"The Palace Master's breath is much stronger than before! Is his cultivation one step closer?"
The elder exclaimed.
"It's true. Is the Palace Master already at the seventh heaven of the Escape Realm? Wouldn't it be the same level as the real person Zhiyun..."
Another elder exclaimed.
Zhiyun Zhenren is already standing at the top of the semi-sage, stepping forward and becoming a saint!
If the palace lord also reaches this level... then their heavenly palace will not only be the first gate in the southern border from now on!
All the outer door elders were extremely excited.
As for those disciples, they used admiration and admiration eyes to look at the skyward blue light in the depths.
This is their ultimate dream of cultivating immortals.
Become the strongest person like the palace lord, like Zhiyun Zhenren!
"Fang Yu, who gave you the courage to make you dare to do it in the heavenly palace!?"
At this time, a very majestic sound, which contained monstrous anger, came out of the beam of light.
"You did it first. I don't need the courage to fight back, right?" Fang Yu rushed to the beam and smiled, "Are you the real Zhiyun?"
"I am the palace lord of the Heavenly Palace, living in the fog." A deep voice came from the beam, "Zhiyun Zhenren is attacking the saint, against you... I am enough."
"So confident? You should have seen how the elders of your inner sect were defeated by me?" Fang Yu asked with squinting eyes.
"Tuofan is a huge difference, if you compare them with me... you will pay a heavy price." Wu Cangsheng said coldly.
"I don't think so." Fang Yu shook his head and said, "Extreme Fire Sect's Duan Ao Tuofan's third heaven, and your inner door grand elder is Tuofan's fifth heaven. Both give me the feeling... There is not much difference, neither can resist my punch."
"Haha..." There was disdain in the misty sneer.
At this time, the turquoise light ahead slowly dissipated.
A figure fluttering in white clothes appeared.
Long black hair scattered behind, flying in the wind.
His face is not old, on the contrary, he is extremely young, with sword eyebrows and star pupils, which is extremely handsome.
This is the current palace lord of the Tiangong, who lives in a fog.
Fang Yu looked at the foggy people and squinted slightly.
With a disdainful smile on Wu Cangsheng's face, he looked at Fang Yu with scrutiny eyes.
"Precisely speaking, the Escape Realm is no different from an ant in front of me." Fang Yu said again, "Because the ant can't hold me a punch, and the Escape Realm can't hold me a punch."
"Hahaha..."
Wu Cangsheng looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm.
"Fang Yu, Fang Yu, I don't deny that you are indeed very strong, and you have really caused a sensation in the entire realm." Wu Cangsheng said with a smile, "but you must know that there are people outside the world, and there are heaven outside the sky. Never take me with ordinary monks. In comparison, even if I am in the Sixth Heaven at the same level as me... I don’t deserve to be on the same level as I am now."
"You just need to know that you will die miserably, and the broken feather gate behind you will also die completely because of you. I won't give you a chance."
At this point, the smile on Wu Cangsheng's face narrowed, and a burst of green light flashed in his eyes.
Ten minutes ago, he thoroughly refined the Skyrim Sacred Fruit.
Therefore, he is not alone with him now.
Although the realm has not yet reached, he still feels that he already has the strength of a saint.
Fang Yu frowned as he watched the foggy people.
He always felt that the mood of the palace lord was not right.
Heavenly Palace was destroyed by his palm for a third, but the foggy man didn't show anger, and he still had a feeling of joy
This kind of emotion doesn't seem right, right
Moreover, Wu Cangsheng was full of contempt for him whether it was words or expressions in his eyes.
It was as if Fang Yu was a trivial ant.
This attitude is also wrong.
After all, Fang Yu had just easily solved the eight elders in their inner gate of the heavenly palace.
No matter how arrogant this foggy person is, he wouldn't ignore the eight elders of their inner door, right
"In his situation, there is only one possibility... that is, he has realized something, or has broken through a realm... He is too happy to put anything in the past in his eyes." Fang Yu's eyes flickered slightly as he analyzed in his heart.
"Fang Yu, believe it or not... I can suppress you with just my right hand?"
At this time, Wu Cangsheng spoke again.
"Are you sure?" Fang Yu smiled and asked.
"After I refine the sacred fruit of the sky, I can use a hot character like you as a stepping stone. It's really good luck." Wu Cang's face was full of smiles.
"I only used one punch." Fang Yu said, "Just like what I just said... Verify that there is no essential difference between you and an ant on the ground."
Hearing these words, Wu Cangsheng's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Fang Yu repeatedly compares him with ants, which is extremely disrespectful to him!
"If your punch doesn't work, you will die." Wucang said coldly.
Fang Yu shook his right hand and said, "Before doing it, I want to ask you a question. What is the relationship between your Heavenly Palace and the Supreme Sacred Pavilion?"
Hearing the name'Zhishengge' from Fang Yu's mouth, the foggy eyes changed slightly.
But he quickly smiled and said, "It's okay to tell you... The Skyrim Sacred Fruit I just refined was given to me by the Supreme Sacred Pavilion."
"Why did he give it to you?" Fang Yu asked, squinting.
"You are dying, why do you have to ask so much?"
As Wu Cangsheng said, his body suddenly exploded.
"boom!"
Behind him, there appeared a figure who was meditating, bursting out with a strong light, releasing a terrifying coercion!
At this moment, the world seemed to be stagnant.
"The breath of the palace lord... Is this sanctified!?"
"Behind him is the Faxiang or the Extreme Realm?! Or is it the holy light unique to the saint!?"
"Too powerful... The Palace Master is much stronger than before!"
The people in the outer Tiangong kept exclaiming.
At this moment, Fang Yu was also observing the misty common people.
"Come on, Fang Yu, I know that you are practicing physical cultivation... but in a moment, I will show you the real gap between physical cultivation and our top monks." Wu Cangsheng sneered.
"Then I will come."
Fang Yu's eyes were slightly drenched, and he rushed towards the misty common people!
Wu Cangsheng raised his right palm slowly facing Fang Yu who was rushing.
"Crack!"
At this moment, the whole world seemed to freeze into ice.
A monstrous magical energy locked the whole world.
Even a particle of dust, as small as a molecule or atom, is still and unable to move.
"Crack!"
Fang Yu paused for a second, a golden light flashed on his body, instantly breaking through the terrifying magic power between heaven and earth!
"Wow..."
As if glass shattered, Fang Yu approached the foggy people all the way, bringing up bursts of space debris along the way.
Wu Cangsheng's eyes moved slightly, his right palm condensed a group of strong magical energy.
The figure meditating behind him exudes a strong blue light.