How many Zhuji dare to fight with Jin Dan?

How many Zhuji dare to argue with Yuanying?

How many people dare to build a foundation and start a catastrophe?

Fang Xing was originally a person who was not forced to do so, and even Jin Dan was unwilling to fight hard, but at this time, he raised the black giant sword, and wanted to wrestle with the Hating Heaven Ancestor, and indeed when he heard that the Hating Heaven Ancestor was a tribulation cultivator, ordinary people were afraid that their legs were sore and weak immediately, and they didn't even dare to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, but Fang Xing thought that the Hating Heaven Ancestor had been hungry for thousands of years, and how much ability did he still have on his body?

He has the breath of the Thunder Pool to maintain his vitality, but how much strength can he have to maintain this vitality?

He still remembered that he had been hungry for two years, and when he first came out of the customs, his body was weak, and after he got out of the customs, he also drank a lot of spiritual energy in one go, but it was useless, even if he had spiritual power in his body, he still had sore legs and weak feet, it seemed that people couldn't eat without food, and in the same way, he didn't believe that the hating ancestor who had been sitting for thousands of years could still have much strength.

Even if this old monster has reached the realm of eating and drinking, it is useless, because in this broken place, there is neither wind nor dew.

It can be said that in the area where the Nine Levels of Tongtian are located, not even a trace of aura can be found.

His courage also made the Hatred Heaven Ancestor a little stunned.

After a long time, the ancestor of hating the sky smiled bitterly: "In my life, this is the first time in my life that I have met a foundation ...... who dares to do something with me."

"Fart, didn't you dare to do it with you when you were smart and building the foundation?"

Fang Xing scolded, and his figure quickly flipped back again. There was already an extra bow and seven arrows in his hand.

It's just an ordinary artifact, and it's not supernatural. But Fang Xing was very serious about taking the arrow and loosening the strings.

"Whoosh ......"

The arrow turned into a streamer and flew towards the Hatred Heaven Ancestor.

"Knock"

In the middle of hating the Heavenly Ancestor's eyebrows, but the arrow shattered, and the stars fell to the ground.

The physical body of the cultivator of the Tribulation is not something that can be harmed by such a mysterious weapon.

"Don't have to try ...... again"

The Hatred Heaven Ancestor slowly spoke, as if he wanted to stop Fang Xing's nonsense.

But Fang Xing gritted his teeth. He didn't listen to what he said at all, and shot out seven arrows in a row, each arrow pointing at the eyebrows of the Ancestor who hated the sky. After the seven arrows were shot, there were two more flying wheels, and after the flywheels, there were more than a dozen brilliant flying swords. After the flying sword. It's poison, it's a talisman, it's a thorn, it's a halberd, it's a banner, it's a bone blade, and even a sealed ghost.

For a while, the area where the Hating Heaven Ancestor was located was like a battlefield, shrouded in all kinds of grandiose or weird or majestic righteousness or weird and inexplicable powers, drowning the body of the Hating Heaven Ancestor, almost like a candle in the wind......

If you say that there are so many kinds of magic weapons on your body, who can compare to the above?

It's not for nothing to move a small treasure trove!

Poor hating the ancestors, Rao is a catastrophe and cultivation. But it is true that the body is stiff and extremely difficult to move.

At the beginning. He still maintained his mastery demeanor, as indifferent as a giant looking at an ant trying to bring him down......

He probably thought that if Fang Xing was allowed to make trouble, he would naturally despair when the magic weapon was exhausted.

But he didn't expect that Fang Xing had so many magic weapons on his body, and he didn't finish it......

"Little bastard, do you really think these gadgets, but why did you get an old man?"

For the first time, anger appeared in the voice of the Ancestor of Hatred, and the yin was like a steel knife, scraping bones and souls.

"It's just a piece of cake in front, but now it's the real ......"

Fang Xing waved his hand and played dozens of flame burst talismans, covering it with the monstrous fire intent, he suddenly performed the masking technique, a burst of green smoke drifted by, and he had already disappeared into the air, but what kind of cultivation the Hating Heaven Ancestor was, although this masking technique was mysterious, but at such a close distance from him, he just moved his mind slightly, and then he raised his head to look in the air, his eyes were cold, and he implied disdain.

"Do you really think you can escape from the old man's eyes?"

"Who said I was going to run away?"

Fang Xing's figure appeared, holding a rockery in his hand, and chanting a difficult incantation in his mouth.

"That's ...... Shanbao......?"

The Hating Heaven Ancestor was stunned for a moment, and a trace of surprise finally appeared on his face.

"Hehe, can't I hurt you? Then the master will crush you to death!"

Fang Xing glanced down at the Hatred Heaven Ancestor, hehe, he smiled, and suddenly accelerated the incantation and chanted, the spiritual power frantically crossed into it, the rockery kept flickering with a faint light, it seemed that there was an amazing seal from the mountain little by little, and the majestic and heavy breath came down from the rockery, enveloping the Hatred Heaven Ancestor's entire person below, and his face finally changed completely.

"Little bastard, do you want to suppress the old man's body?"

The Ancestor of Hatred was furious, and his voice rolled like thunder.

"It's you old bastard who is pressing......"

At this moment, Fang Xing had already unlocked the seal of the mountain treasure, and in the midst of a loud shout, he let go of the mountain treasure in his hand.

That rockery suddenly became larger, and an almost monstrous aura appeared, and in an instant, it had turned into dozens of zhang high, which was pressing the inconvenient Hating Heaven Ancestor below, and at the same time, the whole mountain was still getting bigger, hundreds of zhang, thousands of zhang, nearly 10,000 zhang...... A rockery swelled to infinity in an instant, and even Fang Xing crashed into the air.

When Fang Xing's mouth spurted blood and fell, there was already a majestic mountain under him, which was tens of thousands of miles wide......

"Fuck, you think you're afraid of you if you're a crosser?"

Fang Xing gasped, his eyes shining around.

He naturally also knew that those ordinary magic weapons and mysterious weapons would not work against the Hatred Heaven Ancestor at all.

At the beginning, his killer feature was this mountain treasure.

Even if you are a tribulation, even if your magic is boundless, I don't believe that a mountain can't suppress you!

If it was changed to another tribulation, this mountain would naturally have no effect, just in Fang Xing's mantra recitation, it would be enough to cross the tribulation and kill him thousands of times, but the Heavenly Ancestor was indeed extremely weak, even if it was difficult to move a little finger, let alone move his body and avoid this mountain that fell from the sky...... This is simply sitting there waiting for Fang Xing to take the mountain to suppress him!

"Do you want the master to guard for you and escape by yourself? I'll crush you down the mountain and see how you get out!"

After taking a few breaths, seeing that the Hatred Heaven Ancestor did not break the mountain and escape, Fang Xing also breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the cruel words.

In the face of the cultivation of the terrifying Tribulation, even if he was a cultivator who had been sitting for thousands of years, his body was decaying, his divine consciousness was weakened, and there was no one percent of the strength left in the strength of ten thousand people, Fang Xing did not dare to be careless, because compared to this old man, he was indeed weak like an ant, of course, his own ant was able to move out of a big mountain and press him underneath, which was also quite a great ability.

"Little bastard, you dare to make a move on the old man, it makes the old man a little surprised, you can see that the old man's body is decayed, and it also makes the old man a little surprised, being able to come up with such a means to suppress the old man's body, it makes me a little surprised......" Just before Fang Xing's breath of air could be spit out, suddenly a deafening sound sounded, and above his head, a purple light appeared.

In an instant, Fang Xing's heart almost stopped beating, and his eyes widened and he looked into the air.

At this time, in the air, a fist-sized Heaven Hateful Ancestor flew in the air, lifelike, looking at him with angry eyes.

"Yuan Infant out of the shell?

Fang Xing seemed to be taken aback suddenly, shouted, jumped up, and swung his sword towards the Yuan Baby.

"If you can force the old man to take you away, it's your ability......"

The Yuan Ying roared, the sound was mixed with rolling thunder, Fang Xing's mind was dizzy, and the sword was slashed halfway, and he was no longer able to swing it, and the Yuan Ying "whoosh", turned into a purple light and drilled into Fang Xing's forehead, when the voice of the Ancestor of the Hatred Heaven sounded again, it was impressively in Fang Xing's knowledge of the sea: "There is a Creation Thunder Pool, the old man didn't want to give up his body, even if it has been decayed, he can also use the power of the Creation Thunder Pool to continue his life...... It's just that you little bastard shocked the old man, and he actually suppressed the old man's body, so helpless, the old man can only borrow your flesh shell to leave here, and you will guard the chess game here!"

"With my body, guard the chess game, borrow your flesh shell, and return to the world!"

The Hatred Heaven Ancestor invaded Fang Xing's sea of knowledge, roared like thunder, and pounced on Fang Xing's Dao Tower.

The realm is the most difficult moat to cross!

Even the power of the Divine Soul of the Heavenly Ancestor has been weakened to the extreme, but the Tribulation is the Tribulation, and for him, it is really easy to use the Yuan Infant who has experienced three thunder tribulations to take away the flesh shell of such a foundation-building monk as Fang Xing!

It's just that even he didn't expect that when he found out that this Yuan Ying had invaded his own sea of knowledge, he laughed out loud: "Old bastard, you said you were going to take me away, so the master wouldn't have to make such a big effort...... Heaven and earth, you can take away anyone you want, and if you want to take away the master, then you will kick it on the iron plate! Samadhi real fire, come out for me, burn this old bastard......"

Rumble!

In the sea of Fang Xingzhi, there was suddenly an endless monstrous flame burning, and almost instantly it filled the void.

It was the Yuan Infant who hated the Heavenly Ancestor, and after encountering this flame, he was also taken aback, and quickly opened a purple light defense.

"Samadhi True Fire? You are clearly just building a foundation, and there will be Samadhi True Fire in your body?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the wonderful Yuanying, but Xuan Ji showed an even more arrogant laugh: " Okay, good, good, this shows that your meat shell is even better than the old man imagined, I was worried that if I gave you away, if thousands of years of practice disappear, you need to start all over again, but since your meat shell is so miraculous, then it won't take a hundred years, the old man can restore the peak cultivation of the year, hahahaha, although this samadhi true fire is powerful, it's a pity that you didn't refine it yourself, and the old man is also a person who has experienced three thunderstorms, you want to burn me, that's a dream, this meat shell, the old man is going to decide, you let it out......"

In the midst of the roar, the Hatred Heaven Ancestor let out a long laugh, and Yuan Ying turned into a purple sword qi and slashed straight towards Fang Xing's Dao Tower. (To be continued......)