Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Ling Han brow wrinkled, said: "The long-term brother's injury is still not good?"

Before that, he confronted the soul of Chang Sunliang and remembered each other. Ling Han’s fart is not, but Chang Sunliang is not so perverted by him, and the soul is severely damaged. It will be better for a while.

Moreover, it is very difficult to use the medicine stone to control the wounds of the soul. Fortunately, this is the fairyland. The holy medicine is like money. It will be able to recover for a few months. It is not necessary to worry about the impact of more than a year. The journey of the dust.

However, in the next few months, Chang Sunliang’s combat power is absolutely impossible to achieve the best state. Fortunately, he is the king, even if he can only play half of his combat power, he can sweep all the world.

"You have the resilience to make me envious!" Chang Sunliang shook his head, everyone was bombarded with a record, can see the appearance of this cold dragon, how can there be a little injury?

Long Sun Lianggang left, Ling Han was eccentric, he really touched the threshold of breakthrough.

It is very beneficial to talk to the other side, especially the peak of the previous few days, which has accumulated a lot of experience. After digesting these experiences, he naturally took the final step of the **** level.

He went to the uninhabited mountain forest to welcome the robbery.

Rumble, thundercloud intensive, the Tianmao of the Xianyu can be much stronger than the ancient world, the upper limit is directly to the fairy kingland, Ling Han is afraid to let go, honestly accept the temptation of the robbery, did not rush into the thundercloud Go in.

However, after entering the fairyland, his catastrophe was also normal, because there are many enchanting fairy tales like him.

Half a day later, he spent the day robbery, and the bones of the gods went up one more level, breaking half a grid and reaching the height of a star.

His current combat power is still far inferior to a strong one. It is not easy for a ancestor to kill him. He can only refine and refine his rules. He wants to hurt him directly.

There is no polar environment in the world of creation, and more than 10 billion stars have been built. It is because you can't break through the dust. No matter how much you can repair the number of stars, you won't be strong after you move into the dust.

At the level of the small world, the military masters the power, because the rules are not touchable. In the ancient world, the power of the spirit is enhanced, and the power of the spirit is actually the mastery of the rules.

The more powerful the rules are, the more stable the soul will be.

When it comes to Xianxian, the status of the rules far exceeds the power, which is the most powerful place for the immortals. My body was destroyed, it would be better to change a body, and the combat power will not be affected too much.

Of course, not the "original" body, there must be an adaptive problem, the combat power is not affected, but it is very likely to break the road to rise.

Therefore, even if the blood of his own body is no worse, almost no military will be willing to give up and change one body.

"The next step is to get rid of it." Ling Han took a deep breath, as long as he stepped into the dust, he could also be a master in Xianyu. Unlike creating a world, no matter how good he is, he only has the potential.

The ancestors of the dust, Shou Yuan is infinite, just by this point, you can know how difficult it is to cross this step.

In the fairy field, the saints are like dogs, all over the land, can you smash the ancestors?

There are dozens of one-star cities and a few thousand in two-star cities. Compared to the huge population base, this number is really pitiful.

"Now, who else is my opponent in the creation of the world?" Ling Han touched his chin. "Unfortunately, limited to the realm, I have no way to master the rules of the fairy, otherwise I will be able to engrave the fairy matrix in the body, that is A ancestor may fall down."

Idle is also idle, Ling Han in the body of the bones engraved more of the Holy King, but the array is more useless, the exertion of the force is only one of his own!

"Why is my mother so strong?" Ling Han himself was paralyzed, but he engraved 999 sacred kings in his body, but he was only one in ten thousand of his own strength!

"If Hu Niu is still a world leader, I can talk to her and see what level of strength is the top saint."

The Kunming Palace is a Xianwang-level force. Hu Niu combines the blood of the previous generation of the palace or other messy things. It is definitely the top grade of the saint.

"Hey, it’s been a long time since I came to Xianyu. I don’t even know if the Pengpeng Palace is in Dongxian or Xixian. It is a failure."

The fairyland is too big. The powerful people like the Thunderfire Emperor just walked through the territory of several Xianwang. The small place of this star and two stars did not know where the Kunpeng Palace was.

"Maybe, after going to Fu, at least you can know where the Kunpeng Palace is." Ling Han murmured.

When he returned to his place of residence, he couldn't help but learn from the Queen in the Black Tower. As a result, the Queen was forced to use all the tricks to block his offensive. The problem is that Ling Han has not used any of the immortals. Surgery!

This is really a bit outrageous.

Two days later, the team game officially began.

The first round of the Cangyu City was empty, and the second round was a weak tour. The previous ranking was two hundred. However, what is the relationship between a strong team or a weak one?

They triumphed all the way, which team is not their opponent, the difference is how long Ling Han wants the other party to persist.

After the qualifiers ended, the finals started and 32 teams re-draw.

The first opponent of Cangyucheng is the previous champion, the bipolar city led by Yuan Xingping.

Everyone is talking about it, saying that the journey of the dark horse of Cangyue City has to end here. Today, Yuan Xingping has been more powerful than the previous session after hundreds of years of accumulation.

However, the development of the incident was a big surprise. When the two teams confronted each other, Yuan Xingping actually admitted the loss.

"Ling Han, I am not as good as you now, but the span from the creation of the world to the dust is too big. Even if we have a big gap now, we will endlessly shrink after we move into the dust."

"At that time, I will fight you again!" Although Yuan Xingping admits defeat, he has not lost his war. On the contrary, his war is like a flame.

Ling Han haha ​​laughed, he liked this kind of competition, even if it was time to avoid a war, it would make him feel respectful. He nodded and said: "Then I will look forward to it."

"You better hurry, I don't want to wait for 10 million years to challenge you!" Yuan Xingping waved and led the team to leave.

If Ling Han misses the opening of this dusty dust, the next time is 10 million years later. Although there are other places that can be dusty, he believes that geniuses like Ling Han will definitely choose the dusty, even if it is 10 million years at night.

Ling Han couldn't help but touch the chin. Why do everyone think that he will not catch up with the opening of the dusty dust?