Chapter 160

"Calm down the Holy Spirit."

The terrible creature in the mountain forest made a sound, and voices sounded in all directions.

"Holy Spirit, your injury is not healed. You can't do it again."

They are persuading the creature to calm down and not to fight.

The Four Eyed creature was the Four Eyed ancient ancestor god who had collided with Fang Xuan. At this time, he was only five feet tall.

Holy wrath.

His blind eyes can be cured again, and the wound on his chest can also be healed, but Fang Xuan's humiliation to him makes it difficult for him to calm his anger.

However, he is not a fool. Naturally, he knows that it is difficult for him to deal with Fang Xuan alone and will not act rashly.

The birds and animals in the mountains are frightened.

The creatures inside trembled and could not hear a voice in time, asking the holy God to calm down.

"Fang Xuan will be free in the sky?"

Broken wasteland, a perennial white fog, as if a voice came from the mountains in Wonderland.

Daochen's figure sat in the cave with clear eyes. There were a lot of white hairs on the floating dust, and his face was a little pale, as if he had been seriously ill.

Whispered.

The cave fell into silence again.

In the holy land of the west spirit.

Elder Ruyi answered the doubts of other elders and looked away from the xuanjing.

She looked out of the palace and her eyes became deep.

In the direction of his eyes, his eyes pulled forward, and he could see a quiet lake. There was a small pavilion by the lake, in which a beautiful and cold shadow sat.

Yao ji and Fang Xuan are good or bad for our Xiling holy land.

Elder Ruyi sighed in his heart.

Fang Xuan seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious gauze. He couldn't see clearly and touch thoroughly.

Such people are unknown. The more they understand, the more thrilling they are. They also have a feeling of uncontrollability.

Maybe... Only such a man can get Yaoji.

She whispered in her heart.

Suddenly, when elder Ru Yi turned his head, a startling voice came.

This voice is familiar to elder Ru Yi. It is elder Cai Ningxue who has always been steady.

How could the steady elder Cai Ningxue suddenly exclaim? Elder Ruyi was puzzled. She pulled back her eyes and wanted to ask elder Cai what happened.

When she pulled back her eyes to look at Cai Ningxue, her eyes stopped.

"Holy Land!"

Her pupils contracted violently.

The picture in Xuan territory has changed

The white arrow feather didn't fall and didn't fall into the army of the flying fairy God dynasty!

The friars in the army of the flying immortal god Dynasty were all kneeling on the ground. They could not bear the threat of the arrow feather. When the holy soldier hit, all sentient beings trembled.

However.

A white light flashed from the flying fairy towards the border city, with endless holy power, blooming brilliance and dazzling, as if to pierce the heavens.

A magnificent world of deterrence.

The falling speed of the arrow feather became slow, and under the pressure of terror, it seemed as if it had entered the mire and could not move a step.

"Monastic saint!"

Feel the power of mastering rules and order, which is superior to monasticism. The most holy and powerful, and the strong in tianxianguan are discolored.

On the battlefield, no matter how high and far people are, their blood is rolling and their hearts are trembling.

This is a strong person in the holy land, known as a big man, which can be called the existence of saints in the spiritual world!

A wisp of Qi is terrible and unmatched.

A holy bow strike is equal to a holy strike!

"Boom!!"

The Qi machine in the void turns into a boundless big hand, which blocks out the sky and the sun. The five fingers are slender like mountains, and the lines between the palms are like gullies.

The big hand burst gas machine locks the arrow feather. It is not aimed at the arrow feather, but someone else!

It's an Ranran!

"You dare!!" Kuang Chengsi roared.

The white knuckles of his sword showed how angry he was.

The face of the strong man in Daqin changed.

Facing the Qi machine of a monk is the same as a blow to the bow of the holy heaven. Being far away still makes people feel powerless, makes people tremble, and the flesh will crack.

"A saint came to the flying immortal Dynasty, and he made a special attack on his Saint..."

Jinduo narrowed his eyes.

The flying immortal Dynasty is afraid of Fang Xuan, so it will be prepared.

This Taoist saint, a great figure in the flying immortal Dynasty, is specially for waiting for Fang Xuan.

However, Fang Xuan did not appear, but the sage shot!

For an Ran Ran Ran.

Boom!

This mysterious figure made an earth shaking move, with thousands of dense immortal Qi spreading, and the real dragon and immortal Phoenix sighing together. The scene was appalling.

It's more terrible than a holy bow!

The heaven and earth are trembling, and heaven and earth send out heavenly sounds, which resonate with its power and awe inspiring.

Look at this.

The creatures and the strong who wait and see the war are creepy.

Is this the power of a monk?

Just watching the scenery of xuanjing makes people feel cold on their backs. They can't lift the slightest resistance and surpass the power of monastic cognition!

They finally understand why the holy land is also called a saint of Taoism.

"It's really good for dignified monks to start with children."

Just when everyone thought that Ann was in danger.

A gentle and calm voice sounded between heaven and earth and echoed in the heavens.

On the golden ripples, a halo rises. Unlike the dazzling golden radiance, it is soft and bright.

instant.

The whole world was illuminated, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

The halo gradually became clear, and a young man in white appeared. He seemed to live in this static time, between nothingness and light.

He stood there looking very ethereal, but it was so real.

His body stands in the nine heavens, and there is no sky above his head, because the sky can't be on it!

He was like a young man in white in the world of mortals. He walked leisurely in the fields, walked down to the flying immortal Dynasty, and walked into the heaven and earth where the enemy was.

The hearts of all the watching strong and living creatures are trembling and shouting.

It's him.

He came and showed up in tianxianguan!

The devil in the White Horse Temple is Fang Xuan, who lives alone in the world.

Like the data, he walked in the world leisurely and casually, always with a faint smile.

The slender jade like hand holds the dryland sword and emits a faint green radiance. Unexpectedly, it is no longer evil, but has a kind of holiness, a kind of holiness and untouchable.

On the white and flawless face with cream and snow, a pair of clear and deep eyes look like a cold pool on Jiutian fairy peak. There is a radian outlined by understatement beside *************************************************************************************.

The clothes are white without dust.

Different from the ethereal of immortals and the power and power of spiritual saints, he is a gentle childe.

Just a childe, dressed in white, walked step by step, as if walking out of the legendary river of years.

This scene was obviously shocking, but somehow, no one was shocked. Some of them should have been.

"Fang Xuan."

Everyone whispered.

This man is mysterious and powerful, unknown and profound.

People who haven't seen him are deeply attracted by this figure. What kind of strength is it? What kind of mind can have this temperament and self-restraint

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PS: the time is right this time. It's on the shelves on the 7th. I'll throw it all on the shelves in the early morning --