The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

"Thunder and lightning!"

Just when Fang Han felt that he was about to sink forever, in the darkness of the eternal night, Fang Qingxue's ice-like voice suddenly came out, which seemed to be a vague Taoist sound when the world first opened.

Crackling!

A strong purple lightning suddenly tore through the darkness and shattered the universe.

At this moment, Fang Han saw Fang Qingxue who was like a thunder god in the sky.

The aura of mana energy exuding from her body was so powerful that the heaven and earth trembled, like an eternal giant between heaven and earth. Countless thunder lights intertwined and emerged in the sky, and the phenomenon was astonishing.

This is the terrifying aura exuded by a strong person in the secret realm of immortality. With a change of mind, he can use all kinds of magical powers and secret techniques at will.

In this kind of terrifying battle, any words said are redundant and a waste of time. The reason why Fang Qingxue wanted to respond to the opponent before was to secretly accumulate strength and push his own magic power to the extreme.

Unfortunately, the demon god's clone saw through it and trapped it in space with the magical power of the sky demon swallowing the sun.

However, although she fell into a disadvantage in an instant, Fang Qingxue still launched the most terrifying offensive.

The endless black fog around him quickly dissipated, and the light reappeared.

Fang Qingxue opened a path in the endless black fog and rushed toward the demon god's clone at lightning speed.

Purple lightning flashed, thunderbolts were heard in the sky, and boundless black mist stirred, but there was nothing that could be done against Fang Qingxue.

"The demon slays the gods, and uses the moon to reach for the stars!"

A vast demonic sound suddenly appeared in the black mist, and the sound waves condensed into spears, which fiercely stabbed Fang Qingxue's protective purple lightning, killing the purple lightning to pieces.

Then, the black mist in front gathered together, forming a huge "demon hand" that came down like a big fishing net, trying to catch Fang Qingxue in its hands.

"God's will is like a sword, cutting everything to death"

Fang Qingxue's expression remained unchanged, one palm stood upright in front of her chest, and a purple electric sword light as thick as a bucket struck fiercely, right between the eyebrows of the demon god.

Chi!

The demonic hand was torn apart by the light of her sword.

At such a close range, he was fighting against a demonic giant in the Xuanhuang World. Although he was just a clone of a brand, he was still classified as a pinnacle figure in the Secret Realm of Immortality, and his strength was unpredictable.

After this incident, Fang Qingxue can truly be on the big stage of Xuanhuang World.

Boom boom boom!

The war broke out, and two terrifying figures, one black and one purple, fought all the way, flying rapidly. Wherever they went, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Countless underground demons and flying yaksha armies were affected, causing heavy casualties deep in the underground world.

Even many great Shuras and monsters in the Mystical Realm of Supernatural Powers were trembling and hiding, not daring to come out at all. The level of power in this battle was too high.

Different from Fang Qingxue's panicked escape under the demon god's move in the original work, Fang Qingxue's strength was so much stronger at this moment, and she actually went back and forth with the demon god's clone, evenly matched.

"Haha, what a holy girl from the Ascension Sect, Fang Qingxue has such a good name, I will remember it!"

The demon god clone smiled, and there was a hint of appreciation in his words.

"Now that I have remembered it, I will impress you even more, Demon God!"

Fang Qingxue's voice was like eternal ice and snow, and her whole body was covered in white clothes, surrounded by purple lightning.

In an instant, above the dark sky, the boundless sea of ​​thunder was surging, the aura was vast, and it was filled with infinite destructive power.

At this moment, Fang Qingxue was performing one of the ten evil-level treasures of the perfect world - the Thunder Emperor's Treasure. Directly harnessing the power of the supreme thunder, he blasted towards the demon god clone at lightning speed.

The art of thunder represents the most powerful killing method in any big world. It can intimidate all living beings and has incomparable blood suppression. .

"What kind of magical power is this?!"

The demon god screamed in surprise. Even though he was so knowledgeable, he couldn't help but said in horror:

"You were born in the Yuhua Sect, but you have developed your own magical powers. Such qualifications! The right path will produce a great evildoer, and you will not be allowed to do so!"

The demon god no longer had the previous aloofness, his expression was solemn, and his mana surged crazily.

"Time stands still!"

This demon god was actually forced to use the heaven-defying law of time.

In an instant, time and space within a radius of thousands of feet seemed to be frozen, and everything was still.

At the same time, Fang Qingxue was approaching, and the power of purple electricity collided with the power of time and space crazily. After all, the demon god was just a clone, and the power of the law of time and space was already the limit. In a short time, they were in a stalemate.

At this moment, Fang Qingxue suddenly turned around and shouted towards Fang Han: "Fang Han, destroy the altar!"

"good chance!"

Yan's voice once again conveyed into Fang Han's heart:

"The demon god's clone is no small matter! Fang Qingxue will definitely not be his opponent if we continue to fight. Now he has no time to take care of you. Let's join forces to destroy the altar!"

"Fight!"

Fang Han looked ferocious, gritted his teeth, jumped up from the ground, turned into an afterimage and ran towards the altar.

The current situation is very clear. After all, Fang Qingxue's cultivation is much weaker than that of the demon god. A short burst can suppress the demon god, but in the long run it will inevitably be unable to do so.

Once Fang Qingxue was defeated, the next unlucky person was not his handyman disciple who was "unable to restrain a chicken".

"break!"

At this moment, after the fierce collision just now, there were countless casualties near the altar, with only two or three big cats and kittens left. Fang Han's fierce sword, coupled with Yan's underworld power, there was no way those who had not possessed supernatural powers could withstand it.

"I can't stop it!"

The little pure fox witch was so frightened that she ran around, and the remaining flying yakshas ran as far as they could.

"boom!"

The bloody altar was cut into pieces by Fang Han's fierce sword and collapsed suddenly.

Without this altar, the demon god's distraction suddenly became rootless duckweed, leaving only the mysterious formation of belief in divine power and wrapping, which was the subtlety of his clone.

"Great Chaos Thunder Sword!"

Fang Qingxue would naturally not fail to seize this opportunity. With a sword technique, thunder was transmitted from all directions in the void, and they all gathered together and condensed into a thunder sword of extreme destruction.

The thunder on the sword flashed, and with a slight movement, it turned into five-clawed thunder dragons, roaring everywhere, spitting out spherical lightning.

The sword body vibrated randomly, and the solidified space on all sides continued to break.

Boom!

Fang Qingxue pinched her sword finger, and the thunder sword trembled and flew out, as if it turned into a ray of light and instantly passed through the soul of the demon god's clone.

"Damn it!"

The demon god's eyes were unkind and full of anger. The supreme leader of his great religion, the demon god, was actually taken care of by a junior, even if it was just a clone.

But it was of no use at this moment. The power of the vast thunder light surged, and the demon god's clone exploded.

Under the devastating lightning impact, the opponent's clone was completely wiped out and could never be restored.

Between heaven and earth, there is only a palm-sized ball of Yuanshen's origin floating, suffering tremendous pain in the endless lightning.

Fang Qingxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, waved her hand to put away a piece of the demon god's soul, then grabbed Fang Han, shuttled away from the underground world, and disappeared.
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Half a month later.

A mountain with a height of thousands of feet is full of green pines and cypresses, waterfalls and springs, and palaces one after another stand on the mountainside.

On the top of the mountain, on the extremely high peak, there is a rippling blue sky pool. Next to the sky pool, stands an extremely gorgeous palace.

Cranes, iron-winged rocs, golden-crowned eagles, white deer, white tigers, jade rabbits, peacocks and various other spiritual birds and beasts walk around the mountain leisurely.

Countless fields of Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and other elixirs are neatly arranged in the mountains, producing tens of thousands of elixirs. "Purple Lightning Palace"

These three characters are engraved on the top of the mountain and on the plaque at the gate of the palace.

"Let Fang Han come to see me!"

At this moment, in the Saintess' palace, an indifferent voice suddenly came out.

"Senior sister, I wonder what the reason is for summoning my younger brother?"

After a cup of tea, Fang Han came to the Holy Maiden's Palace and met Fang Qingxue, who was pure and pure, not like a mortal woman.

"That's right. He has entered the secret realm of supernatural powers so quickly. He is a talented person!"

Fang Qingxue was a little surprised at first, but then felt that it was reasonable.

Since Fang Han is the reincarnation of the weapon spirit of the Gate of Eternal Life, it is normal for him to practice faster. Moreover, Fang Han really gained a lot from his trip to the underground world half a month ago.

"Sister."

Fang Qingxue's eyes made Fang Han feel uncomfortable.

"It's not that I'm looking for you, but my master is looking for you!"

Fang Qingxue said lightly, but it invisibly put great pressure on Fang Han.

"The Supreme Elder is looking for me?!"

Fang Han forgot to control his expression for a moment, his eyes widened, as if he never dreamed that he would be summoned by such a high-ranking figure.

But Fang Han was not an ordinary person after all. After he came to his senses, he frowned. Why would a big shot like the Supreme Elder summon him, an ordinary outer disciple?

As the saying goes, if something goes wrong, it must be a monster. Fang Han doesn't believe that there is a pie in the sky.

"Master is looking for you, so of course there are only benefits. Do you have anything else that is worthy of my master's plans?"

The light in Fang Qingxue's eyes disappeared in a flash, and she looked at Fang Han with a half-smiling expression.

Since the incident underground, the relationship between the two has taken a step forward. It is no longer a simple relationship between master and slave, but it cannot be considered as a relationship between friends or senior brothers.

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Fang Han was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to close his mouth obediently.

If he is just an ordinary disciple, he really has nothing worthy of being plotted by the superior Supreme Elder.

But he is different. He has the treasure of the Jiao Fu Huangquan Picture.

When he heard that the Supreme Elder was going to summon him, his first thought was that the matter of Jiaofu Huangquan Tu had been exposed.

Fang Han uses himself to save others. If it were him, he would definitely snatch such a treasure in front of him. The life of an ordinary disciple would be insignificant.

"Let's go, follow me to see Master."

Fang Qingxue didn't care what Fang Han thought, and walked towards the Taishang Hall.

"Yes!"

Fang Han thought for a long time but couldn't think of any solution, so he had to resign himself to his fate.

It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. I just hope that he thinks too much.

The key is that with his current cultivation level, he can't resist at all. He can only follow Fang Qingxue's footsteps to the most supreme place of Yuhua Gate.

Soon after, Fang Qingxue brought Fang Han to the Taishang Hall.

"Master, this disciple has brought Fang Han."

Fang Qingxue took a few steps forward with a respectful expression.

"Stay back first!"

Chu Linyang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Qingxue.

"Disciple, please leave first."

Fang Hanxue said nothing, ignored Fang Han, turned around and left the hall.

"Disciple Fang Han, meet the Supreme Elder!"

Fang Han respectfully stepped forward and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

"rise!"

Chu Linyang's faint gaze fell on Fang Han. It was hard to imagine that the groveling slave in front of him would become the Immortal King of the Era who would conquer the three realms in the future.

Among all the protagonists, Fang Han is one of the few who comes from a low status.

What Chu Linyang saw, Fang Han was the first.

Seeing that Chu Linyang remained silent for a long time, Fang Han slowly raised his head and glanced up. Then he mustered up the courage and asked cautiously: "I wonder what the elder Taishang has to do with summoning his disciples?"

"You don't have to be nervous. I'm not interested in the Jiao Fu Huangquan Picture, and I won't take it from you."

Seeing Fang Han walking on thin ice, fearing that he would not be able to reach the other side, Chu Linyang couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

"Elder Taishang, what is the picture of the dragon crouching over the underworld?"

Fang Han's expression did not change when he heard this, but his heart suddenly thumped. The worst case scenario had occurred, and the story of Jiaofu Huangquan Tu was really exposed!

But no matter how fast his heart beat, Fang Han still pretended to be confused, as if he didn't know what Chu Linyang was talking about.

After all, it is possible that the other party is deceiving him, and he will naturally not be easily fooled.

"you sure?"

Chu Linyang smiled playfully.

How could he not guess what Fang Han was thinking.

"Excuse me, Elder Taishang, but I really don't know what the Jiao Fu Huangquan Picture is. What is the Jiao Fu Huangquan Picture?"

Fang Han gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

In the heart of Fang Han, who can regard treasures as treasures, he knows very well what a top-quality Taoist weapon means. It's not that he is not afraid of death, he is really afraid of poverty!

The Jiaofu Huangquan Picture is his greatest hope for rising, and he will never hand it over.

"Then what is this?"

With a wave of Chu Linyang's sleeve, the picture of the dragon crouching over the underworld floated out of Fang Han's body and fell obediently into Chu Linyang's hand. The dragon in the picture seemed to be dead and did not make any movement.

"."

Fang Han opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. The facts were before his eyes, and he had no way to quibble. For a moment, he was completely despairing.

"I said, I'm not interested in the picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan."

Chu Linyang returned the picture of Jiaofu Huangquan to Fang Han and said slowly.

The Jiaofu Huangquan Tu was nothing more than a top-quality Taoist artifact. Chu Linyang didn't take it seriously. Even if it was given to him, he would not be interested because the most precious thing in the Taoist artifact had already been taken away by him.

"It's my disciple who judged a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

Seeing that Chu Linyang really wasn't trying to rob him of the picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan, Fang Han couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

It feels like I have returned from hell to heaven in an instant, and the ups and downs in my mood are simply not too exciting. (End of chapter)