Chapter 466

How many foundations dare to fight Jindan?

How many Foundation Establishments dare to challenge Yuan Ying?

How many foundation builders dare to fight with Du Jie?

Fang Xing was originally a person who had no other choice, and even the golden core was unwilling to fight head-on, but at this time he brought up the black giant sword, and wanted to break the wrist with the ancestor of Hentian. Ordinary people would be so scared that their legs would become sore and weak, and they would not even dare to kneel down and beg for mercy, but Fang Xing thought, the ancestor who hates the sky has been starved for thousands of years, how much ability does he have?

He has the aura of good luck to maintain his vitality, but how much strength can this kind of vitality give him?

He still remembers how weak he was when he first left the customs after starving for two years, and after he left the customs, he also drank a lot of spiritual energy in one breath, but it was useless, even if he had spiritual power in his body, But his legs are still sore and his feet are weak. It seems that people can't do without food. For the same reason, he doesn't believe that the ancestor who hates the sky for thousands of years can still have much strength.

Even if this old monster has reached the state of eating wind and drinking dew, it is useless, because in this poor place, there is neither wind nor dew.

It can be said that in the area where the Tongtian Nine Passes are located, there is not even a trace of spiritual energy to be found.

His courage, however, also surprised the ancestor Hentian a little bit.

After a long time, the Ancestor Hentian smiled wryly and said: "This is the first time in my life that I have met a Foundation Establishment who dared to fight me..."

"Fart, did you not have the foundation to dare to fight you when you were agile and foundation?"

Fang Xing cursed, and quickly turned his body backwards again, with a bow and seven arrows already in his hand.

It's just an ordinary mysterious weapon, not miraculous, but Fang Xing took the arrow very seriously and loosened the string.

"Whizzing……"

The arrow turned into a streamer and flew towards the ancestor Hentian.

"Boom"

He hit the forehead of the ancestor who hated the sky, but the arrow shattered and the stars fell to the ground.

The physical body of the cultivator of crossing the catastrophe is obviously not something that can be hurt by such a profound weapon.

"Don't try again..."

The Ancestor Hentian spoke slowly, as if he wanted to stop Fang Xing's nonsense.

But Fang Xing gritted his teeth tightly, and didn't listen to what he said at all. He shot seven arrows in a row, and each arrow was aimed at the eyebrows of the ancestor of Hentian. After the seven arrows were shot, there were two more flywheels , After the flywheel, there are more than a dozen flying swords of splendor and blazing. ghost.

For a moment, the area where Ancestor Hentian was located was like a battlefield, enveloped by all kinds of grand or strange, upright, or strange and inexplicable forces, and the body of Ancestor Hentian was submerged, almost like the wind Like a candle...

If it is said that there are so many magic weapons on his body, who can compare with Shangxing?

Mobile Little Treasure is not called for nothing!

Poor Heantian Patriarch, although he has crossed the tribulation, his body is indeed stiff and withered, and it is extremely difficult to move.

At the beginning, he still maintained the demeanor of a master, like a giant looking at an ant trying to overthrow him indifferently...

He was probably thinking that if Fang Xing was allowed to make trouble, he would naturally despair when the magic weapon was exhausted.

But he didn't expect that Fang Xing had so many magical weapons on his body, and there was no end to them...

"Little bastard, do you really think that these little gadgets can win the old man?"

For the first time, anger appeared in the voice of the ancestor who hated the sky, and he was as gloomy as a steel knife, scratching the bones and hurting the soul.

"It was just a side dish before, but now it's the real thing..."

Fang Xing waved out dozens of blasting flame talismans, and under the cover of the sky-high fire, he suddenly used the concealment technique, and a puff of blue smoke drifted past, and he had already disappeared into the air, but the ancestor who hated the sky was What a cultivation level, although this breath concealment technique is mysterious, but at such a close distance from him, he only raised his head to look into the air with a slight movement of his divine sense, his gaze was cold and implied disdain.

"Do you really think you can escape from the old man?"

"Who said I was going to run away?"

Fang Xing's figure appeared, holding a rockery in his hand, and chanting difficult spells in his mouth.

"That's... Shanbao...?"

Ancestor Hentian was stunned for a moment, and finally a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Hey, can't it hurt you? Then the young master will crush you to death!"

Fang Xing looked down at Patriarch Hentian, smiled, and suddenly accelerated the chanting of the spell, and the spiritual power entered it crazily. Little by little, the majestic and thick aura came down from the rockery, covering the entire body of the Ancestor Hentian, and his expression finally changed completely.

"Little bastard, do you want to suppress the old man's body?"

Patriarch Hentian was furious, and his voice rolled like thunder.

"It's you, you old bastard..."

At this time, Fang Xing had already untied the seal of Shan Bao, and let go of Shan Bao in his hand while shouting loudly.

That rockery suddenly became larger, and an almost monstrous aura appeared, and it became tens of feet high in an instant, pressing down the inconvenient Heantian Patriarch, and at the same time, the whole The mountain is still growing, hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, nearly ten thousand feet... A rockery has grown to infinity in an instant, and even Fang Xing flew into the air.

When Fang Xing sprayed blood from his mouth and fell down, there was already a towering mountain under him, which was tens of thousands of miles wide...

"******, do you think I'm afraid of you because you are crossing the robbery?"

Fang Xing panted heavily, looking around with bright eyes.

Naturally, he also knew that those ordinary magical weapons and profound weapons would not be effective against the Patriarch Heantian at all.

In the beginning, his trump card was this mountain treasure.

Even if you are crossing the catastrophe, even if your magic power is boundless, I don't believe that a mountain can't hold you down!

If it had been changed to other tribulations, this mountain would not be of much use. Just in Fang Xing's mantra, it was enough to cross the tribulation and kill him thousands of times, but the ancestor who hated the sky was indeed extremely weak. It's hard to even move a little finger, let alone move your body to avoid this mountain falling from the sky... It's like sitting there and waiting for Fang Xing to overwhelm him with the mountain!

"You want me to watch over you and escape by yourself? I'll pin you under the mountain and see how you get out!"

After taking a few breaths, Fang Xing also heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the ancestor Hentian escaped without smashing the mountain in a bloody way, and spoke harshly.

Facing the terrifying cultivator of crossing the catastrophe, even if he sat for thousands of years, his body decayed, his consciousness was weakened, and none of the ten thousand percent of his strength remained, Fang Xing dared not be careless. Because compared with this old man, I was really weak like an ant. Of course, it was quite a skill that I, an ant, could move out of a mountain and press him down.

"Little bastard, I am a little surprised that you dare to attack the old man. You can see that the old man's body is rotten, which also surprises the old man. I am even more surprised that you can think of such methods to suppress the old man's body... ..." Just before Fang Xing breathed out this breath, a deafening sound suddenly sounded, and a purple light appeared above his head.

At this moment, Fang Xing's heart almost stopped beating, and he stared at the sky with wide eyes.

In the air at this time, a fist-sized Heantian Patriarch was flying impressively in the air, looking at him with angry eyes.

"The Nascent Soul emerges from the shell? Transcending the Tribulation of the Nascent Soul?"

Fang Xing seemed to be taken aback suddenly, shouted loudly, jumped up, and swung his sword to slash at the Nascent Soul.

"It's your ability to force the old man to take you away..."

The Nascent Soul roared loudly, the sound was mixed with rolling thunder, Fang Xing was so shocked that his head was dizzy, the sword was cut halfway, and he was unable to swing it out, and the Nascent Soul turned into a purple light and entered with a "whoosh" sound. Touching Fang Xing's forehead, when the voice of the ancestor who hated the sky sounded again, Fang Xing knew the sea: "There is a thunder pool of fortune, and the old man didn't want to give up his body. Strength, renewed vitality... It's just that you, a little bastard, shocked the old man, and even suppressed the old man's physical body. There is no other way, the old man can only use your fleshy shell to leave this place, so you can guard the chess game here! "

"Use my body to guard the chess game, and use your flesh shell to return to the world!"

The Ancestor Hentian invaded Fang Xing's Sea of ​​Consciousness, roared like thunder, and rushed towards Fang Xing's Dao Pagoda.

Boundary is the most difficult natural moat to cross!

Even the soul power of the ancestor who hates the sky has been weakened to the extreme, but crossing the catastrophe is to cross the catastrophe. For him, using the Nascent Soul who has experienced three thunder catastrophes to seize the flesh shell of a foundation-building cultivator like Fang Xing , it is as easy as pie!

It's just that even he didn't expect Fang Xing, who found out that the Nascent Soul had invaded his sea of ​​consciousness, and instead laughed loudly: "Old bastard, you said you wanted to take me away, so I don't need to spend so much money!" It's so exciting... In the sky and on the earth, you can seize anyone you want, but if you want to seize the young master, then you kicked on the iron plate! Samadhi real fire, come out for me, and burn this old bastard to death..."

boom!

In Fang Xing's Sea of ​​Consciousness, suddenly endless and monstrous flames burned up, filling the void almost instantly.

Even the Nascent Soul of the Patriarch Heantian, after encountering the flame, was also taken aback, and quickly spread a purple light to defend.

"Samadhi True Fire? You are clearly just a Foundation Establishment, but there is actually Samadhi True Fire in your body?"

A flash of surprise flashed in the lifelike Nascent Soul's eyes, but then he showed an even more insolent laugh: "Okay, okay, okay, this shows that your meat shell is better than the old man imagined, At first, I was worried that if I took you away, thousands of years of practice would disappear, and I would have to start all over again, but since your flesh shell is so miraculous, it won’t take a hundred years for me to restore my peak cultivation level back then, hahahaha, this samadhi is true Although the fire is powerful, it's a pity that you didn't refine it yourself, and the old man has also experienced three thunder disasters. If you want to burn me to death, it's a dream. "

Amidst the roar, Patriarch Hentian let out a long laugh, Yuanying transformed into a purple sword energy, and slashed straight at Fang Xing's Dao Pagoda.