Metropolis Super Mercenary King

"Well, don't flatter me. Before those fools find out that they have been cheated, you can catch some people from the nether world sect for me."

After sending off ice moon blue, Fang Hao can undoubtedly let go and do what he wants to do.

The most important thing is to attend the evening dinner.

Although he learned from the secret conversation between the chairman of Fengming and the soul clan that Youlan was accepted as a disciple by her, there would be no danger to his life for the time being. However, Fang Hao did not take the so-called evening dinner party lightly.

The nine day Shinto religion tried its best to unite with the soul clan to set up such a big Bureau. There must be a secret. What's more, Fang Hao intuitively told him that the secret must have countless ties with the nether family.

"This kind of trivial matter is wrapped in me, and even the little people dare to call themselves the nether world. It's really a dog's gall. I have to let them know the real terror of the nether world."

Without waiting for Fang Hao to open his mouth to do Mo Luo's ideological work, this guy is like beating chicken blood. He directly breaks through the void and disappears.

After Monroe left, Fang Hao did not go far away. Instead, he found another cave not far from the barren mountain, and began to continue his practice in seclusion.

After a short fight with Fengming president and luowu God, Fang Hao also deeply felt the gap between himself and the real strong.

Apart from the two big killers, the fragments of the domain and the map of heaven, Fang Hao, who has recovered his full body, has reached the peak of the divine king.

There is only a thin line of distance from the real God state.

However, it is this line of separation, but just like the Tianhe general, horizontal in front of Fang Hao.

Let's not say whether another robbery will attract the hand of the mysterious figure. He can kill a large number of powerful people in the king's state just because of his own misfortune.

It is difficult for ordinary monks of Shenwang realm to go to the sky. However, Fang Haodu's difficulty is equivalent to one person's power to fight against the law of heaven.

The gap can not be calculated.

Therefore, it is absolutely necessary to practice in seclusion.

In the deep and quiet cave, Fang Hao sat down with his knees crossed. His mind sank into his body, and he explored it carefully.

After he passed through the calamity and stepped into the kingdom of God, Dacheng's body was revived. Even the real life dragon Qi and Baojia were recovered, but the spiritual power in Fang Hao's body was not found at all.

If he can recover those spiritual powers and integrate them into Zhenyuan, he will have enough confidence even if he has to survive the robbery again.

To cross the sky, we can only rely on ourselves, and Fang Hao's body is like a treasure that has not yet been opened, waiting for him to excavate.

There is no time in the cave, time flies by.

It has been seven days since Fang Hao first entered the cave.

During these seven days, Fang Hao was like a clay sculpture without even blinking his face.

His mind, completely immersed in the body treasure, looking for the lost spiritual power.

"Zhenming Longqi and Dasein have recovered, but why can't I find the spiritual power accumulated in my body? Are they consumed when I come across? "

Seven days later, Fang Hao, who had nothing to gain, slowly opened his eyes.

In these seven days, he left everything behind, and his mind was completely immersed in his body. He even divided his mind into tens of millions and searched in the meridians and even orifices of his body.

However, he did not even see the shadow of spiritual power.

"This is just my guess. If you want to prove all this, just start practicing again."

In order to confirm his conjecture, Fang Hao closed his eyes again and entered the state of practice. However, this time, he no longer paid attention to his body, but started to work on the immortal power and began to refine his spiritual power.

Different skills have different powers.

The reason why he cultivated Zhenyuan was that he completely relied on the chaotic immortal resolution inscribed on the sky map.

And if you want to re cultivate spiritual power, running the immortal nature skill is the best choice.

"Boom..."

Fang Hao just started to run the immortal heavenly power. A steady stream of spiritual power, just like a mountain collapse and tsunami, gushed out of his elixir field. After a few breaths, he reached the state of Fang Haoxian.

However, before Fang Hao could be happy, the sky map, which had been silent in his body, suddenly poured out a huge suction.

In an instant, the spiritual power that Fang Hao had just cultivated was swallowed up by Tiantu, and there was no left. With the injection of spiritual power, chaos immortal Jue emerged again.

"The chaotic immortal resolution I found on the sky chart is likely to be formed after the map devours the spiritual power. If you continuously infuse the spiritual power into the sky chart, there may be other changes!"

With this in mind, Fang Hao didn't have any hesitation. Once again, he operated the mind method of Tiangong to condense the spiritual power. As the spiritual power in his body reached saturation, Tiantu swallowed the spiritual power again.

But Fang Hao's imagination is different, the sky map in the sea of air, except slightly more dazzling than before, did not appear any change.However, Fang Hao was not discouraged. Since Tiantu broke out a sword that was enough to kill the immortal when Fang Hao was in danger last time, it shows that its secret is not only here.

The reason why there is no change in the sky map after swallowing spiritual power is that the amount of spiritual power is not enough.

Thinking of this, Fang Hao began to run the immortal heavenly work again and began to gather spiritual power.

After practice and absorption, Fang Hao, who was trapped in the deep cultivation, was almost instinctive. He was running the immortal heavenly skill all the time.

At the end of the day, he no longer needed to deliberately run the immortal heavenly power, and there was a steady stream of spiritual power.

"Hum!"

At the end of the day, the quantitative change formed a qualitative change. After absorbing nearly a hundred times of spiritual power, the map of heaven finally produced amazing changes.

In the sea of Qi, the sky map, which was originally like a map, began to rotate wildly after absorbing enough spiritual power.

In Fang Hao's perception, every time the map is rotated, there will be an almost nihilistic sword Qi in his Qi sea.

When the rotation speed of the Tiantu reached its peak, the sword Qi in Fang Hao's Qi sea suddenly gathered at a place and turned into a long sword in the shape of substance and suspended on the sky chart.

When everything was calm, Fang Hao opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and pointed like a sword.

"Boom

A sharp sword from Fang Hao's fingers, which was visible to the naked eye, left a terrible sword mark several feet deep on the wall of the cave.

"A wisp of sword Qi at will is so powerful. If my Qi Hai sword breaks out with all my strength, it will be no more than a sword to kill shangluowu, the most powerful man of half step immortal saint."

Looking at the sword mark on the wall, Fang Hao said with burning eyes.