Chapter 469: Fortune Thunder Pond

Yuanying is Yuanying, not to mention that this Heaven-hating ancestor is Yuanying who has survived three thunder calamities?

Even if he did all the calculations and missed Fang Xing, he didn't expect this kid to have so many cards in his cards, and he forcibly consumed his Nascent Soul, and he didn't expect that there would be a tyrannical existence of the Dragon Clan, and he didn't care about his own fate. , rushed into Fang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness and died with him, but before he died, the Nascent Soul exploded, and the chaotic power of the soul was still terrifying...

Almost in an instant, the Golden Dragon's soul that was closest to it was shaken to the point of vanishing into thin air, and it kept attacking outwards.

If this continues, even Fang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness may collapse.

At this moment, Fang Xing was also shocked and shuddered.

Seeing that Chilong's soul was shattering, his heart felt violently pumped.

Almost without thinking, he let out a loud roar, and sent out the almost broken lotus seal protecting his true spirit, which turned into a crystal clear light, and flew into the forehead and heart of Jinlong's soul that was about to dissipate. , the lotus seal is incomparably miraculous, even if it is about to be broken, its guardian spirit is still immortal, and it can instantly fix the golden dragon's spirit that is about to be broken and dissipated.

Afterwards, Fang Xing's three-headed and six-armed demon spirit, which appeared in the form of a demon spirit, roared up to the sky in a state of no protection, and in all directions, suddenly the monstrous flames burst into flames, all of which were real fires that had completed the samadhi. Like a spiritual flame, it burned up from the bottom of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, enveloping the incomparably violent spirit power of the ancestor of Heantian, refining it alive.

"Hate... hate!"

"Is this the result that the old man has kept for thousands of years?"

"My God, the defeat of this old man is not due to the power of battle, but the fate of the catastrophe..."

Even though the Nascent Soul has been shattered, there are still remaining spiritual fragments of the Ancestor Heantian, all refined under the true fire of Samadhi, roaring desperately, full of anger, full of resentment, amazing rage, rolling back and forth, hitting the volume Consciousness sea.

But what he hates the most is not Fang Xing, but God.

This is a person with amazing talent, but he has stepped into the realm of crossing the catastrophe when he is less than a thousand years old. Even in Shenzhou, he is also amazingly talented.

He was plotted by others, but there was no room for him in the vast world, so he was forced to escape into the Guixu of the South China Sea where he could enter but could not leave. On the ancient road to the sky, he broke through the seven passes of the sky, but was trapped in the chess game, but he still did not give up, so he escaped from the ruins with a clone holding a mirror, setting up a situation to escape.

However, he did not expect that the avatar was hunted down by the ancestor of the Fengtian Clan, Lu Fengtian. He wanted to use him as the last old devil to practice the Fengtian Fajian. A clone, in a hurry, in order to keep the precious mirror, he had no choice but to seal himself in the portrait, and leave a message to the servant of the ancestor of Heantian at that time. The bronze mirror is the only hope to leave and return to the ruins. Those who were found burned the portraits, took out the precious mirror, and went to the Taishang Taoist Palace to welcome the ancestors back.

When the treasure mirror is born again, the layout of the ancestor Heantian left in the Taishang Dao Palace will naturally give birth to an induction. When he ascends to heaven in September, the big formation will be closed, and the treasure mirror contains a ray of remnants of the ancestor Heantian. It should be able to smoothly lead to the eighth level of Tongtian.

But no one expected that the chaos of returning to the ruins was triggered by the nine coffins falling from the outside world. All the ministries fought for the opportunity to leave the ruins and started chaos. The servant of the ancestor who hated the sky was also seriously injured in that battle. incomplete……

Due to all these reasons, the situation of the ancestor who hates the sky has been set up for thousands of years, and the time is so long that it drives him crazy.

After all, by chance and coincidence, someone actually came, with the hope of getting out of trouble.

But how could he have imagined that his grand cultivation of crossing the catastrophe, and seizing a foundation-building junior, would fail?

This last spirituality, the ancestor of Heantian really wants to cry but has no tears, only Heantian!

"...God... You fucking said you're not playing with me, who would believe it..."

Fang Xing naturally can't control what can be called the saddest catastrophe in history. When he bid farewell to this world and refined the violent soul power of the ancestor who hated the sky, Chilong's almost shattered soul has returned to its original state. Inside the body, Fang Xing also hurriedly withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of big eyes, which were close to him, and looked at him quietly.

At this time, the red dragon still maintained the appearance of touching his forehead, not moving at all.

"Big Gouzi, you're not going to finish your fucking game, are you?"

Fang Xing cried out tremblingly, holding Chilong's big head with both hands.

At this time, the spirituality in Chilong's big eyes has almost dissipated, only a hint of intimacy is still attached to Fang Xing.

"It suffered too much damage, not to mention external injuries, and its soul was on the verge of collapse. Although you used that strange treasure to protect the last soul, it only slowed down the speed of the soul flying away, and there was no way to recover... "At the back of the red dragon's neck, there is a scarlet feather, which is where part of the soul of the Dapeng evil king resides. At this time, it emits waves of spiritual consciousness and transmits sound to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing didn't answer, took a deep breath, and then looked at Chilong's body.

On the dragon's body, there were scars everywhere, the severity of the injury was unbearable to look at directly, three of the four dragon claws were broken, and almost half of the dragon scales on the body were lifted off, revealing a bloody wound. Almost visible bone.

Even when it was threatening, there was a wound that almost broke it in two, which seemed to be struck by lightning from the void.

It can be said that there are at least four scars on its body that are even fatal!

Fang Xing couldn't even figure out how Chilong came to him from the Taishang Ruins, broke into the Tongtian Ancient Road, and came to him.

However, his body was seriously injured, and his soul was about to dissipate, but Chilong's eyes were very calm, even slightly excited.

It slowly opened its big mouth, as if it wanted to stick out its tongue, just to lick it.

Usually it licks Fang Xing, but it always makes Fang Xing disgusting, so it slaps it over, so it can only do a sneak attack. Taking advantage of Fang Xing's unpreparedness, it licks Fang Xing with a "swish", then quickly withdraws its tongue and closes its eyes Waiting for Fang Xing's slap on the head, this time, it also wanted to make a sneak attack, but the injury was too serious, but the movement was extremely slow, and it didn't stretch out for a long time.

"Lick, lick, lick your uncle!"

Fang Xing slapped it on the head with one slap, his eyes were red, and he cursed: "After licking the young master for the last time, you want to die, don't you? It's said in the story, but the young master won't let you die, so you just want to die." Can't die, come with me..."

He gritted his teeth, gasped for breath twice, and took a breath on the ground, then lifted Chilong's head with both hands, let out a muffled growl, and directly put Chilong's head on his shoulders, and then raised the cloud Come on, after he was more than thirty feet above the ground, the tip of the red dragon's tail barely left the ground. Fang Xing resisted the red dragon like this, staggered, and flew forward...

"well……"

Even the ray of soul of Dapeng Xiewang didn't know what to persuade after seeing this scene.

The chessboards scattered all over the sky are turning into flying smoke and disappearing one after another. What even Patriarch Hentian didn't expect is that the eighth level and ten unique chess games are a broken game. , breaking a life force, the chess game will be resolved by itself, and Fang Xing is within this chess game, and survived the thousands of years of the old ancestor Hentian's game, he should have understood the principle of the chess game, and unintentionally solved the game.

The chess game dissipated, and Fang Xing and Chilong were back in front of the wasteland. There was nothing to see, only a cyan stone tablet with indistinct writing. Behind the stone tablet was a partitioned void. There was nothing there, Fang Xing glanced at it, and suddenly saw two lines of words recorded on the stone tablet: "The road to the sky is broken and there is no connection, a thread of immortality is given to the destined person..."

Dapeng Xiewang, who had developed his divine sense, glanced at the words on the stone tablet, and was taken aback immediately, his divine sense fluctuated and said: "Look at the meaning on this tablet, could it be that Tongtian Road was cut off from the eighth pass?" ? Who on earth has such great supernatural powers to cut off the Tongtian Road from the eighth pass? The first few passes are not in vain? The stele says that there is a sliver of magic, what is the sliver of magic? "

Fang Xing didn't answer, closed his eyes, felt it carefully, and suddenly flew forward to the left.

"Huh? What are you looking for?"

Chiyu exuded fluctuations, but Fang Xing ignored it, and continued to fly straight forward. Soon, Dapeng Xiewang knew what he was looking for. In front of him, there was already a rock pit shining with thunder. There is a faint light shining in a radius of about ten feet, and above the pool water, thunder snakes manifest from time to time, appearing extremely sacred, and one can feel abundant vitality even a hundred feet away.

"Huh? In this pond...in this pond..."

The soul of the Dapeng evil king deposited on the red feather suddenly trembled in amazement, and the soul couldn't stop fluctuating.

"This is the Lightning Pool of Creation, that old monster has been able to survive on the chessboard for thousands of years, thanks to the breath of this Thunder Pool!"

Fang Xing resisted the red dragon and walked towards the end of the Thunder Pond step by step, explaining to Dapeng Xiewang in a low voice.

"Fortune Lightning Pond..."

"It turned out to be the Lightning Pond of Good Fortune... The line of immortality mentioned on the tablet turned out to refer to it... Good Fortune, what a good fortune..."

The wisp of spirit of the Dapeng Xie Wang was agitated, and even the fluctuations of his spiritual thoughts were confused. Not only that, but the Dapeng Xie Wang himself, who was separated from the endless sea of ​​clouds and void outside the ancient road to the sky, felt a whim , without touching the remnant soul, it doesn't know what its remnant soul saw, but through this faint induction, it knows that it must have missed a big opportunity.

"Little devil, go in quickly, go in quickly, with this thunder pool of good fortune, even if the first eight levels are not in vain... It can be said that it is worth it, it is worth it... You were injured by the old monster who took the house just now. Everything has collapsed, I don’t know how many years it will take to recover, but with this Lightning Pond of Creation, everything is no problem, you don’t need to do anything else, just enter the Thunder Pond to sleep, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, or ten thousand Years, who cares, the longer the better, when you wake up, you may even become a fairy directly..."

The red feather of Dapeng Xiewang even flew up excitedly, fluttering in the air.

"There is a saying in Suzaku's memory that the Ten Absolute Netherlands contain immortality, and it turns out to be true!"

"Although Tongtian Road has been cut off, this ray of immortality is worth everything..."

A feather fluttered in the air excitedly, and its appearance was quite strange.

"Go in quickly, this is the fairy machine, this is simply a loophole in the world, sleeping in the Thunder Pond, you don't need to practice, you don't need to be enlightened, you just need to sleep in it, and when you wake up, you will naturally have a great fortune in your body, and even directly Chengxian... If you don't sleep, I will spontaneously ignite and turn into ashes, and find a way to notify the main body to come, this good fortune must not be let go, this is the only chance..."

"Naturally, I have to sleep in, but it's not me who wants to sleep in..."

Fang Xing sighed, gently put the red dragon down, and patted its dragon head.

That Chiyu suddenly became excited: "You...what do you want to do?...You want to give this dragon the only fairy machine?"