Yuan Ying is Yuan Ying, not to mention that this Ancestor who hates the sky is the Yuan Ying who has survived three thunder tribulations?

Even if he made thousands of calculations and missed Fang Xing, he didn't expect that this little ghost had so many hole cards, and he forcibly consumed his Yuan Baby, and he didn't expect that there would be a strong existence of the Dragon Clan, completely ignoring the fate of his soul, and rushed into Fang Xing's sea of knowledge to die with him, but before he died, the Yuan Ying exploded, and the power of the chaotic soul was still terrifying......

Almost instantly, the Golden Dragon Divine Soul Shock closest to it almost disappeared, and it kept impacting outward.

If this continues, even Fang Xing's sea of knowledge may collapse.

And Fang Xing was also shocked at this moment.

Seeing that the red dragon's soul was shattering, his heart felt like it was pumping hard.

Almost without thinking about it, he roared, and sent out the broken lotus treasure seal that protected his true spirit, turned into a crystal clear light, and flew into the forehead of the golden dragon's divine soul that was about to dissipate, the lotus treasure seal was extremely strange, even if it was about to be broken, the immortal ability of its guardian divine soul was still there, and the golden dragon's divine soul that was about to be broken and dissipated was fixed in an instant.

After that, Fang Xing's three-headed and six-armed demon spirit that appeared in the form of a demon spirit, in a completely unprotected state, looked up to the sky and roared, in all directions, and the monstrous flames of anger burned when they landed, all of which were true fires that had completed the samadhi, and they were like spiritual flames, churning and burning from the bottom of the sea of knowledge, wrapping the power of the incomparably violent divine soul of the Ancestor of Hatred of Heaven in it, refining it alive.

"Hate...... Hate!"

"The old man has been withering for thousands of years, but in exchange for such a result?"

"Thief God, the old man's defeat. Non-combat power. But the number of calamities makes it ......"

Even though the primordial infant has been shattered. But the Hatred Heaven Ancestor still has the remnants of the spiritual fragments, all under the refining of the Samadhi True Fire, desperately roaring, one angry, one resentful, amazingly furious, rolling back and forth, sweeping the sea of knowledge.

But he hated the most. It wasn't Fang Xing, but God.

is a person with amazing talent, less than a thousand years old, he set foot in the realm of tribulation, even in Shenzhou, he is amazing.

was calculated by others, but there was no place for him to stand in the huge world, and he was forced to escape into the South China Sea and return to the ruins, which is okay, and the ancestor still refuses to admit defeat. Relying on his own talents, he continued the ancient road to the sky. He broke through the seven levels of the sky, but was trapped in ten unique chess games, but he still did not give up, so that a doppelganger holding the treasure mirror escaped from the ruins and set up a game to get out.

However, he didn't expect that the doppelganger was chased and killed by Lu Fengtian, the ancestor of the Fengtian clan, and wanted to use him as the last old demon who sacrificed the Fengtian sword, and as a result, the doppelganger fought a big battle with Lu Fengtian, and both were defeated.

When the treasure mirror is born again, the arrangement left by the ancestor of hatred in the Taishang Dao Palace will naturally give birth to induction, ascend to heaven in September, close the big array, and the treasure mirror contains a wisp of residual thoughts of the ancestor of hatred, when it can smoothly lead to the eighth level of Tongtian.

But no one expected that the rebellion of returning to the ruins was started because of the nine coffins falling from the outside world, and the various ministries started chaos in order to compete for the opportunity to leave the ruins, and the servants who hated the ancestors of the heavens were also seriously injured in that battle, and the information left behind was incomplete......

For these reasons, the situation of hating the Heavenly Ancestor is thousands of years, and the time is so long that it makes him crazy.

It's easy to have a coincidence, but someone really came, and there was hope of getting out of trouble.

But how could he have thought that his dignified cultivation and taking away a foundation junior would be a failure?

This last spirituality, the ancestor who hates the sky really wants to cry without tears, but he only hates the sky!

“...... God...... You don't say you're playing with me, who believes me......"

Fang Xing naturally couldn't control the correction of the most tragic tribulation in history now, when he said goodbye to this world and refined the power of the violent divine soul of the Ancestor of Hatred, the red dragon's almost shattered divine soul had also returned to its original body, Fang Xing also hurriedly withdrew from the sea of knowledge, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of big eyes, close to him, looking at him quietly.

The red dragon still maintained the appearance of opposing his forehead at this time, and Wen did not move.

"Big dog, you're not going to fucking finish playing, are you?"

Fang Xing screamed in a trembling voice, holding the red dragon's head with both hands.

The spirituality in the red dragon's big eyes at this time was almost dissipating, and there was only a trace of intimacy, which was still nostalgic for Fang Xing.

"It was too badly injured, not to mention the injuries outside the body, and the soul was also on the verge of shattering, although you used that strange treasure to protect the last of the soul, but it only slowed down the speed of the soul flying, and it was powerless to ......return to the sky" In the back of the red dragon's neck, there is a red feather, which is where part of the soul of the evil king of Dapeng lives, and it emits divine consciousness fluctuations at this time, transmitting sound to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing didn't answer, took a deep breath, and then looked at the red dragon's body.

On the dragon's body, there are scars everywhere, the injuries are so serious that people can't bear to look at them directly, three of the four dragon claws are broken, and the dragon scales on the body are almost half removed, revealing a bloody wound, and the bones are almost visible.

Even between its threats, there was a wound that almost broke it in two, as if it had been split by void lightning.

It can be said that there are at least four scars on its body, which are even fatal!

Fang Xing couldn't understand how the red dragon broke into the Tongtian Ancient Road from the Taishang Ruins and rushed to his side.

However, the body was seriously injured, and the spirit was about to dissipate, but the red dragon's eyes were very calm, and even slightly excited.

It slowly opened its mouth, as if to stick out its tongue and lick it.

Usually it licks Fang Xing, always disgusting Fang Xing, and slaps it over, so it can only engage in a sneak attack, taking advantage of Fang Xing's unpreparedness, "whoosh" and licking it, and then quickly retracts its tongue, closing its eyes and waiting for Fang Xing to slap on the head, this time, it also wants to engage in a sneak attack, but the injury is too serious. But the movement is incredibly slow. I didn't stick it out for a long time.

"Lick lick lick. Lick your uncle!"

Fang Xing slapped it on the head, his eyes were red, and he scolded: "After licking the master for the last time, you want to die, right?" The story says so, but the master doesn't allow you to die, you can't die, follow me ......"

He gritted his teeth and gasped for breath twice. "Bah" to the ground, then raised the red dragon's head with both hands, roared, directly put the red dragon's head on the shoulder, and then rose to the clouds, after he was more than thirty feet from the ground, the tip of the red dragon's tail could leave the ground, Fang Xing resisted the red dragon like this, staggered, and flew forward......

"Alas......"

Even the wisp of the soul of the evil king of Dapeng. Seeing this scene, I don't know what to advise.

The chessboard that was scattered all around. is turning into flying smoke, disappearing continuously, even the ancestor of the hatred of the sky did not expect that this eighth level of the ten unique chess game, is the game of breaking death, in the case of no life, break a life, the chess game is self-solving, and Fang Xing in this chess game, in the hatred of the ancestor of the thousands of years of survival, it should have been the reason of the chess game, unintentionally solved the game.

The chess game dissipated, Fang Xing and the red dragon in front of him, and then returned to the wasteland, and further on, there was no scenery to see, only a cyan stone tablet with faint handwriting, behind the stone tablet, it was the void of the partition, and there was nothing else, Fang Xing swept his eyes, and saw the two lines of words recorded on the stone tablet: "The road to heaven is broken, and the first-line immortal machine is given to the fate of the ......"

The evil king of Dapeng divided the divine thought of Chi Yu was scanning the words on the stone tablet, and was taken aback, and the divine thought fluctuated: "Look at the meaning on this tablet, could it be that the road to heaven was cut off from the eighth level? Who has such a great magical power to cut off the road to heaven from the eighth level? These first few levels, but not in vain? The tablet says that there is a line of immortal machine, and what is a line of immortal machine?"

Fang Xing didn't answer, closed his eyes, sensed it carefully, and suddenly flew to the left front.

"Hmm, what are you looking for?"

Red Feather exuded fluctuations, but Fang Xing didn't pay attention to it, still flew straight forward, soon, the evil king of Dapeng knew what he was looking for, in front, there had been a rock pit flashing with thunder, about ten zhang more than a square circle, flashing faint light, the pond water was over, there were thunder snakes manifested from time to time, it seemed extremely sacred, and the distance was a hundred zhang, you could feel the abundant vitality.

"Huh, in this pool...... ...... in this pool"

The divine soul stored on the red feather by the Dapeng Evil King suddenly trembled in surprise, and the divine soul couldn't help but fluctuate.

"This is the Creation Thunder Pool, that old monster, who can last in the chessboard for thousands of years, is relying on the breath of this Thunder Pool!"

Fang Xing resisted the red dragon and walked towards the end of the thunder pool step by step, his voice low, explaining to the Dapeng Evil King.

"Creation of Thunder Pond ......"

"It turned out to be the Creation Thunder Pool...... The first-line immortal machine mentioned on the tablet originally referred to it...... Creation, what a creation......"

The wisp of the Dapeng Evil King's divine soul became excited, and even the fluctuations of his divine thoughts were chaotic, not only that, but even the Dapeng Evil King himself, who was outside the ancient road to the heavens, across an endless sea of clouds and void, felt a whim, and did not touch the remnant soul, and it didn't know what its remnant soul saw, but through this dark induction, it knew that it must have missed the big opportunity.

"Little ghost, come in, come in, with this Creation Thunder Pool, the first eight levels are not in vain...... It can be said that it is too worthwhile, too much of it...... You have just been injured by the old monster who took away the house, and your cultivation has collapsed, and you don't know how many years you have to cultivate before you have any hope of recovery, but with this creation thunder pool, everything is not a problem, you don't need to do anything else, just enter the thunder pool and sleep, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, or ten thousand years, who cares about it, the longer the better, when you wake up, it is even possible to become an immortal directly......"

The red feather of the Great Roc Evil King had even flown up excitedly, fluttering in the air.

"There is a saying in Suzaku's memory that the Ten Peerless Immortal Universe Immortal Machines are actually true!"

"Although the road to heaven is cut off, this wisp of immortal machine is worth all ......"

A feather fluttered in the air excitedly, and its appearance was quite weird.

"Come in, this is the immortal machine, this is simply a loophole in heaven and earth, sleep in the thunder pool, no need to practice, no need to understand, just sleep in it, when you wake up, there will naturally be a great creation in the body, and even directly become an immortal...... If you don't sleep, I'll spontaneously ignite and turn into ashes, and find a way to notify the body to come, this creation can't be let go, this is the only chance......"

"Sleep naturally to sleep in, but it's not me who wants to sleep in......"

Fang Xing sighed, gently put the red dragon down, and patted its dragon head.

That Akabane suddenly became excited: "You...... What do you want?...... You're going to give this one and only immortal machine to this dragon?" (To be continued......)