Chapter 801
When fighting against Lord Xuanming, Fang Yuan compared him to the simplest algorithm.
But fighting with the idiotic old man in the way of talismans is the most complicated method of illusion.
Talisman is derived from calligraphy, one word can contain the truth of heaven and earth, forming a powerful Talisman, so the foundation of Talisman is calligraphy, but Fang Yuan absolutely refuses to compare calligraphy with idiots, he knows how his calligraphy is.
So as soon as he came up, he directly transformed into a green energy talisman.
Today's Fang Yuan, who has mastered 90% of the heavenly skills, has cultivated a body of black and yellow qi that is ever-changing, including the energy of heaven and earth. In terms of changes, even some transformation gods are inferior to him. In addition, his mysterious and yellow qi can be used through talisman Tao. Evolving everything in the world, and finally turned into a talisman seal.
The idiotic old man wanted to imitate this talisman, not asking him to have mysterious energy, but at least asking him to understand the Heavenly Art, not inferior to Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan was very relieved about this, no matter how deep the old man was, how high his realm was, and how strong the talisman was, it was impossible!
Ninety percent of the heavenly skills, plus the comprehension of the Immemorial Demon Chapter, made his understanding of this world far better than anyone else!
When the idiot saw this green energy talisman, he was first attracted by it, and its subtle evolution was of great benefit to his talisman attainments. Then, he felt an unbelievable feeling. He didn't believe that anyone could contain the world in a talisman. Then, he felt fear. He realized that he might not be able to touch this talisman for the rest of his life...
Feeling chilly on the neck.
At this time, he never thought about it. In fact, he only needs to bet against Fang Yuan on the most basic calligraphy, and he can win.
Of course, Fang Yuan did this on purpose.
How could the other elders not understand after seeing the appearance of the Idiot old man.
I was shocked by Fang Yuan, a junior genius who seemed to be omnipotent, but also felt a kind of sincere fear.
Now Longjiansou has been beheaded, Lord Xuanming has been defeated, Xingluosou is still struggling for time, and Baizhishou has not dared to write. Counting among the seven people, four of them have already got their heads in. How can the remaining three people not feel anxious?
Under such circumstances, they wanted to save the lives of all their old friends and Fang Yuan's, how much pressure was there?
"Hehe, if Fang Xiaoyou wants to fight talismans, he should wait until the game is over..."
In the oppression, an old man named Bai Zhang suddenly spoke, with a forced smile on his face. His intention was to explain that Fang Yuan's bet was against the rules, and let him finish playing chess first. In this way, this talisman fight can be ignored for now. Although it doesn't look good on the surface, it can still save the idiotic old man...
But before he finished speaking, Fang Yuan suddenly looked at him again and said, "You just wanted to bet on my supernatural powers?"
The old man was slightly taken aback, his face a little embarrassed.
"The way of supernatural powers is just the way of transformation. I have penetrated most of Nanhai's celestial skills, so although you are a transformation god, your understanding of laws is not as good as mine. If you really bet on your supernatural powers, it is bullying you!"
Fang Yuan said, pointing at the green talisman: "It's still this talisman, you can see how many changes there are in it, even if I lose!"
After saying that, he turned around and continued to wait for Xing Luosou to play chess.
The old man Baizhang was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the Taoist talisman with the old man in a daze.
I wanted to cry but had no tears in my heart. I wanted to rescue one, but I didn't expect to put myself in it.
"No, how can there be someone so young that he has such attainments in all fields?"
Among the remaining two old men, their faces have changed greatly. One of the old men wearing a gray robe, but a strong body and an iron -like red -faced old man. At this time, the person was full of anger. This person called the dragon marrow. He and the rest of the old man looked at each other. At the same time, he felt a bad intention. These outside people deliberately cultivate such a mobs, are you specifically to deal with us? "
"Damn it, we just want to cultivate our state of mind outside the world of mortals, and who will we offend?"
"Xianmeng has thought hard and made things difficult for us. I really hate it!"
"If you really have such a great ability, why don't you go and deal with those powerful old monsters, do you have to pick us?"
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The two of them became more and more angry, full of grief and anger, the old man Long Sui had a violent temper, and seeing that the old man Long Jian was dead, the other four old friends were all in the urn, and it was difficult to get out, so they suddenly shouted: "My boy, you are good at everything with sword spells, well, I am here to play with you, I am not like other Taoist friends, I only have brute strength, come here, let's fight directly!"
"Whoever is dead loses, and whoever lives wins. Let's see who kills who!"
While drinking loudly, Qi and blood flowed like a raging volcano.
Behind him, the mountains are majestic, the mountains and rivers are manifested, the laws are distorted, and the terrifying cultivation of the gods has been revealed.
When Mr. Tianji saw this, his face was full of anger, and he shouted: "Don't you even want some face?"
He could naturally see that the old man Long Sui had already decided to use his cultivation to suppress others regardless of everything else.
It's not a gamble at all, but to see who has the biggest fist.
"Don't show any shame, you are the ones who insist on breaking our peace and forcing us to a dead end..."
Unexpectedly, the old man Long Sui was even more angry than him, and shouted angrily: "If you don't give us a way to survive, then you won't be able to survive!"
Now he really intends to use force to suppress others, thinking that although the young man in front of him is omniscient and proficient in everything, he is not a deity after all, and there are three deities in his room, who are not afraid of him at all.
The idea is brash, direct, and most useful.
It's just that listening to the ears of the Seven Immortals, there is always something unpleasant.
Before they had finished their thoughts, suddenly behind Fang Yuan, the dragon who was now the size of a person, wrapped in a thick padded jacket and cotton trousers, with a hole in the back of the trousers, and a tail protruding from the hole, suddenly laughed and said: "During this time, I have been feeling aggrieved and panicked, and I can't find anyone to vent my feelings on. Take this bet!"
While speaking, the flesh body exploded, tearing the cotton-padded jacket and trousers, but revealing the body of a dragon that was hundreds of feet long. After the battle at the edge of the devil, and the subsequent retreat, its flesh body has changed again.
With golden pupils, he stared at the old man Long Sui fiercely, and said with a strange smile: "You can say the ugly words first, if you will lose if you stay, you have to admit it, when my old man eats you, you have to jump into the iron pot and wash yourself..."
"A half-step real dragon?"
That old man Long Sui was able to achieve his current level of cultivation because he had been blessed with dragons when he was young. He never thought that when he was about to challenge, he would encounter such a monster, and his heart would freeze for a moment.
This dragon followed Fang Yuan back then, and it seemed that its duty was to pull a cart, but in fact it was a guardian.
When it first entered the demonic side, it was able to fight and transform into a god, but it was usually unwilling to make any effort. Now, after a period of retreat, it has swallowed a lot of magic pills, and its body is gradually recovering. How can ordinary transforming gods really be able to fight with him?
Not only the old man Long Sui, but the other elders also lost most of their hearts when they saw the might of the half-dragon and the real dragon.
Planted, planted!
The other party even brought these creatures here, it is clear that they want to make trouble with themselves, the Seven Immortals...
Now among the seven of them, if you lose, you will lose six of them, and you will lose your momentum first. Although if you really want to fight, you may not lose immediately, but do you want to lose the face of the Seven Immortals of Huawai? How can they do such things if they claim to be noble and pure people who do not touch the world?
It's only to blame, Xianmeng is too insidious, you must have cheated people like yourself!
Already lost, the heartbroken Lord Xuanming.
Xing Luosou was holding a ball in his hand, thinking hard, not knowing where it landed.
Looking at the green talisman, the remorseful and desperate Idiot and Old Man fell into silence.
"That's all!"
In this hopeless silence, the last middle-aged man in a blue robe with snow-white temples, that is, the Suihan old man of the Seven Immortals, suddenly sighed in a low voice. His cultivation was the highest among all the people in the field, but at this time, he looked up at Fang Yuan with a sense of disappointment on his face, and said, "I don't know what the Immortal League thinks. It insists on breaking our mood, but since it's here, I can't hide it. My friend, I'll let the old man bet on this final with you." Let's play a game, let's see how your rhythm is!"
"If you win, the Seven Immortals will be at your disposal. The old man proclaims himself a cultivator and will never resist!"
"If you lose... I just hope you leave early, don't come back!"
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Hearing these words, Fang Yuan couldn't help being startled, and looked up at him.
But the old man sighed, and took out an ice-blue guqin from his sleeve, which was made of ten thousand years of black ice, with seven strings on it, with simple Taoist patterns, and indescribable elegance.
The sound of the zither was like a butterfly, and it suddenly flew over this small fairy world, making the whole valley very angry.
For a while, the sound of the zither is soft, and you can see the willows in the valley, the branches, the flowers blooming, the flowing water, and the fish in the stream, which seem to jump out of the delicate white waves following the sound of the zither;
But in this empty and clean environment, suddenly the sound of the zither was clanging, giving birth to a touch of grief and indignation.
It seems that there is a filthy atmosphere from the world of mortals, and they insist on destroying this pure and ethereal place, polluting this elegant and quiet place, and living with it.
Sitting quietly, Fang Yuan could hear the grief and accusation towards himself in the sound of the piano, and kept silent for a long time.
He has never learned the rhythm, but he will win this bet.