C2680 (1/2)
Looking at the ancient sage chaos, Fang Chen is the absolute king.
With his own efforts, he stood at the top of the chaos void.
With the rapid development of the sword sect of Shura, there are many worshippers.
Big black sky.
A black robed square Chen and a blue robed square Chen look at each other.
The black robe is the original one, while the blue robe is the separate body.
This time, I don't know how long it will take to come back. For the sake of safety, Fang Chen brings his body into the chaos of ancient saints and sits on one side.
If before, Fang Chen would not be so careful.
However, after the Bodhi event, Fang Chen was more careful.
Hum!
The palm of the Lord waved, the vast power, crazy into the body of the body.
The cultivation of self-cultivation soared almost instantaneously.
Therefore, in the state of mind, it has been achieved for a long time.
As long as you have enough strength, it's too easy to improve your accomplishments.
In a twinkling of an eye, the self-cultivation reached the level of xuanshenjing Zun. Moreover, it is not a general venerable, but a venerable at the level of heaven.
”In ancient times, it is difficult to reach the empty ancient realm.” Fang Chen murmured.
Immediately, he took the body, entered the sea of heaven.
Using the cultivation environment of tianzunhai, together with the powerful strength of my own, I helped to separate myself at one stroke and broke through to the empty ancient realm.
”With the present strength of the body, although it can not be equal to the ancient Bodhi God, but at least there is no problem in self-protection.”
I grinned.
In particular, time and space together, to a very high level, looking at the chaotic void, almost no one can trace the trace of the body.
In this way, Fang Chen is more at ease, no worries.
Whoa!
He was the master of the sword School of Xiuluo, guarding the ancient sage chaos.
Fang Chen and the six elders of the Presbyterian Council were informed, and talked with the ancient god of void for a long time. I resolutely set foot on the road of pursuing the peak of martial arts.
After a short stay with lovers and friends, Fang Chen quietly left the ancient sage chaos.
Once again into the sea of tianzunhai, Fang Chen is familiar with the road ahead.
”Where is the heaven's ancestral pupil?”
According to the ancient Bodhi God, Tiandao Zutong, one of the three highest ancestral pupils, is in the sea of heaven.
”Thirty years from now, there is still a period of time, first go to the Blackpool camp to have a look.” Fang Chen murmured.
There are many ancient gods in the vast sky.
Fang Chen rides Dongming mountain and gallops on the surface of Tianzun sea.
A few months later, he came to mieshen island.
Fang Chen's divine sense scanning did not find the three giants.
His eyes fell on the other side of mieshen Island, where the heize camp is located.
In the dark eyes, flash a trace of cold color.
For endless years, haze chaos has always wanted to occupy the ancient saints chaos, which is also regarded as their enemy of chaos.
Whoa!
Through layers of light curtain, Fang Chen came to the Blackpool camp.
Tear!
Just landed on a barren plain, Fang Chen felt the breath of the cold, whistling.
”Repression.”
The Blackpool camp, too repressive.
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo!
In Fang Chen's thinking, all of a sudden, there are countless voices in the distance.
Then, a voice of rage came into Fang Chen's ears.
”If you break into the Blackpool camp, you will be killed.”
The leader is an ancient god with the limit of empty ancient environment, and behind him there are several ancient gods at the peak of empty ancient state.
They surrounded Fang Chen.
”Kill.”
With the command of the ancient god of the limit of the ancient space, several ancient gods of the peak of the empty ancient environment suddenly thundered.
”Looking for death.”
Fang Chen's face was cold, his fists clenched, and his fist burst out.
Click!
On the fist, there is a strong force, and the space is fragmented.
The ancient gods who were hit by him were instantly broken, and even the original gods were directly shattered.
With one blow, you can kill an ancient god at the peak of the empty ancient realm.
This scene has attracted people's attention.
”Well?”
Some other ancient gods, who were preparing to attack, had a trace of anxiety in their hearts.
”Bang!”
several punches erupted again, and the ancient gods, the peak of the empty ancient realm, all fell.
All this happened between the electric light and flint.