Reverend Insanity

Beiyuan, Yufudi.

In the hall of the A-shaped lacquer hall, the refining that lasted for several months has reached the most critical moment.

Zhai Diling personally stood on the edge of a super-parade of a refining tract, and his eyes fixed on the burning fire in the battle.

This flame is in the color of ice blue, not hot at all, but very cold.

Even if it is a super squad, it is difficult to completely isolate the violently burning ice flame.

Zhai Di Ling stood on the edge of the squadron, and the entire eyebrows and hair were dyed with a thin layer of blue frost.

But regardless of his carelessness, he watched the flame with full concentration.

More precisely, it is the group of mysterious ice in the middle of the flame.

Xuan Bing is constantly melting and is constantly being produced. The original mysterious ice, with sharp edges and corners, has now gradually flattened the edges and corners under the hands-on refining of the scorpion, with a sense of roundness.

"The door is five winds."

It’s Mao Min’s fairy hair six. He heard the words and quickly started to use the special means to extract the five-door fan door from the stock of Xiancai.

This door wind is a seven-turn fairy.

Very strange.

The place where it grows is not in the old forests of the mountains, but not in the vast plains, but on the door panels of mortals.

Whenever such a fairy material is produced, the door of the mortal can't be closed, and it can only be opened and closed constantly.

This strange phenomenon, a long time ago, caused the attention of the teachers, and then triggered the collection of Zhu Xian.

Just at the beginning, the fan door wind and other fairy materials, the immortals can not use, do not understand it. Nowadays, there are already sophisticated techniques and solutions that are fully utilized.

The door of the Wuyi fan was carefully sent to the center of the ice flame by the scorpion.

Soon, the Wuyi breeze revolves around the mysterious ice, constantly rotating, like the five clever hands like carving jade, which aggravates the change of Xuan Bing.

"Not good." The good times did not last long, and the earth suddenly changed his face and exclaimed.

Mao Six’s heart suddenly burst into a sudden, and he quickly looked forward.

I saw that the ice flame suddenly went out, the piece of mysterious ice was broken directly, and together with the five-door fan door, everything turned into nothing.

"Ah! It’s a failure!" The squatting squatting, screaming, very angry and ruined.

Mao Liu deeply sighed.

What a pity.

It has really reached the last few steps.

But it failed.

The hard work of the previous months has directly hit the water and made useless work.

"If you use the flow of Maomin, you will never be so!"

Mao Liu quickly reminded: "But it is too big elders, according to the rules of the door, this is the task that the elders of Fangyuan spent a lot of contributions to release, we have to follow his requirements."

"Hey! This source of brains is gone, how do you think about using the smelting method of the Terran. Is he trying to make me embarrassed?!" The failure of refining, the mood of the spirit is very bad.

Mao Liu quickly said good things to Fang Yuan: "Elder Fang Yuan has always been mysterious. Although I don't deal with him, I don't usually get used to him. However, this time he seems to use all the capital, and he will spend so much. The martial art contribution, to refine the fairy tales. He wants to refine the immortal, as many as three. If you want to make the elders elders embarrassed, it will not cost so much?"

"Hey! I just said it casually." The spirit of the earth was dejected and waved. "First rest and rest. This is the fifth time it has failed. Moreover, the contribution of Fangyuan is not enough. You contact. Let him know and tell him the result of refining. If he wants to refine, he must have enough martial art to contribute!"

"Yes." Mao Liu Yingsheng.

Fang Yuan is like a sharp arrow, flying in the sky.

The vastness of the desert, he did not appreciate it. At this moment, his mind is still pondering the fight with Feng Jiu Ge.

The tributary of the vortex in the sand is the spiritual resource in the shadow of the shadow, recorded on the map of the shadow.

"Before the dying of Zishan Zhenjun, I will confess to me in the will, and I must go to the long river as soon as possible, and I will contact the ghosts in the red face."

Although Fang Yuan inherited the remains of Zishan Zhenjun, he mastered a large number of killings, fairy tales, secrets and so on.

But the entire wealth of the shadows, he only inherited most of it.

Among the ghosts and red lotuses in the long river, there is the ghost will, and it controls almost all the practices of the shadows. Even the true biography of the Ghost Respect, it has a part.

The shadow ancestors existed for 100,000 years, and the ghosts and sorcerers were even more savage before the birth of the world. Although the entire shadow is no longer, but the mastery of the content of the practice, it is unimaginable rich and vast.

Just like the fairy house.

At present, Fangyuan has only mastered the complete and comprehensive construction contents of the twelve Xianyu Houses. But in fact, the demon ghost and the shadow master are in control of more than twelve.

These rest of the practice content, you need to go to Fanghong to the red face of the ghost face, personally receive.

"And the red lotus true biography is also in the long river. I have the Spring and Autumn, which is the key to mastering the true biography."

Fang Yuan is definitely going to travel to the Changsha River.

The tributary of the outside world of the five domains is the gateway to his entry and exit.

Although Fang Yuan lost one of them in order to eradicate the pursuit of the heavenly court, it does not matter. In the record of the shadow sect, there are still five or six tributaries.

"However, in the current West Desert, the tributaries of the shadows are only the last one."

"For the sake of insurance, I still go to those two resource points first. Don't go there easily without full confidence."

Fang Yuan made a decision in secret.

Now others are bordered by Xi Mo, Xi Mo, Zhong Zhou, Bei Yuan and Nan Jiang.

But these three domains, Fangyuan can't be done.

There are heavens and ten ancient schools in Zhongzhou, which is the forbidden place of Fangyuan.

The north is a long-lived day, and it is everywhere.

The right way of the Southern Xinjiang, the immortals, not long ago chased and killed the shadows.

West Desert is the best hidden place.

As for the East China Sea, the shadow sect only has a position of a tributary. But unfortunately, this tributary has been searched by the temple god.

Speaking of it, this matter still blames the source. Because it was after Fang Yuan discovered it, he told the Temple of God.

Once, Zishan Zhenjun went to a blushing red lotus to understand the situation and also to rely on the tributaries of the time. When he was in the East China Sea, he could not find the tributary of the time and had to go to southern Xinjiang to get his wish.

"My biggest trouble now is that there are detectives and killings on my body. The position is always exposed in the eyes of the heavenly immortals."

"At the same time, there is no dark emperor, and God's will is also laid out at the moment, trying to kill me."

"The key is the lack of immortality. The amount of killing in my hands is the lack of a core fairy. With the core fairy, you can lift the detective and kill, and you can once again blind up God!"

Thinking about it, Fang Yuan received a letter from Mao Six.

Fang Yuan explored his heart into this letter, and the contents made him frown.

The smelt failed again.

Really damn!

Although he framed Feng Jiu Ge, Tian Ting will never send him to chase himself.

There must be a backhand in the heavens, but it is only a matter of time.

"This Zhidao Xianyu loves immortality, and it is quite difficult to refine the seven-level level at once. In recent refining, I have participated in the whole process, and I have done my best to do my duty. Mao said so.

Fang Yuan did not doubt his words.

The simplicity and integrity of the spirit of the earth, the source is believed.

Refining does not come out, it is normal.

After all, it is a seven-turn fairy, and the success may be low.

But this is only from the love of immortality, Fangyuan must be refined. And it needs to be fast.

With it, Fang Yuan can use a killing trick in the remains of Zishan Zhenjun to disarm his own detectives.

This is completely ok.

Fangyuan has full confidence in it.

"Refining, we must continue to refine, even if it is a ruin, it is not hesitating." Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, secretly groaning.

He is now able to get a contribution from the Tuen Mun School. Because of the remains of Zishan Zhenjun, it is extremely rich.

"but……"

"I can't be indifferent."

"This time, the success of Feng Jiu Ge’s success was unexpected. It used eight turns of fairy tales like water flow. This is the information that Tian Ting can't get temporarily."

"Now this card has been exposed, I have to hurry!"

"It seems that it is time to use that method."

Fang Yuan’s eyelids flashed a touch of determination.

He returned to the channel: this time, refining, please Mao 6 to preside over the overall situation, let the spirits hit hands.

Mao received the letter from Fang Yuan and saw this part of the content, I can not help but feel quite surprised.

He asks his own level of refining, not as good as the spirit of the earth, and there is no malpractice for the sake of the land, but why does Fangyuan want him to preside over the overall situation of refining?

In the middle of the river.

The sound of the rumbling water is endless.

Feng Jiu Ge was smashed into huge waves and rolled into the river.

“Here is the long river of time?” He tried his best to stabilize his body shape, and immediately felt the incomparable power of the Tao, constantly eroding his fairy body.

Strong.

Powerful!

The protection of the fairy body of Feng Jiu Ge is also very impressive.

But in this short moment, he felt that he was being strongly rejected by the surrounding environment.

Feng Jiu Ge understands very well that this is because he is full of track marks of the sound path, and the traces of the ecliptic road here are incompatible with the ~www.readwn.com~ It is a long river of time, you must go out as soon as possible! "Feng Jiu Ge wants to retreat, but looking back, the previous tributaries have been destroyed, leaving only a thin layer of light.

This layer of plaque is very huge, but for Feng Jiu Ge, it is no longer a way out.

"This is troublesome. I am not a singer, I can't get out of it alone. How is it good?"

Just squatting, Feng Jiu's ear, suddenly fried.

The tiger cries, a huge tiger-shaped beast, drilled out from the bottom of the river.

A loud bang, the river splashed.

Feng Jiu song's pupil is reduced to the size of the needle tip. His body is compared with the tiger-shaped beast, just like the mosquito next to the old cow.

"It is the age of the beast!"

The shadow of death, shrouded Feng Jiu Ge. (To be continued.) Please search for "" or enter the URL: