I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

Yingying Sansheng.

Rather than being a means of making an enemy, it is better to say that it is an alternative spiritual test.

In the middle of the world, the evolution of the world, at a glance, is the three students.

This is the skill description of Yingying Sansheng. It can instantly bring the spiritual consciousness of the designated person into the middle of the world. Since then, it has been lost. Those who are not persevering will not get it for life.

Obviously, this is a comprehensive test of one's perseverance, will and spirit.

Not everyone has the opportunity to experience the experience and experience of Sansei III.

Yang Fan visited Zhu Chunan's body.

According to the truth, with the death of the surgeon, the effect of the scorpion should also disappear. Zhu Huanan’s consciousness of the soul has lost the prohibition of the black dragon, and it should return to it.

But now, Zhu Huanan is obviously lost in the effect of Yingying Sansheng's martial arts.

This is a bit too normal.

The black dragon is dead, and the world in the middle of it is supposed to collapse. Zhu Huanan has no sense of soul and soul. If he does not return to the body, where will he go?

"Is it because of that eye-catching eye?"

Yang Fan’s thoughts swept the collection space, and turned his hand to take out the single right eye of the Tongling spirit collected from the black dragon.

A ball of the same size as a football.

Crystal clear, blue and white, looks like a huge sapphire, and the eyeballs in Yang Fan's imagination are very different.

There are no blood vessels, no blood color, and the outer surface is covered with a layer of jasper-like hard shell. It is held in the hand, cold and transparent, and the aura is compelling.

Especially the round pupil of the sapphire blue, people will have a feeling of spiritual embarrassment when they look at it, and the evil door is very good.

Yang Fan runs the martial arts of the three generations, and the corresponding spiritual power is poured into the spirits of the hands in a little bit, and the pupils of the post-spiritual eyes light up a faint light echo.

moment.

The feeling of blood connection is filled in Yang Fan's body. At this time, the spirit in his hand is like a new organ derived from him, completely obeying Yang Fan's command and control.

Yang Fan’s thoughts moved, and a godly thought naturally poured into the world of Suizhong, and watched everything inside.

At this moment, Yang Fan feels that he is the master of this world, and can change the rules and events of the world as he pleases.

"It's amazing!"

Yang Fan sighed softly. As the GM of this world, he quickly located the position of Zhu Huanan and saw everything that Zhu Huanan was experiencing.

The corpse is **** and suffocating.

Zhu Huanan, a sword and a sword, is killing the Quartet in a hill called Luoyu Mountain.

The endless Qing dynasty died in tragic death, and countless demon will demonize the demon king in the middle of Zhu Huanan.

"Today, you are a young man, don't want to escape from here, never die!"

Zhu Huanan's sword cut off the head of a six-level demon king, and his eyes glanced coldly at all the green monsters in front of him.

On the outskirts of Luoyu Mountain, the Psionic Shield rises into the sky and completely covers the entire Luyu Mountain Range. On the edge of the mountain range, countless young baboons with low strength and small age are constantly flapping the shields that hinder their escape.

Every face of the green scorpion carries endless hatred and fear.

"Zhu Huanan! Do you have to kill it so much?!" A seven-level Qingwang Wang Fei body and Zhu Huanan are far away from each other. "You know, our green blood is not the culprit to kill your wife and children! You I don’t have the ability to find revenge, can I bully me?

Zhu Huanan handed out a sword to him, and his sword was savage and unstoppable.

The young king did not dare to pick it up, avoiding it sideways. Although he was innocent, the demon people who had been hiding behind him were not spared. They were all swept away by the sword.

"Where the participants are all guilty of death!"

"Destroy the family, do not hesitate!"

At this moment, Zhu Huanan is like a demon, and his eyes are full of murderousness.

Yang Fan was amazed.

This should be the legendary battle of the fall of the mountain of Zhu Huanan, a sword in the legendary thirty years ago.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Huanan’s obstinacy is so powerful, even if it is into the middle of the world, it is still repeating the events of the year.

It is said that the South China Masters did not really succeed.

Although killing most of the green scorpion monsters on the Luoyu Mountain, but because of the king of the Qing dynasty, a shot of the king, a part of the Qing dynasty.

Now, Zhu Huanan re-enacts the event of the year, is it not to make up for the regrets of the year?

Yang Fan did not directly intervene in the process of the incident. However, in order to experiment with his control of the world in the middle of the world, with a wave of hand, there is a space rule to penetrate into the sea of ​​Zhu Huanan.

At the same time, another 10,000 spirits were able to break into his gas sea Dantian.

Just for a moment, Zhu Huanan was repaired as a surge, and he was directly enlightened in the battle. He will be repaired to the half-step king's situation, and after the sword light, the entire Luoyu Mountain was bombarded into a flat land, all the green inside the shield. Oh, all died.

"Half-step king, still not quite enough."

I think that Zhu Huanan’s real revenge is the ancestor of the Qing Dynasty Beastmaster and Taikang City. Therefore, Yang Fan will simply do nothing, and endlessly add a few spatial rules to Zhu Huanan’s knowledge of the sea. Accelerate his understanding of the rules of space.

In the lower world, Zhu Huanan, if there is a **** help, after the genius of the Qing dynasty, all of them are annihilated, the sudden thoughts are accessible, the spiritual knowledge rises, and the understanding of the space rules has reached a perfect state.

Brake.

The world is changing, and the power is like rain.

Zhu Huanan broke into the king in one fell swoop, and it is a peerless king who has reached 100% understanding of space rules.

Yang Fan nodded happily.

This is the proper protagonist template. Since it is a dream, it is natural to be successful.

"Add a little more gas, let the South China Masters also experience the coolness of a son of luck!"

Yang Fan reached out and grabbed it, gathered it in a palm between the palms, and then handed it into the body of the South China Master.

Seeing that Zhu Huanan flew to Taikang City, Yang Fan slowly recovered his spiritual thoughts.

Breaking into a king, and having a gas transport to add, as long as it is not too dead, how can the South China Masters die in a difficult way, and it is not difficult to kill the Wang family ancestors and the extraterrestrial green beast king.

I took a moment to pull the world's time flow rate, and Yang Fan's look changed slightly, and I couldn't help but scorn the black dragon.

"This **** has actually slowed down the time flow rate in the middle of the world to a limit ratio of one to one thousand. After one day, the outside world is three years. This is a special thing to save the old principal!"

Uneasy.

If it is true according to the flow rate of this time, wait until Zhu Huanan takes the time course of the world away. It may have been three or five hundred years before, and the old man is so old, and there is still a hair to go out?

"This coach can not spend so much time here."

Yang Fan's idea of ​​fretting directly adjusts the time flow rate to one thousand to one, and at the same time sets a time end point for the end of the day, so that Zhu Huanan can end the experience of this world and get out early.

Finished it all.

Yang Fan’s idea slowly withdrew from the pupil world in Lingbi’s eyes, and saw that Fu Zhengqing’s eyes all looked nervously at him, and could not help but smile:

"You don't have to worry about it. I just said that the old principal of South China is not a bad thing outside the gods. Maybe this time, the old man can still be blessed in disguise, no matter what!"

at this time.

Tian Bu has returned to the back of the clothes, passing a few people in Yang Fan, and directly ran to the body of the black dragon.

Stooping on the body of the black dragon scorpion that has become a ball, the slap is searched, focusing on the abdomen position, and muttering in the mouth:

"It should be here, the old man is absolutely not wrong, it is definitely a top-notch!"

"Well, how can I not see it? It shouldn't be! It just is right here!"

The field is like a demon, and his head is about to be attached to the belly of the black dragon. It is a groping, and it is a **** to explore. The result is busy for a long time, but still nothing.

When Yang Fan saw it, he couldn't help but smile.

He naturally knows what Tian Buji wants to search for, but this old man is destined to be disappointed. He has already entered the things in his handsome Yang Shuai’s pocket, and there is a reason to come out again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Black, this is the fake king's flesh and blood that the owner has been cheeky for you. Don't you try it? ! ”

Just seeing the **** revealing his head on an old tree a few hundred meters away, Yang Fan smiled and waved.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The **** excites and screams. If lightning strikes, he will directly reach Yang Fan’s front. He shakes his tail and happily turns around Yang Fan for two rounds to express his gratitude, and then directly rushes to the body of the black gorilla.

Tian did not see the situation, had to disappointly loosen the body of the black dragon, but still not dead, still standing next to the body, watching the **** bite devour the torn beast flesh .

Dahe glanced at him with a vigilant look, thinking that the old man had to grab the food with him, screaming at the smashing teeth, and then carefully licking the flesh of the ground, slowly moving to Yang Fan’s By the side, this is a big chunk of peace of mind.

The field is not seen, the face is a bit black.

Special.

This white-eyed dog.

Is this obviously the trophy of someone in his field?

I ate Laozi’s things and even looked at Laozi as a thief. What kind of dog is what kind of dog, what is special is not a good thing.

However, when Yang Fan was also on the side, Tian did not say anything. After all, the dog still had to look at the owner. The owner of this big dog could not afford it.

It took only three or two minutes to see that the **** had swallowed most of the blood of the male orangutan, but did not find any suspicious items. Even a skeleton of the bones did not, and the field did not gradually die.

The suspected top-level rune secret treasure did not remain in the body of this orangutan. It may have been his illusion before.

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