Chapter 1304：

I can only see,

A touch of purple-golden underground palaces, shining brightly in the sky!

All the spiritual masters in the base city of Kyoto also saw this golden light, and felt the terrible power surging from Ye Fan's body!

Everyone suddenly saw that Ye Fan condensed a huge purple and gold handprint with no friends, and took out two bridges with deep breath from an unknown place!

Their eyes were scorching, and they were paying close attention to the subsequent changes.

Ye Fan took out the dark yellow corpse soul bridge from the storage space and the tragic green soul fire on the bridge pillar.

Then take out the black color of the whole body, exuding a strangely fluctuating bridge of death.

Ye Fan looked at the two bizarre bridges in the purple-gold big handprints, and his eyes sparkled with blazing fire.

[Ding, it has been detected that Naihe Bridge (Eight Star) has sufficient editing and synthesis materials. May I ask the host, is it possible to edit and synthesize? 】

As the two bizarre bridges were taken out, the familiar system prompt in Ye Fan's mind immediately sounded.

"Start editing!"

He immediately responded.

Immediately,

The corpse soul bridge and the Wangsheng bridge taken in the big hand of Minggang suddenly suspended spontaneously.

at the same time,

In the system prompt, the editing sequence and results are displayed.

[Ding, the editing sequence is being generated! 】

[Omitted...]

Click, click, click——

The golden light of the demon editor, running, released two golden lights covering the Soul Bridge and the Bridge of Death.

Suddenly,

The golden light beam absorbed the two bridges.

Next,

With a thought, Ye Fan took out an eighth-sequence doomsday level monster resentment and threw it into the monster editor.

The entire surface of the mysterious editor and the complicated technical patterns immediately bloomed with brilliance and brilliance!

The machine sound kept ringing.

The gloomy and obscure netherworld, gushing out from the constantly running demon editor!

When the demon editor was editing, all the psychics in the base city of Kyoto below did not see the existence of the editor at all.

They could only see that Ye Fan and the void beside him were directly shrouded in golden light, and there was also a very profound and profound aura that continued to diffuse!

Some self-holding ranks are fairly powerful spiritual masters, who want to use their spiritual power to observe the mystery and gain some insights and gains.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the mental power was explored, it was as if someone had been severely pierced with a steel needle that pierced the soul. The pain was extremely painful, and he immediately let out a miserable cry.

Others felt as if they had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and even the blood of a snake was flowing from their noses, their heads concussed and dizzy, and their mental power was slightly damaged.

These imperial masters have the lowest rank sequence of the seventh-order destruction rank, and the higher ones even have the existence of the eighth-rank doomsday rank.

After they had eaten this small loss, they looked at Ye Fan in the sky, and their hearts were even more awe-inspiring.

Others saw the grandmothers who were in the forefront of the ranks in the General Bureau, facing Ye Fan's power, just wanted to feel a little bit of mystery, they encountered such a nail that was neither light nor heavy.

In their hearts, they became more shocked and amazed.

They looked at Ye Fan in the sky, and their eyes grew in awe.

High in the sky.

While Ye Fan was editing with the editor, he began to browse all kinds of knowledge and mysteries rewarded by the task of comprehending Wangchuanhe.

After a while, Ye Fan was awakened by the sound of the cracking golden light door opening.

He looked intently and suddenly saw that a football-sized dark yellow ball of light floated out of the golden gate and floated leisurely into the palm of his right hand.

In the ball of light, a dark yellow bridge with a simple and vicissitudes of life stands quietly.

It is the bridge of Naihe!

Ye Fan held the Naihe Bridge in the palm of his palm, overlooking the underworld, with his momentum purging out, filling the whole world!

"Naihe sighed on the bridge, but there are countless mortals!!"

"Naihe Bridge, fall!!"

Ye Fan said it!

Like a lotus flower, the voice shook the void and resounded throughout the world!

The dark yellow light ball in his hand immediately turned into a stream of light and fell downward!

All the psychic masters in the base city of Kyoto, looking at the dark yellow light group that fell from Ye Fan's hand, all their sights converged.

I can only see,

This light group fell to the top of Wangchuan River in an instant!

Immediately after,

With a bang, it disintegrated and broke apart.

It's like a fireworks bursting on the Wangchuan River!

Strands of dark yellow streamer splashed out in all directions.

These streamers condensed into solid wood under everyone's gaze.

Some are bridge pillars, and some are deck planks.

Immediately,

Blocks of solid wood quickly spliced ​​into an extremely strong dark yellow bridge between the wind blowing in the Wangchuan River.