"Even if he doesn't come to me, I won't let him go one day!"
Fang Yuan stood in the sky, evolving into chaos, but still standing on top of it: "But today, you will definitely die!"
Although his Seven-Star Sword Formation is completely incomparable to the scene of the real beginning of chaos, even one ten thousandth of the power it evolved is more than enough to destroy a seventh-level Void Saint.
The green chaotic current surged past, sweeping away everything. No matter what kind of magic weapon Feng Buer released, they were all drawn into the long river and directly obliterated.
"Ah! My blessed place!"
Behind Feng Buer, a shadow of a blessed land appeared.
This is where all the heritage of a seventh-level Void Saint lies, and it is also the final lair!
"The dream of the Seventh Level Void Saint can already be turned into reality. It is equivalent to a small portable cave. Once it falls, it will become a large piece of blessed land..."
Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan felt even more enlightened.
At the last moment, Feng Buer put aside all his scruples and took out his last trump card.
In the misty phantom of the blessed land, powerful individuals emerged one after another, and some even reached the level of sixth-level virtual saint.
"Ah... it's the ancestral god!"
"The Ancestor Saint is at war with the Demon!"
"Sir... I'm here to help you!"
…
Individual figures emerged and rushed out, blessed by the power of the Blessed Land, constantly resisting the chaotic green energy around them.
"This is... a person?"
Fang Yuan was slightly startled, and then he realized: "Although the seventh-level Void Sage cannot create humans, he can move the spiritual wisdom race to reproduce in his real dream. Is this the background of Feng Buer? He alone is a family sect. ! ”
The creation ability of the seventh-level Void Saint is still incomplete.
If you pursue wisdom, you will not be able to reproduce, such as the previous fire dragon boy and the various sword-holding boys.
If you pursue reproduction, you cannot have wisdom, and at most you will create a group of ferocious beasts.
Only true divine dreamers can have both worlds and create a truly civilized race.
But the real dream of the Seventh Level Void Saint is no different from a blessed land, where wild beasts can breed and people can naturally live in it!
Therefore, even if they cannot create, they can still migrate. Most of the seven great powers keep their trusted followers, clansmen, and disciples in their dreams, safe and sound.
However, now that Xu Sheng is facing danger, the so-called Wu Yu has become a big joke.
Boom!
The Sancai Sword Formation seals the sky and the earth, and there is a mighty torrent of chaos in the middle. Under the seventh-level Void Saint, they are completely ants.
No matter which one rushes out, it will be brushed by the energy of chaos, and it will immediately turn into flesh and bones, and finally return to the most essential particles, dust will return to dust, and soil will return to soil.
"You will go back, guard the formation, and survive the catastrophe!"
Feng Buer's expression changed, and the power of multiple realms continued to bless him, resisting the torrent of chaos.
"It's useless... you will only perish here today!"
Fang Yuan came down: "Your main mind can neither communicate with the saint nor escape... Even if you plant the seeds of resurrection, only a clone will be resurrected in the end, not you! Together with the seventh level of cultivation For the sake of this memory, I will completely lose it!”
Is it a joke to reopen Chaos
Under such a blockade, all message transmission is impossible, and even resurrection is subject to certain restrictions!
While speaking, the cyan torrent in the void has rushed into the real dreamland, evolving into a great catastrophe.
Bah!
As soon as the chaotic green current rushed, the heaven and earth shattered directly, evolving into earth, fire, feng shui, and disrupting everything.
The entire real dream world, as well as all the creatures in it, were suddenly reduced to the most basic particles under the power of chaos, and scattered back to heaven and earth.
"puff!"
When the real dream is broken, not only does the sect's relatives die, it also represents the consumption of the domain's power.
On Feng Buer's body, the original power of the blessed land collapsed. His whole body was disheveled, and a trace of fear finally appeared in his eyes: "You can't kill me! I have a trace of the saint's mark on my body. Once I fall, the saint will come immediately. !”
"Even when death is imminent, I still speak out! Even if a saint comes, besides their true self, why should I fear a clone?"
Fang Yuan looked calm and stretched out his hand to caress.
Boom!
The green torrent pressed down directly, and with a violent brush, the defense around Feng Buer was cracked, and even a layer of flesh and blood on his body was removed.
"You dare to kill me?"
Feng Buer deeply felt the crisis of life and death, and suddenly opened his clothes, revealing a long mark on his chest: "Welcome the saint!"
Buzz!
With a flash of light, the huge pen that had always been crystal clear appeared in front of the torrent of chaos. Without moving the brush, with the smell of dreamy flowers, it directly pushed away the torrent and aimed towards Fang Yuan's true body.
"This is... the pen of a saint! It can kill the mighty!"
When Mu Hezi, who was watching the battle, saw this scene, he felt every hair on his body stand on end. A severe danger came to his heart, making him know that if he faced this blow, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die!
"The saint's clone can't save you today!"
Fang Yuan shouted coldly and punched out, hitting the tip of the pen.
Boom!
The void shook, and an indescribable force knocked the holy pen backwards.
The giant pen let out a mournful cry in mid-air, and soon cracks appeared all over the pen, spreading inch by inch, falling into chaos, and turning into layers of powder.
"impossible!"
Feng Buer and Mu Hezi were in disbelief when they saw this scene.
"This is the mark of a saint. It represents a saint's blow. How could it be shattered so easily?"
"Die!"
Fang Yuan didn't bother to say more and directly involved Feng Buer into the torrent.
His ability to make such a shocking blow was actually the result of many aspects working together.
First of all, there is a seven-star sword formation that seals the sky and the earth, evolves earth, fire, and wind and water, and isolates everything. Even saints cannot sense it and cannot transmit power through the air.
Secondly, his own cultivation is profound, and he has cultivated both Dharma and body, reaching the realm of great power.
At this time, under the background of the reopening of chaos, the evolution of Pangu's eagle body can be said to complement each other. Under a full blow, even the saint's clone has to temporarily avoid the edge.
"No!"
"I, Feng Buer, am the elder of the Yuanchu Society and a future saint. How could I die here?"
Chaos flow swept away, and the flesh and blood on Feng Buer's body disappeared, leaving only a skeleton. Even so, fierce flames still showed from the eye sockets, full of resentment and unwillingness, and finally turned into a plea: "Forgive me." Me! I still have a long life, and I don’t want to die here... I am willing to surrender to the imperial court and the Hidden Dragon Guard. As long as you spare my life, I still have several treasures, and I can tell you the big secrets of the Yuanchu Society!"
"What a pity, I don't believe a word you say!"
Fang Yuan strolled forward, like the Pangu giant who created the world, trapped in chaos, and placed a palm on the skull.
It would be a lie to say that you are not moved by this person's surrender.
However, he was not cultivated enough and could not effectively control a seven-level power. To avoid trouble in the future, he could only kill them all at this time.
boom!
The skeleton shook, and immediately turned into bone powder, and was melted by chaos.
"I can not be reconciled… "
Even if the Dharma body is destroyed, there is still a huge thought struggling in the void, rippling back and forth.
The most tenacious thing about a dream master is that his spiritual thoughts are astonishing. Even if he does not rely on his body, he can survive independently for a long time. His ghost spirit is immortal, and he can even possess his body and seize his body.
"People who are already dead should stop causing trouble, huh!"
Fang Yuan's expression remained unmoved as he controlled the torrent of chaos.
Even the powerful Yin Spirit of Ten Thousand Tribulations is not a saint after all, and this torrent of chaos is even more like a nemesis.
As soon as the torrent rolled, a phantom appeared on the ground, exploded suddenly, and turned into endless diamond-like thoughts. Each one contained a Feng Fuer with a ferocious face, either roaring, cursing, or begging for mercy. , and evolved endless memories and thousands of spells, which made Mu Hezi feel very sorry to see them.
However, in the end, everything fell into silence, and there was no trace left.
"Owner!"
The four boys of Earth, Fire, Feng Shui appeared and returned to Fang Yuan, but the rest of the Sancai Sword Formation still maintained their blocking posture, aiming at Mu Hezi.
"This old boy doesn't look like a good person. Do you want to practice together?"
All the children seemed eager to try.
"Wait a minute! I am a good man! A very good man!"
Mu Hezi blushed, but at the critical moment of life and death, he didn't care about his face and bowed deeply to Fang Yuan: "Old Hidden Dragon Guard Five Commander Mu Hezi, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life!"
"I don't like the dream master from Yuan Chu, so I just do it this time!"
Fang Yuanyi waved his hand: "Recently, I have made breakthroughs in seclusion and ignored foreign affairs. I wonder what the world is like now?"
"Alas...it's hard to describe in words!"
Mu Hezi gave a wry smile, and was not surprised at all. He simply said: "Zhang Jin and Wu Yue fought consecutively, and the imperial court was unable to control it. The most important thing is Shi Longtu. This thief has just captured Yingchou City. I'm afraid Within seven days, we will drink the Ma Yujing River and besiege the imperial capital!"
"Tsk tsk... In other words, the Daqian court is almost over?"
Fang Yuan's expression was calm, without any hint of impatience or urgency.
Mu Hezi thought he had guessed something about this reason, and even smiled bitterly: "I am an old man who has received great favor from the Lord and the court, but I still have to go back and live and die with the Hidden Dragon Guard... I don't know, this Taoist friend, How do you call the Jue Xin layman back then?"
"Jue Xin Jueji is my master!"
Fang Yuan didn't hide this. Anyway, he was using the Seven Star Sword Formation now and he didn't show up. Who could guess that he and Fang Yuan from the Realm Alliance were together
"Sure enough... Jue Xin, the layman, was once the elder of my Hidden Dragon Guard. To have a successor like this, the Lord must be very pleased!"
Mu Hezi thought about it, but finally couldn't help it, and asked tentatively: "I wonder what fellow Taoists think of the imperial court?"
Although there is little hope, Jue Xin Jushi and the Five Alliances are definitely irresolvable mortal enemies. With this prerequisite, there is no basis for cooperation between the two parties.
The war is coming, and every ounce of strength must be gathered together!