountains were overpowered, and the huge pressure came out of thin air, as if the mountains of Cui Wei in the distance, and the rugged boulders around them, were all used by Zhen Li, and all of them turned into his own enemies. Under the pressure of the hot five finger prints, it was difficult for him to breathe.

"Ah...... How so?"

Fang Lei's legs and feet also seemed to be stuck in the mud, and every step forward had to pay a huge price.

"Ha Luha, you can't escape the palm of my hand. You little guy, quickly explain the sect, maybe I can spare your life. ”

This voice was sharp and full of a domineering spirit against the sky, and it was by no means Zhen Li's voice.

Fang Lei Ha Lu Ha smiled, at this moment, a gang aura appeared, he knew that as long as he escaped now, he would be able to have a new life, on the contrary, if he was suppressed by the enemy's exercise, he would face a dead end.

Suddenly, Fang Lei stopped, and suddenly his hands were united, and the Qingmo Sword turned into a fire dragon shape in his palm, with the blade facing the sky.

The sword is used as the sword, and the sword is used as the sword.

"Poof!"

With a bang, Fang Lei's clothes exploded, revealing his muscular upper body.

The blade of the sword burned with blue flames, soaring into the sky, and the fiery snake licked the straight blade as if it had been tempered thousands of times, as long as it reached into this worldly furnace to forge, it would definitely form a peerless blade.

Hegemon, madman, madman.

In an instant, Fang Lei's momentum changed from a Confucian to a peerless overlord!

The unique commander-in-command temperament is like the Milky Way being broken, like the abyss being broken. He stood there, and there became an iron-blooded banner against the sky, fluttering the flag, banging, the body became a monument, the spirit was the flag, the spirit was one, neither humble nor arrogant, completely showing a realm of competing with the sky and the earth.

If I want to be angry, I will be angry with the sky, and no enemy, no matter what level you are, will definitely not stop my madness against the sky, and if I have a sword in my hand, I will slaughter all enemies.

"I'm going to see if this cultivator realm powerhouse in the small world realm is really as powerful as the legend! Senior Xu Rong, borrow your master sword technique, borrow it from me......

The almost infinite sword intent, at the moment Fang Lei stopped, absorbed all the vitality within a radius of several miles. Killing the main knife method, is to self-damage a thousand, kill the enemy eight hundred mad knife method, Fang Lei with a sword as a knife, once used, the surrounding mountains, forests, trees, wild grass, trees, as if all the vitality has been drained away, one by one died, a breath, was still a lush green jungle, suddenly the dead leaves flew wildly, fell into a late autumn and winter unique depression.

At this critical juncture, Fang Lei turned his sword into a knife, and in his hand it seemed that it was no longer this ink-stained sword, but had become a murderous and crazy knife - the blade of innocence.

The sword is the knife, and the knife becomes an artistic conception;

Raising the blade upward, the almost endless sword intent seemed to form an elliptical shape like a galaxy, in which thousands of stars, the amount is innumerable, slightly agitated, these formations turned into a stream of knives, more than 108,000, it is against the sky, against the five-fingered palm print of the ancestor of the Yuanbao.

"Ah! This kid is really a disciple of the cultivation realm, who is it? Hmph, it's a pity that this is the territory of my Yuanbao ancestor, you are a tiger, give me a stomach, you are a strong dragon, you have to coil for me. Ahh......hh Great luck treasure, press!"

The current Zhen Li has long been manipulated by the Yuanbao Ancestor, the Yuanbao Ancestor flew in the sky, turned over and pressed, and a palm print ten times heavier than before, varied, forming the shape of a gold ingot, as if coming from the spine of the firmament, from the depths of the universe 108,000 miles away, from the origin of the star core of the stars, a slap cover.

Poof!

Thunder rolled, rubble flew wildly. The backbone of these mountains for dozens of miles, under the pressure of the power of this cover, has been forced into it for dozens of meters, countless hundred-year-old trees are burning, and countless birds and beasts have become martyrs in their sleep.

At this moment, Fang Lei's body was almost dead, and pieces of flesh and blood were in a state of rapid cremation, and even the shape of his bones could be seen, and the flesh and blood quickly turned into flying ashes and turned into floating zero.

If the sky is lovely, the sky will be old, but the dragon will rush out of the clouds.

The mad Fang Lei completely absorbed the essence of the Killing Master Sword Technique, not for the enemy, but for me.

"Ha, haha!"

With a miserable laugh, Fang Lei's spine seemed to be broken, but he looked up, and his expression in the starry eyes was even more resolute;

At this moment, his heart did not die, but felt that life was like a candle, since it was doomed to perish after it was lit, why not fight with the enemy before extinction?

With a miserable smile, he had already made up his mind to die, but seeing that Qingmo was about to hit the giant palm, he would end up burning with jade. Fang Lei's eyes flashed with a startled daze, and he suddenly remembered that on the battlefield of the ancient gods, his base was still in a state of shock.

In that desolate world, there are still dozens of pincer insects, busy under the leadership of Brother Dasha, building palaces, and Xiaohua guarding many insect eggs into a deep sleep; Zao Wou-Ki must still be in a state of busy paperwork, thousands of skeletons are conscientious and fall into meditation.

The battlefield of the ancient gods in the cold winter has long been dormant, and all the sins, cause and effect, stories, and secrets will be lifted after the cold winter period.

"And I, am I going to die here? Now, this bad guy who has nothing to do with it, fight to the death, turn into bones?"

This kind of questioning frightened Fang Lei.

The heart moves by itself.

"Ah, I don't live entirely for myself, if I do it for myself, why am I afraid of this palm print, and why am I afraid of this world. Ah, no! The husband can throw his head at any time and spill his blood all over his mouth. But - I have a bigger mission!"

"I want to live for the battlefield of the Old Gods, those people who are trying to leave!"

Chalcedony Dao ring in the palm of the hand, fluorescent flowing.

Fang Lei's other palm was placed on it, he smiled sadly, twisted the chalcedony Dao ring slightly, and the whole person turned into a white light, disappearing under the pressure of the five-finger palm print.

"Wave ......"

The palm print of the majesty of the world fell on the ridge, and the peaks that stretched for dozens of miles made a dull echo and collapsed. After Fang Lei left, because he had to follow the law of conservation of mass, he couldn't take the Qingmo Sword in his hand, this sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and it had long since turned into a curved scrap iron, and the spiritual mystery had long been consumed in the process of sharpening the impact of the five-finger palm print.

Zhen Li, who slowly fell in mid-air, his head was scattered, his eyes touched the Qingmo Sword, and he couldn't say to himself: "Who is this guy, who can actually escape the fatal blow of the master-I can't think of it, I can't think of it!"

Across the entire Yunhai Empire, there are only a few masters who can escape the mastery of the Yuanbao Sect, and there are only a handful.

And Fang Lei is just a small character in the realm of a great martial artist, he is so powerful, and it is no wonder that Zhen Li is scared into a cold sweat.

Obviously, the Yuan Bao Sect had left his body, and Zhen Li looked very weak. He picked up the scrapped sword on the ground, and after being surprised, as if he had made up his mind, he decided to leave here.

Click!

Zhen Li's footsteps stopped, and time stopped flowing. Since Fang Lei had already completed the entire process of traveling back to the battlefield of the ancient gods, time was suspended.

......

The battlefield of the ancient gods, Fang Lei's small room.

Frost freezes everywhere. Under the burning lamp, a thick layer of ice grenades also formed.

With the advent of the cold winter period, the extremely freezing temperature penetrates more than ten meters underground, and this low temperature close to minus 100 degrees seriously intrudes on the activity of any living organism. And in the outer world, it has long fallen into a state of static, and there are no living creatures.

Falling into the realm of the ancient god battlefield, Fang Lei's skeleton gasped for breath, and the confrontation with the Yuan Treasure Sect a moment ago made Fang Lei's soul suffer a heavy blow, he was still in a serious state of mental damage, his brain was like a blank, he was like a puppeteer, standing dumbfounded.

Time flowed like this.

Time in the battlefield of the ancient gods, day and night!

On the wooden tabletop, the skeleton uncle in the mocking face, the Hundred Insect Ancestor, witnessed Fang Lei return to the room, he clearly found that there were shocking cracks on Fang Lei's bones, it was obvious that in another space, Fang Lei had experienced a dangerous encounter on the verge of life and death.

Moreover, the bone fire in this guy's skull seems to be in a state of extinguishment, and the whole person's bone frame is in a rhythm close to that before the death is near.

The Hundred Insect Ancestor said secretly, "Oops, it seems that if you don't get the nourishment of the shallow firefly energy, this kid will definitely hang up completely." Hey, how can this problem be solved? It's up to him!"

The lamp, the green smoke curls, and the years are traceless.