Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

The great world of Yunhuang.

Fang Qinghan is sitting cross-legged in the void, her white skirt fluttering in the wind, as if she wants to ride the wind back home, her ethereal and dreamlike temperament comes out of the dust.

At this time, four or five years had passed since Fang Qinghan left Qingxu Peak. The original little girl had already emerged as a graceful figure, with a peerless fairy-like appearance, like a dream.

Behind it, a deep and endless dark vortex gently rotated, and the majestic life essence of the sea was plundered, transformed into the purest cultivation, and integrated into its blood and bone soul.

The mountains and rivers below all collapsed and collapsed, and incomplete corpses and skeletons were scattered in the ruins of the mountains and rivers. Each skeleton exuded a faint luster, showing how powerful they were during their lifetime.

However, at this time, the most essential energy in their corpses was gone, and it was all transformed into Fang Qinghan’s cultivation.

This great world of Yunhuang is a great world under the control of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty. They are all descendants of the heroes and generals of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty over the years. They are among the most solid supporters of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty.

Ever since Fang Qinghan left Qingxu Peak, he has been wandering around the more than ten great worlds under the control of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty, hunting the gods who hold high positions in these great worlds, and occasionally hunting the god kings.

When Jiang Chen slashed his sword at Yuhuaxian Dynasty through the air, cutting off the Yuhuaxian Dynasty’s luck for a hundred thousand years, and leaving a warning, the elder sages of Yuhuaxian Dynasty were so frightened that they did not dare to take the initiative to attack Qinghan, for fear of offending him. Out of Jiang Chen.

In the past five years, Fang Qinghan has hunted more than ten god kings and nearly a thousand gods. Among them, nearly a hundred are young gods who are less than a hundred years old. They have gained a great reputation and are like the rise of an emperor star, shining in the nine days and ten days. land.

Under the control of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty, talented geniuses from various forces were born one after another. They intercepted and killed Fang Qinghan in more than a dozen worlds, but they all became the dead souls of Fang Qinghan’s men.

Not long ago, a god king from Yunhuang World led more than a dozen gods to set up a blockade and killing formation. They wanted to kill Fang Qinghan here, but Fang Qinghan killed them all.

After overcoming the tribulation and becoming a god, the breakthrough in each small realm is harder than reaching the sky. It not only requires the support of massive spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but also needs to understand the original power of the avenue and condense the laws of the divine way that are exclusive to oneself.

The more powerful the Tao, the more difficult it is to break through.

If Fang Qinghan wants to break through the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Body, he needs to condense the vast and endless divine laws. Each strand of divine laws is far more complex than other gods. If he practices normally, it will take at least a hundred years of hidden cultivation to reach the ultimate realm of gods. .

However, Fang Qinghan’s Immortal-Swallowing Demonic Sutra can not only swallow the life source of others, but also forcibly refine the remaining Shinto laws in the body of the gods into attributeless fragments of Shinto laws, and transform them into her own cultivation.

Although refining in this way will waste more than 90% of the Shinto laws, there is no need to worry at all.

After these four or five years of killing and devouring, Fang Qinghan has reached the ultimate level of the God Realm, and may step into the God King Realm at any time.

“brush!”

Suddenly, a black feather about a foot long appeared silently in the sky above Fang Qinghan. There were thick black blood dripping from the base of the feather, exuding a heart-stopping and terrifying aura.

Immediately afterwards, the entire feather began to sway gently, exuding auras of obscurity, decay, decay, mildew, death, destruction, etc. Thick black blood lines flew out from each black feather, overwhelmingly moving in the direction. The coldness covered it and went away.

In the blink of an eye, the dark blood line wrapped Fang Qinghan into a black blood cocoon about ten feet in size, and it was expanding rapidly.

The dark blood line was filled with the power of a deep and evil curse, penetrating into her blood and bone soul, and Fang Qinghan’s aura became ethereal and ethereal.

“brush!”

A young man in white clothes suddenly appeared in the void. He was tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. His body was filled with mysterious and unpredictable Shinto rules, and he had a sense of detachment that looked down on all things.

Looking at the black blood cocoon in front of him, the young man in white shook his head slightly, with a hint of disdain on his lips, and sneered: “This cursed blood feather has cursed more than one god king to death, so when used on you, it is really overkill! Swallow it!” The Heavenly Demon Body, which has been rampant in my Yuhua Immortal Dynasty for so long, finally fell into the hands of my Yu Tianxing!”

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the black blood cocoon around Fang Qinghan was quickly fading, and a black vortex was faintly revealed in the depths of the blood cocoon, which was frantically devouring the curse power contained in the black blood cocoon.

“Can you even swallow the power of the cursed blood feather?”

Yu Tianxing’s pupils suddenly shrank, his hands quickly made secrets, and an antique bronze bell rushed out from the center of his eyebrows. The body of the bell was covered with flame patterns, exuding vast divine power.

“brush!”

The next quarter of an hour, the ancient bronze bell appeared in front of Fang Qinghan.

Above his head, a blue-black flame curtain hung down, covering Fang Qinghan under the bell before the power of the cursed blood feather was exhausted.

Under the ancient bronze bell, the black blood cocoon completely disappeared.

Fang Qinghan opened his eyes, with a faint demonic light shining in the depths of his eyes. He reached out and pinched the illusory cursed blood feather from the void. He gently applied force and the cursed blood feather silently disintegrated in the void.

“How dare you use such a trivial trick to embarrass someone?”

Fang Qinghan looked at Yu Tianxing in the distance, his tone as cold as smoke.

“Stop being so arrogant! Die!”

Yu Tianxing drank violently, his divine power surged in his body, and he poured it crazily into the ancient bronze bell.

The ancient bronze bell shines brightly, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within tens of thousands of miles is drawn in, vibrating out layers of bell waves burning with blue-black flames. The rules of the Shinto are churning endlessly, and are suppressed by Fang Qinghan below.

Wherever the bell wave passed, even the void was shattered into nothingness.

Fang Qinghan’s eyes turned into two bottomless black whirlpools, and he shouted: “Swallow the spirit!”

“Buzz!”

The ancient bronze bell made a mournful sound, and the gods contained in it were abruptly pulled out, and fell into Fang Qinghan’s eyes uncontrollably.

In the next quarter of an hour, the ancient bronze bell lost all its brilliance, and the flaming bell wave in the sky automatically disappeared.

The god in this artifact has perished, and only the divinity in the material remains. Its power is completely gone, and it flies out uncontrollably.

Yu Tianxing was implicated, and he let out a muffled sound. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he exclaimed: “How is it possible?”

Fang Qinghan raised his eyes and looked at Yu Tianxing, clasping his hands in front of his chest. A blood-red energy vortex condensed out, with a faint smell of blood floating around, and seemed to be able to swallow up all the heavens and worlds.

Suddenly, Yu Tianxing felt that all the blood in his body was rioting, spurting out from the pores of his body uncontrollably, and the life essence disappeared quickly with the spurting of blood.

Yu Tianxing was horrified. A colorful feather pattern appeared in the center of his eyebrows. He pressed the bottom of the box to stop the flow of blood, but it had no effect.

“Spare my life…” Yu Tianxing begged for mercy with a frightened face.

Fang Qinghan remained unmoved, and the bloody vortex on his chest spun even faster, stripping away all the divine energy in Yu Tianxing’s blood and converting it into her own power.

In the blink of an eye, all the divine blood in Yu Tianxing’s body was lost, and his skin and bones completely turned into a mummy, falling from a high altitude to the ground.

Fang Qinghan put away the bloody vortex, looked at the horizon, and said indifferently: “After watching it for so long, get out!”