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

“Boom!”

The torrent of witchcraft and the thunder of holy punishment bombarded together, making a roar like the earth was shattering. The power of the shattered rules of the holy dharma and the black light of witchcraft swept across the wilderness, tearing open endless black cracks in the void. Dozens of mountain peaks were turned into powder, rivers stopped flowing, and dust filled the sky.

“Boom! Boom! Boom…”

The stalwart figure with two wings on his back kept hitting the wedge in his left hand with the mallet of his right hand. Terrifying thunder poured down from the sky one after another. The sky and the earth with a radius of tens of thousands of miles turned into a sea of ​​thunder, like the most terrifying thing in the world. The heavenly calamity came to the world, the terrifying holy power and the heavenly punishment stirred up the sky, and the torrent of witchcraft and witchcraft came one after another to bombard and collide.

After a few breaths, the power of the Holy Punishment was exhausted, and the majestic figure in charge of the thunder disappeared in the sky. The thunder in the sky was crushed into nothingness by the torrent of witchcraft. The sky returned to clarity, but the mountains and rivers tens of thousands of miles around had turned into nothing. A vast, bottomless abyss.

The twelve witch characters turned into streams of light and submerged into the dark vortex formed by Fang Qinghan.

With the return of the twelve witchcraft characters, the evil immortal-destroying curse that was raging crazily in Fang Qinghan’s body, as if seeing his ancestors, obediently transformed into the purest source of witchcraft, integrated into Fang Qinghan’s body, and nourished the Tao. Foundation, tempering blood and bones.

The dark vortex changed, and Fang Qinghan’s figure reappeared high in the sky, with black hair like a waterfall and a white skirt, ethereal and dreamy, otherworldly.

The Holy Punishment and the Immortal-Destroying Evil Curse not only failed to kill Fang Qinghan, but instead made her cultivation reach a higher level. She has already reached the peak of the God Emperor, and is only half a step away from the realm of the God!

Yu Wuhen couldn’t hide the look of shock in his eyes, and his face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hand to recall the nine feathers exuding holy power. The figure turned into pieces of light feathers and disappeared, and the cold voice echoed endlessly in the world: “Fang Qinghan, keep those ancient characters for me. I will come and pick them up myself next time!”

“Want to leave?”

Fang Qinghan raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, raised his hand, and a torrent of disasters appeared out of thin air. Doomsday natural disasters, black sun disasters, big sun fires, earth disasters, human disasters, etc. were all included in it, and there were also gods and ghosts. The mystery of prediction is hidden, and it contains the mystery of the growth and decline of qi, as well as the ultimate principle of the birth and death of heaven and earth.

Catastrophic spell!

Yu Wuhen’s figure had already dissipated, but under the catastrophic spell that combined the three disasters and nine disasters, he was forced out of that state. The figure reappeared in the world, and the rolling disasters were endless, trying to destroy him Annihilated between heaven and earth.

Yu Wuhen was shocked and angry. He made a complicated seal with his hands, and a crystal vase with a natural Taoist charm emerged between his hands. The mouth of the bottle was full of strange phenomena, exuding the aura of tranquility, peace, perfection, and wishful thinking.

Perfect Aquarius Seal!

The crystal vase erupted with a devouring power that penetrated the heaven and the earth, forcibly swallowing the three disasters and nine disasters into it, and the whole world was cleared.

But in the next quarter of an hour, the crystal vase cracked and cracked with fine lines, unable to withstand the three disasters and nine disasters.

At the moment when the crystal vase shattered, Yu Wuhen once again sacrificed the nine feathers exuding holy power, and combined them into a nine-day holy feather sealing formation to seal around him, isolating the invasion of three disasters and nine disasters.

Three disasters and nine disasters are swirling around the Nine Heavens Holy Feather Sealing Formation, and the aura of immeasurable disasters and billowing holy power are colliding with each other.

As time went by, the energy of the Three Disasters and Nine Disasters was exhausted, and the Nine Heavens Holy Feather Sealing Formation became much bleaker, and most of the Holy Power was consumed.

“I want to leave, you can’t stop me!”

Yu Wuhen shouted coldly, the Nine Heavens Holy Feather protected his body, and his whole body turned into a gorgeous divine rainbow, quickly rushing towards the sky, and rushed thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

“brush!”

Fang Qinghan opened his mouth and spat out a small, simple and natural cauldron. It was able to grow in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into the size of a mountain. Its two ears were divided into two, and its four legs controlled the four elephants. The eight-sided cauldron was imprinted with the most primitive Bagua runes, and there were black and white on the bottom. Two yin and yang fish chase each other, filled with the atmosphere of returning to one’s origins.

Qiankun Ding!

The Qiankun Cauldron locked onto Yu Wuhen through the air, and instantly burst out with unprecedented devouring power, covering Yu Wuhen from thousands of miles away.

Yu Wuhen suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him. Even if he had the Nine Heavens Holy Feather to protect him, it could only temporarily freeze him in the void and could not protect him from leaving at all.

In fact, he felt that Jiutian Shengyu’s power was being consumed rapidly, and it was obvious that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

“Feather into the Immortal Dynasty, guarded by luck!”

Yu Wuhen shouted loudly, and a mysterious mark of colorful light feathers appeared in the center of his eyebrows, flickering violently.

Immediately afterwards, a force of destiny as vast as the abyss of the sea came across time and space, turning into a light rain all over the sky to guard his body, transcending time and space, and blocking out all intrusions.

At the critical moment, Yu Wuhen did not hesitate to use the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty’s ten-thousand-year luck protection to prevent the Qiankun Ding from being devoured.

“The power of fate of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty cannot protect you!”

Fang Qinghan’s tone was indifferent, and the devouring power of the Qiankun Cauldron became even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, the energy of the Nine Heavens Holy Feather outside Yu Wuhen was exhausted, and a whine disappeared into his eyebrows.

The next quarter of an hour, all the light and luck surrounding Yu Wuhen collapsed, and he fell uncontrollably towards the Qiankun Cauldron.

“Hateful! This Taoist body of mine only has 30% of the power of the original body. If I come in person, I will definitely kill you!” Yu Wuhen roared unwillingly, and his figure disappeared into the Qiankun Cauldron.

“Buzz!”

The Qiankun Ding made a low buzzing sound, forcibly refining the ten thousand years of luck of Yu Wuhen and Yuhuaxian Dynasty into the purest energy of heaven and earth, and replenished it into Fang Qinghan’s body.

“Is it just a Taoist body?”

Fang Qinghan frowned slightly and whispered: “The perfect feathered immortal body transformed from the blood sacrifice of the entire Tianxin world, if it dies like this, that would be abnormal! If I can kill your Taoist body this time, I can kill you next time Your true body!”

Chen Changsheng was not the only one who entered the Tianjiao battlefield as a clone.

The most perfect feathered immortal body of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty, the person who entered the Tianjiao battlefield was also a Taoist body!

“Swipe, swipe, swipe…”

Hundreds of thousands of divine radiances rose between heaven and earth, bringing with them the purest fragments of the origin of the Dao, and integrated them into Fang Qinghan’s body, condensing the foundation of the Dao and enhancing his cultivation.

“Buzz!”

There was a vague buzzing sound in Fang Qinghan’s body, and the aura from his whole body increased several times, and his movements seemed to be able to crush the galaxy.

The realm of gods!

Although Yu Wuhen is just a Taoist body, the power of luck he carries is greater than that of another Taoist disciple Yu Xin. In addition, the power of luck carried by dozens of Immortal Feather Guards are all integrated into Fang. Qinghan’s body made her break through the bottleneck and forcefully step into the realm of gods.

“There is another Feathered Immortal Seedling in the Tianjiao battlefield!”

Fang Qinghan stood in the sky, looked north in the distance, and whispered: “That position… huh? Third senior brother?”