Chapter 469 Killing

"Even if he doesn't come to me, one day, I won't let him go!"

Fang Yuan stood in the air, evolving into chaos, but was on top of it: "But today, you will definitely die!"

Although his seven-star sword formation is completely incomparable to the real scene of the first chaos, but even the power of one ten-thousandth of this evolution is more than enough to wipe out a seventh-level virtual saint.

The green and chaotic currents flowed past, brushing away almost everything, no matter what magical powers and magic weapons Feng Buer released, they would all be sucked into the long river and wiped out directly.

"Ah! My blessed land!"

Behind Feng Buer, a phantom of a blessed land appeared.

This is where all the foundations of a seventh-fold illusory saint lie, and it is also the last lair!

"The dream of the Seventh Layer Void Saint can already be turned into reality. It is equivalent to a small portable cave. Once it falls, it will be a large piece of blessed land..."

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan seemed to realize something.

At this moment, at the last moment, Feng Buer let go of all his scruples and took out his last hole card.

In the misty phantom of the blessed land, powerful individuals emerged one after another, some even reached the level of the sixth-layer virtual saint.

"Ah... it's the ancestor god!"

"The ancestors are fighting the demon!"

"My lord... I will help you!"

...

A personal figure emerged, rushed out, and was blessed with the power of blessed land, constantly resisting the chaotic green energy around him.

"This is... a person?"

Fang Yuan was a little startled, and immediately realized: "Although the Seventh Stage Void Sage cannot create humans, he can move the race of Linghui to reproduce in his real dream. Is this the foundation of Feng Buer? He is a family sect by himself. !"

The creation ability of the Seventh Stage Void Saint is still incomplete.

If you pursue wisdom, you will not be able to reproduce, such as the previous Huolong boy and the various sword boys.

If you pursue reproduction, you can't have wisdom, and at most you can create some ferocious wild beasts.

Only a real dreamer who manifests the saint can have both and create a truly civilized race.

But the real dream of the Seventh Layer Void Saint is no different from a blessed land, where wild beasts can be bred, and people can naturally live there!

Therefore, even if it cannot be created, it can be transferred. Most of the seven major functions are to put one's confidants, clansmen, and disciples in the dream, safe and sound.

However, now that Xu Sheng is in danger, the so-called innocence has become a big joke.

Boom!

The Sancai Sword Formation seals the sky and locks the earth, and the mighty torrent of chaos in the middle rolls around. Under the seventh level of the Void Saint, it is completely ants.

No matter which one rushes out, it will be brushed by the air of chaos, and the flesh will be disintegrated immediately, and finally reduced to the most essential particles, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"You go back, guard the formation, and survive the evil calamity!"

Feng Bu'er's face changed, and the power of multiple domains continued to strengthen his body, resisting the torrent of chaos.

"It's useless... You will only perish here today!"

Fang Yuan came down: "Your main spiritual sense can neither communicate with the saint nor escape... Even if you plant the seeds of resurrection, the one who will be resurrected in the end will only be a clone, not you! Both the cultivation base and this memory will be completely lost!"

Is it a joke to reopen Chaos?

Under such a blockade, all news transmission is impossible, and even resurrection is subject to certain restrictions!

While speaking, the cyan torrent in the void has rushed into the real dream, and evolved into a catastrophe.

Bark!

When the chaotic blue current rushes, the sky and the earth are directly shattered, and the evolution of earth, fire, feng shui, disrupts everything.

The entire real dream world, as well as all the creatures in it, were immediately reduced to the most basic particles under the power of chaos, and scattered back to heaven and earth.

"puff!"

The destruction of the real dream, not only the death of the relatives of the sect, but also the consumption of the power of the domain.

On Feng Buer, the original power of the blessed land collapsed, his hair was disheveled, and a trace of fear finally appeared in his eyes: "You can't kill me! I have a saint's mark on me. Once I fall, the saint will come immediately !"

"When death is imminent, I still keep my mouth shut! Even if saints come, why should I be afraid of a clone other than their true deities?"

Fang Yuan looked calm, and stretched out his hand to caress.

Boom!

The cyan torrent directly pressed down, and with a sudden brush, the defense around Feng Buer was cracked inch by inch, and even a layer of flesh and blood on his body was removed.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

Feng Buer deeply felt the crisis of life and death, and suddenly tore open the skirt of his clothes, revealing a long mark on his chest: "Welcome the saint to come!"

Buzz!

With a flash of light, the giant pen that had been crystal clear appeared in front of the torrent of chaos. The strokes did not move, with the smell of dreamy flowers, it directly pushed aside the torrent, and pointed at Fang Yuan's real body.

"This is... the pen of a sage! It can kill Da Neng!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Hezi, who was watching the battle, felt every hair on his body stand on end, and there was a severe danger in his heart, which made him know that if he was hit by this blow, he would either die or be seriously injured!

"Saint clone can't save you today!"

Fang Yuan snorted coldly, and punched out, hitting the tip of the pen.

Boom!

The void shook, and an indescribable force knocked the holy pen backwards.

The giant pen floated in mid-air and let out a mournful cry, and immediately cracked lines appeared on the whole, spreading inch by inch, falling into the chaos, and turning into layers of powder.

"impossible!"

Seeing this scene, Feng Buer and Mu Hezi couldn't believe it.

"This is the seal of a saint, representing a blow from a saint. How could it be smashed so easily?"

"Die!"

Fang Yuan was too lazy to say much, and directly involved Feng Buer in the torrent.

He was able to make such a shocking blow, which was actually the result of many aspects working together.

First of all, there is a seven-star sword array, which seals the sky and locks the earth, evolves the earth, fire, feng shui, and isolates everything. Even saints cannot sense it here, and cannot transmit power through the air.

The second is that his own cultivation base is profound, and he has cultivated both dharma and body, and he has reached the realm of great power.

At this time, under the background of reopening the chaos, the evolution of the Pangu eagle body can be said to complement each other. Under a full blow, even the saint avatar has to avoid the edge temporarily.

"No!"

"I am named Buer, the elder of Yuanchu Society, the future saint, how could he die here?"

After the chaotic turbulent flow, the flesh and blood on Feng Buer's body disappeared, leaving only a skeleton. Even so, fierce flames still emerged from the eye sockets, full of resentment and unwillingness, and finally turned into pleadings: "Forgive me!" Me! My lifespan is still long, I don’t want to die here... I am willing to take refuge in the imperial court and the Yinlongwei. As long as you spare my life, I still have several treasures, and I can tell you all the big secrets of Yuanchuhui! "

"Unfortunately, I don't believe a word you said!"

Fang Yuan walked forward, like the Pangu giant who opened up the world, in chaos, pressing his palm on the skull.

Regarding this person's surrender, it would be a lie to say that he is not moved.

However, his cultivation base is not enough, and he can't effectively control one of the seven major abilities. In order to avoid trouble in the future, he can only kill him at this time, leaving nothing to be desired.

boom!

The skeleton was shaken, and immediately turned into bone meal and was melted by the chaos.

"I can not be reconciled……"

Even if the dharma body is destroyed, in the void, there is still a huge mental struggle, rippling back and forth.

The most tenacious thing about a dream master is that his divine sense is amazing. Even without relying on his body, he can survive for a long time independently.

"People who are already dead, don't make trouble, hum!"

Fang Yuan's expression remained unmoved, and he controlled the torrent of chaos.

Even the powerful Yin Spirit of Myriad Tribulations is not a saint after all, and this chaotic torrent is like a nemesis.

As soon as the torrent rolled, a phantom appeared on the spot, and suddenly exploded, turning into infinite diamond-like thoughts, each of which contained a Feng Buer with a ferocious expression, who was roaring, cursing, or begging for mercy , and evolved infinite memories and thousands of spells, it was a pity for Mu Hezi to see it.

However, in the end, everything returned to silence, and there was no trace of remnants.

"Owner!"

The four boys from Earth, Fire, Fengshui emerged and returned to Fang Yuan, while the rest of the three-talented sword formation still maintained a closed posture, aiming at Mu Hezi.

"This old boy doesn't look like a good person, do you want to practice together?"

A group of boys seemed eager to try.

"Wait a minute! This old man is a good man! A very good man!"

Mu Hezi blushed, but at the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care less about his face, and bowed deeply to Fang Yuan: "The old man Yinlong Wei Wu is in charge of Mu Hezi, thank you fellow Taoist for saving your life!"

"I don't like the dream masters from the Yuanchu Society, but this time it's just a matter of convenience!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand: "Recently, I made a breakthrough in retreat and ignored foreign affairs. I don't know how the world is going now?"

"Ah... it's hard to describe!"

Mu Hezi smiled wryly, and it wasn't that strange, but he just said briefly: "Zhang Jin and Wu Yue have won consecutive battles, the court is powerless, and the most important thing is Shi Longtu. This thief just captured Yingshou City, I'm afraid Within seven days, they will drink horses from the Yujing River and besiege the imperial capital!"

"Tsk tsk... In other words, the imperial court is almost over?"

Fang Yuan looked calm, without any sense of impatience or urgency.

For this reason, Mu Hezi thought he had guessed a thing or two, and even smiled bitterly: "This old man has received the great favor of the lord and the court, and he still has to go back to live and die with Yinlongwei... I don’t know this fellow Taoist. , and how to call the Juexin layman back then?"

"Layman Juexin is my master!"

Fang Yuan didn't hide this point, anyway, he is using the Seven Star Sword Formation now, and he didn't show up, so who can guess him and Fang Yuan from the World Alliance?

"As expected... Layman Juexin used to be the old elder of my Yinlongwei. His lord must be very pleased to have someone like this!"

Mu Hezi thought about it, but finally couldn't help it, and asked tentatively, "I don't know what Daoist friends think of the imperial court?"

Although the hope is slim, Juexin Layman and the Five Great Leagues are absolutely irresolvable feuds. With this prerequisite, it is not without the basis for cooperation between the two parties.

The war is approaching, every ounce of strength must be drawn in!