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Boom!

Fang Chen feels that his body is falling rapidly and his whole body is filled with endless magma.

It seems that if you are not careful, it will be submerged by magma.

The temperature of the magma is extremely high. If ordinary martial artists come here, the yuan God will be corroded, but Fang Chen is OK. His yuan God stepped into the emperor's realm, and his mind moved. The soul power covered his whole body and isolated the hot magma.

"How about it?"

Suddenly, the voice of the red and black ROC came from behind.

Fang Chen subconsciously turned his head and saw that the red and black ROC bird turned into its noumenon. It was huge and had two wings, which covered its whole body and isolated it from the erosion of magma.

"I'm fine."

Fang Chen Road, red and black ROC bird see shape, flashing a trace of shock in the eyes.

God of the Empire!

As the head of the Peng clan, he has been practicing for endless years. How can he not know that the God of the emperor's realm is terrible.

"Originally, I was worried that when crossing the magma, your spirit would be burned. Now it seems that I am worried about it." Red and black ROC birds spit words.

The God of the emperor's realm is too terrible. Even if it is a God, it's not as good as it is.

"Under the earth, there is an independent space, which dominates the skeleton, and it is in it. And to get into it, you have to go through a lot of magma. " Two people's bodies, while falling, red black ROC bird while explaining to Fang Chen.

"The flame magma, originally nonexistent, was attracted by the dominant bones, and gradually evolved into such powerful magma through the baptism of years."

Imperceptibly, the magma is contaminated with the breath emitted from the dominant skeleton, and subconsciously protects it.

Any warrior who wants to pass through the magma will be blocked by the magma.

Boom!

Just when the red and black ROC's voice just fell, suddenly the surrounding magma changed greatly.

Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo!

The terrible magma, gathered together, formed a terrible vortex.

In the whirlpool, the breath that makes people tremble, one after another enchanting flame flowers, escape from the vortex.

"Not good."

Fang Chen is very sensitive to all the flames in the world.

After seeing the enchanting flowers, he felt the dangerous breath approaching for the first time.

"You can't put it all together."

Fang Chen yelled, stomped his feet, and quickly fell to the bottom. As for the red black ROC, he flapped his wings, and his speed was extremely fast.

Under the earth, surging magma, surging, into a line of fire dragon, straight after Fang Chen and red black ROC bird.

I don't know how long it passed. They felt their bodies sink and fell to the ground.

"Hoo!"

The towering magma disappeared in an instant.

Fang Chen looked up and suddenly found that he and the red black ROC bird were in front of a void door.

"Is this the entrance to the independent space?" Fang Chen asked.

Red black ROC bird nodded, "yes, this is the entrance. Let's go in."

Whoa!

The red and black ROC bird is familiar with the road and its body is flashing. It will soon open the door of the void and enter it with Fang Chen.

Independent space is quite different from the outside world.

The breath here is mild, as if in a paradise, with no competition from the world.

I can't imagine that they just passed through the fiery magma of the test of life and death, but now, there is such a beautiful place.

"Do you feel it?"

Red black ROC bird deep voice, it that Causeway big eyes, look around, very alert.

"Well?"

Fang Chen's powerful divine consciousness diffuses in an instant and melts into the void a little bit.

The next second, Fang Chen felt a mysterious breath.

"This is..."

Want to capture, but can't start.

But Fang Chen is very clear, this breath, real existence, and has a great influence on him.

Hiss! Hiss!

When he sensed this breath, it seemed that the whole world was under his control.

Boom!

In his mind, the soul power erupted completely. He stamped his feet and suspended in the air, trying to find the breath.

But it didn't work out.

"So, why is the breath so shocking?"

Fang Chen's heart is very shaking, that kind of breath, mysterious and mysterious, he has never felt.

"No..."

All of a sudden, in Fang Chen's mind, there was a flash of light, and then his eyes were hot, and his face showed a look of incomparable excitement.

"I once felt this kind of breath when I accepted the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor in the immortal palace." Fang Chen said in a deep voice.

He finally remembered.

At that time, although he felt this kind of breath, he didn't care too much.Now, combined with the elements of independent space, dominating bones and so on, he suddenly realized a problem.

"Is this the breath of domination?"

But it's not right.

Whoa!

His eyes twinkled, and the long silent Zhi Gao Zu Tong suddenly jumped up involuntarily.

Fang Chen almost blurted out subconsciously, "the power of supreme rules."

His body trembled, his heart set off a storm, "is this the breath of supreme rules?"

The supreme rule is everywhere, but no one knows it exists.

In the chaos of ancient times, all the warriors had a common purpose, that is to control the supreme rules and to transcend the heaven and earth.

However, from ancient times to the present, it is only the masters who stand at the top of the pyramid who can really achieve this.

"It seems that there are really dominant skeletons here."

Fang Chen's heart is surging, his heart reads to move, landed in front of the red black ROC bird.

"Let's look for it carefully."

Red black ROC bird path.

The ruling skeleton contains the supreme rule, and if it doesn't want you to see it, it can't be seen at all.

Everything, with fate.

…………

The black region is a large area like the Dragon domain, and it also occupies a certain position in the northern region.

Vast territory, boundless, strong as clouds, layers out of groups.

Peng magic gate is a first-class force in the black region.

If according to the real combat effectiveness, the strength of pengmo gate is not as good as that of Ouyang family in Longyu.

Today, the atmosphere in Peng Mo gate is very depressed.

"Xiao Han, you asked me to come here. What can I do for you?"

An old man, dressed in gray, came to Xiao Han.

If Fang Chen were here, he would surely recognize that this man was the transcendental master who escaped from his hand.

"I feel that my practice has reached the limit. In the next step, it is the realm of king." Xiao Han Dao.

No one knows what his name is. Except for some high-level people of pengmo gate who kindly call him Xiaohan, others all respect him as the leader of Han kingdom.

"Really?"

Smell speech, Peng demon door Lord's face, showed the excited look.

"That's great. If you are in the realm of transcendental world Master, you will be able to defeat the top king of the world. If you step into the realm of king, you will surely be able to sweep the whole world." It seems that the master of the pengmo sect has seen the rise of the gate because of Xiao Han.

"I want to try again."

Korea is the main road.

The master's face changed for a while, and finally he nodded and agreed.

"I'll go with you."

After a while, the master of the Peng demon sect took the master of the Han kingdom to the Forbidden Palace.

On the walls of this palace, the runes flicker and the oppressive atmosphere diffuses. In the empty palace, only a pair of copper coffins are placed quietly.

The oppressive breath comes from the bronze coffin.

"Xiao Han, you should be careful. That drop of blood is a treasure left by our ancestors of pengmo clan. So far, no one can take it out." "If you feel the danger, stop immediately," ordered the master of the Peng demon sect

In the history of his Peng magic gate, there were many outstanding Tianjiao, who forcibly demanded blood and died suddenly.

The ancestors once said that this drop of blood is the hope of the revival of the Peng demon sect.

If later generations can take it out, it will be famous all over the world and achieve some hegemony.

It's a pity that although the blood is strong, the Peng devil gate is helpless.

This is not the first time that the leader of the Korean community has tried, and all the previous attempts have failed without exception.

Whew!

The body shape of the master of Han Kingdom twinkled, and in an instant he came to the bronze coffin.

Boom!

In the bronze coffin, there was a deafening sound, as if the whole world were about to explode.

From the bronze coffin came the smell of terror.

"Open."

The Korean master drank low, spread out his big hands, and grasped the edge of the bronze coffin. The strength in his body erupted instantly.

"Ah

However, the bronze coffin was too heavy for him to move.

Hiss! Hiss!

The power of the vast blood in the body, crazy through its palm, into the copper coffin.

Dong Dong Dong Dong!

The bronze coffin suddenly became restless, and the master of the Han kingdom could clearly feel that the drop of blood seemed to become manic.

Click!

Just as he was thinking about how to open the copper coffin, suddenly the copper coffin automatically opened a corner, and the force of terror came.

"Not good."

The leader of the Korean kingdom whispered that it was not good. His figure flashed and he quickly retreated.

Hiss! Hiss!

Although he dodged in time, his sleeve was still burned.

"Strong blood."In the eyes of the Korean master, there is an amazing look.

"This drop of blood seems to have something to do with the king of blood."

The master thought to himself, "when I use the power of blood, the drop of blood is actually restless. It seems that my strength is not enough to open the bronze coffin. "

Thinking of this, Han Jiezhu's heart is more eager to kill Fang Chen and absorb his blood power.

"If I absorb that guy's blood power, I will break the bronze coffin."

The blood in the bronze coffin is very important to the master of the Korean kingdom.

He had been in the Peng demon gate for so many years to get this drop of blood.

"Han, are you ok?" Asked the master of the Peng demon sect.

Master Han shook his head, "I'm ok. By the way, how many puppets are there in pengmo gate?"

"The old ancestor left nine puppets. Three of them were destroyed by the enemy countless years ago, and the remaining six were guarding the mountain formation in the town. They could not get away. The remaining three were the assassin's mace of pengmo gate."

"Master."

The master of the Han Kingdom turned around and looked at the master of the Peng demon sect seriously. "I found a strange place in the boundless mountains. There seems to be a treasure there. I need three puppets."

"This..."

The master of pengmo sect pondered.

"I can guarantee that when I come out of the boundless mountains, I will be king of the world."

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