Chapter 465： Mountain pressure

How many Zhuji dare to fight with Jindan?

There are a few more foundations to dare to fight with Yuan Ying?

How many other building bases dare to do it?

Fang Xingben is a last resort, even Jin Dan is not willing to hard-hitting, but this time he has mentioned a black giant sword, to hate the ancestors of the ancestors, and indeed listen to the hatred of the ancestors. Ordinary people are afraid that the legs will be scared immediately, and they will not dare to ask for mercy, but Fang Xing thinks that hate Tianzu has been hungry for thousands of years, how much skill is there?

He is the vitality of the atmosphere of the thunder pool, but how much strength can this make him survive?

He still remembers that he was hungry for two years. When he first went out, he was so weak, and he also drank a lot of aura after he left the customs, but it was useless, even if the body had spiritual power. However, it is still a sore leg. It seems that people who don’t eat food are not good. Similarly, he does not believe how much strength he can have for thousands of years.

Even if this old monster has reached the realm of the meal and drink, it is useless, because there is no wind or exposure in this broken place.

It can be said that even in this area where the Tongtian Jiuguan is located, even a hint of aura can not be found.

His guts, but also let the hate ancestors feel a little horrified.

After a long time, I hate Heavenly ancestors and smiled bitterly: "The old man is the first time he has met the building base that dares to work with me..."

"Fart, when you are smart and building a foundation, you don't have the foundation to dare to do it with you?"

The party was screaming, and the figure was quickly turned back to the back. There was already one bow and seven arrows in the hand.

Just a normal mystery. Not to be divine, but the party is very serious to take the arrow, loose strings.

"Whizzing……"

Arrows flowed and flew past the hateful ancestors.

"Boom"

In the middle of hate the old man's eyebrows, but the arrow shattered. The stars fell on the ground.

The body of the repair of the robbery is not a mysterious weapon that can be hurt.

"You don't have to try again..."

Hate the ancestors slowly opening their mouths and seem to want to stop this slap-like move.

However, the party clenched his teeth and did not listen to what he said. All seven arrows were shot. Every arrow pointed to the eyebrows of the hated ancestors. After the seven arrows were shot, there were two flywheels. After the flywheel, there were more than a dozen flying swords with great brilliance. After the flying sword. It is poisonous, but also a symbol, a thorn, a scorpion, a flag, a bone blade or even a seal.

For a time, hating the area where the ancestors lived is like being a battlefield. It is shrouded in various or grand or strange or arrogant or inexplicable forces, drowning the body of the hated ancestors, like the wind. Remnant candle is generally...

If you say that there are so many kinds of implements on your body, who is better than the top?

Mobile treasures are not white!

Poor hate of the ancestors, Rao is a robbery. But it is true that the body is dead and the movement is extremely difficult.

At the beginning, he still maintained a master style. Like a giant looking at a cockroach that struggles to stumble on himself...

He probably thought about it, letting the party go to trouble, and the instrument was consumed and naturally desperate.

But he did not expect that there were so many instruments in Fang Xing, but they didn’t finish...

"Small bastard, you really thought these little things. Why did you get the old man?"

For the first time in the voice of the hated ancestors, there was anger, and the haze was like a steel knife. Scratching the bones.

"The front is just a small dish, now it is real..."

The party waved and waved dozens of blasters. Through the sacred fire, the masking technique was carried out, and a burst of blue smoke drifted over. He had already disappeared into the air, but he hated how the ancestors of the heavens were repaired. This masking technique is mysterious, but at a distance. Under such a close distance, he just looked at the micro-motion, and looked up into the air, his eyes were cold and implied.

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

"Who said that I have to escape?"

The shape of the square line appeared, and the hand held a rockery in his hand, and his mouth was low and he recited a hard spell.

"That is... Shanbao...?"

Hate the ancestors stayed for a while, and his face finally showed a hint of excitement.

"Hey, can't you hurt you? That little man will crush you!"

Fang Xing looked down and hated the ancestors, and smiled. The fiercely accelerated the spell and chanted, and the spiritual power madly entered it. The rockery kept flashing with glimmers, and there seemed to be an amazing seal from the mountain. With a little bit of unraveling, the majestic atmosphere was uploaded from the rockery, and the whole person who hated the ancestors was shrouded below. His face finally changed completely.

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

Hate the day, the ancestors were furious, and the voice rolled like a thunder.

"The pressure is your old bastard..."

At this time, Fang Xing had already unlocked the seal of Shan Bao, and in the loud drink, he released the mountain treasure in his hand.

That rockery suddenly became bigger, almost like a heavenly atmosphere, and it has been turned into dozens of feet in a flash. It is just pressing the hateful ancestors who are inconvenient to move, and at the same time, the whole seat. The mountain is still growing, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, nearly 10,000 feet... A rockery, even instantly increased to infinity, and even the side of the line crashed into the air.

When the blood was sprayed down in the mouth of the square, the body was already a big mountain, and I was tens of thousands of miles away...

"Fuck, do you think that you are a robbery, I am afraid of you?"

The line was gasping, and the eyes were bright and squatting.

He naturally knows that those ordinary instrumental artifacts can't play a role in hating the ancestors.

In the beginning, his killer was the mountain treasure.

Even if you are a robbery, even if your mana is boundless, I will not believe that a mountain can't hold you!

If it is for another robbery, this mountain can't play any role. It is enough to kill him thousands of times in the martial arts of the square, but it is true that the ancestors of the heavens really sorrow to the extreme. It is difficult to move a small finger, let alone move the body and escape the mountain that descended from the sky... This is simply sitting there waiting for the side to take him to the mountain!

"Want to let Xiaoye guard for you, escape yourself? I will press you down the mountain to see how you go out!"

I gasped for a few breaths, and I saw that the ancestors who had hated the ancestors did not have a lot of dog blood and smashed the mountains to escape. The party also sighed and let go of the rumors.

In the face of repairing a horrible robbery, even if he has been sitting for thousands of years, his body is decaying, his deities are weak, and there is no such thing as a repair of the power of 10,000 yuan. Because compared with the old man, he is really weak and like an ant. Of course, it is quite a big skill for his ants to move out of a mountain and press him down.

"Small bastard, you dare to shoot the old man, so the old man is a little surprised, you can see the old man's body decay, but also the old man was a little surprised, can come up with these means to suppress the old man's body, it made me a little surprised... ..." Just when the atmosphere of the square had not been spit out, suddenly a deafening sound sounded, and a purple light appeared on his head.

During this day, the heart that scared the party almost stopped beating, and widened his eyes and swept into the air.

At this time in the air, a volley flying a fist-sized hateful ancestor, lifelike, looking at him with anger.

"Yuan Ying shelled? Crossed Yuan Ying?"

The square line suddenly felt a big surprise, shouted and flew up, and then swung the sword to the Yuan Ying.

"It can be forced to force the old man to have to win you, and it is your skill..."

That Yuan Ying big cockroach, the sound mixed with rolling thunder, the vibration of the square line of mind dizzy, that sword smashed to the middle, it has been unable to swing out, and that Yuan Ying is a "squeaky" sound, turned into a purple light into When the square's forehead, hate the voice of the ancestors, once again, it was in the side of the sea: "There is a thundering pool, the old man did not want to give up his body, even if it has been decayed, you can also use the thunder pool." Force, then renew the machine... However, your little **** has made the old man a little shocked. He even suppressed the old man’s body. That’s no good, the old man only left your place with your flesh, and you are here to play the game! ”

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

Hate the ancestors invaded the square to understand the sea, screaming like a thunder, rushing to the side of the road.

The realm is the most difficult to cross the sky!

Even if I hate the power of the gods, it is already weak, but the robbery is a robbery. For him, the Yuan Ying, who has experienced three thunders, has won the shell of such a foundation. It is really easy!

However, even he did not expect that he discovered that the Yuan Ying had invaded his own way of knowing the sea, but he laughed happily: "Pharaoh, you said that you have to win me, and the young man does not need such a big deal." Everything is going up... You want to win the house, you have to win the young man, then you are kicked on the iron plate! Three fires, give me out, burn this old bastard..."

boom!

In the midst of the sea, suddenly there was an endless blazing flame that burned up and almost filled the void for almost a moment.

It was the Yuan Ying who hated the ancestors of the heavens. After encountering this flame, he was also taken aback and quickly opened a purple defense.

"Three real fires? You are clearly only building a foundation, there will be three real fires in the body?"

Among the eyes of Yuan Wei’s Yuan Ying’s eyes, there was a glimpse of surprise, but the spine revealed a more mad laugh: “Good, good, good, this shows that your meat shell is better than the old man’s imagination. I was still worried that I won you, and if thousands of years of practice have disappeared, I need to start all over again, but since your meat shell is so different, you don’t have to be a hundred years old, the old man can restore the peak of the year, hahahaha, these three true Although the fire is terrible, it is a pity that you did not refine it yourself. The old man is also a person who has experienced three thunders. You want to burn me. It is a dream. This meat shell, the old man has to be fixed, let you let it out... ”

In the loud voice, hate the ancestors for a long laugh, Yuan Ying turned into a purple sword, straight to the side of the road. (To be continued)