Chapter 2144 (1/2)

Fang Yun uses holy Qi to accelerate his escape and goes straight to fengskull mountain.

The turning of the dragon will attract a large number of demons and barbarians. It is unsafe for tens of thousands of miles. Fengtou mountain is the only place suitable for him to be promoted to a great Confucian.

After a long journey one day and one night, Fang Yun finally reached Fengtou mountain again.

On the way, Fang Yun always had a sense of crisis and felt that he would be followed, but after entering Fengtou mountain, that feeling immediately disappeared.

There are semi saints in fengcranial mountains.

Instead of going to the residence of the Holy Spirit in the mountain, Fang Yun found a hidden cave, entered it, and called out the war poetry soldiers to protect himself. He put all the last dragon power and the ten sacred air regiments into the xinghuohun Tianjian. As long as there is danger, the xinghuohun Tianjian will spontaneously protect himself, which is enough to stop the emperor's full attack.

Finally, Fang Yun sat on the ground and God entered the Wen palace.

The palace of literature is as big as a city. The stars twinkle in the sky, the silver light is scattered, and the courage is hanging high in the air, shining on one side.

Deep in the palace of literature, a statue of self stands, with a cloud of talent on his head, holding strange books and heaven and earth, calm and calm.

Under the statue, there are some strange gods, such as Tianshu seedlings, sacred air mass, nine Wentai

Fang Yun's mind is like a translucent man sitting under the statue.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the unfinished ninth platform flew over.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, absorbed a large number of holy Qi and his talents, turned into a powerful force, fell on the ninth Wentai, and began to cast the 99th floor.

A sound like the thick sound of the impact of stone plates sounded on the ninth text platform. It seemed to penetrate the long river of history and connect the ancient and modern world.

At the moment when the ninety ninth floor was completed, the surface of the ninth Wentai was shining, and the whole Wengong palace was full of dazzling and gorgeous brilliance. Then, a colorful magic light rushed out of Fang Yun's eyebrows and went straight to the sky.

High above the sky, the divine light suddenly burst into hundreds of millions of light spots, like flying catkins, flying to the burial Valley in all directions.

The sky over the burial holy Valley is as clear as washing and eternal, but at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appear at the highest altitude, like the Lord of the burial holy Valley, overlooking the world.

The ninth stage was formed.

No matter what kind of holy power the first eight Wentai contains, the surface is extremely exquisite, as if it is the painstaking work of skilled craftsmen. However, the ninth Wentai is like a white square platform knocked out by hand. The surface is rough and simple, and there is nothing on the Wentai.

It seemed like a stone square platform, bare as if it had been dug out of the soil just now, without the slightest strong breath.

When the ten sacred air masses entered the swallowing seashells, they saw a drop of Holy Blood flying out.

The blood of the half holy king.

The drop of blood as like as two peas in Wang Jinglong's face.

The Little Wang Jinglong was just a foot in front of Fang Yun's nose. His holy power rippled and his eyes were bright. He was clearly just a villain, but he was like a giant, incomparably great.

The Little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected, nodded slightly to Fang Yun and said, ”good.”

With that, Xiao Wang surprised the dragon, took one step, disappeared and appeared on the ninth stage.

Xiao Wang Jinglong found a place to stand on the stage, turned into a white statue and didn't move.

The whole stone platform still looks so rough, but it is filled with an inexplicable smell, like an ancient beast lurking and waiting for a ferocious God.

The whole Wen palace trembled slightly, as if it was awed by the new ninth Wen Tai.

Holy soul Wentai, the first in history.

Fang Yun opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Nine Wentai, officially cast.

Fang Yun got up, his clothes were flying, his black hair was swinging, and bursts of strange fragrance spread in all directions, and pieces of strange flowers fell like rain.

The cave seems to be a paradise, pleasing to the eyes.

The clouds appear at your feet and hold Fang Yun up. Different from usual times, the clouds are bright. It seems that there are sun, moon and stars in the clouds, emitting soft and white sky light, shining everywhere.