Reverend Insanity

Tingling bell!

A wind flower is just behind the middle source.

The defenses on the square, like paper paste, were immediately torn to pieces.

The robe on the back was completely strangled, the blood splattered and the crushed flesh fleshed away.

“Bad luck!” Fang Yuan's heart is heavy.

He was surrounded by dozens of phantoms, and only one wind flower flew in, attacking randomly. He was struck in the face.

Over time, the effect of shitty body shipments has become weaker, greatly increasing the probability that God will discover the true body.

Worse yet, there's the Dark Way Magic.

The effect of the Dark Way Immortal Maneuver is also dramatically diminishing, protecting the square source and masking his breath.

Once this guard is completely gone, it's worse than losing shit.

Time passes, the source of time passes through seconds, hard to live and suffer.

He no longer knew how many rounds of snowflakes had been blown up and how many times he had been struck by wind and flowers.

The protective effect of shitty luck and darkness has decreased dramatically, but attitude tricks and deformation tricks forming meets each other, such as midstream grinding columns, always support the square source. And if I kill, at this moment, it can no longer be used as a cannon ash tactic.

God is not a fool. He can think.

After the tactics of the source became clear, every time after 10,000 me, it discovered that the source was real for a shorter and shorter time.

Fangyuan's injuries are also getting worse and worse. He has no choice but to provoke immortals.

But in this way, his Immortal Dollar also intensifies the depletion. There were not many, and they are now moving towards dryness.

The heavenly will is high and manages the earth's disasters. It is innate to the advantage of undefeated land.

The source is like an ant, struggling in the line of life and death.

The number of snow moons is increasing, and the footsteps of the source are gradually not keeping pace.

The situation is extremely difficult and the source sees little hope.

But he didn't intend to give up and still bites his teeth and insists.

The wind was like ridicule, ridicule his lack of self-control.

The snow moon hung high, as if it were an indifferent gaze, watching a fly mosquito like Fangyuan dying in vain.

The square is covered in blood, the white robe has been completely transformed into a blood robe, and the blood and sweat have been condensed into ice scum.

He was overwhelmed and his dark hair, which had flowed with the wind, had broken countless times, and was now uneven in length, making the source look like a combination of lunatics and beggars.

He looked cold and neither laughed nor shouted.

He was like a piece of hard ice, crushed by the heavens and the earth, but he did not speak, he was in desperation, everything was just silent insistence.

The wind goes down.

The power of wind and flower robbery, slowly fades away.

The limit has been reached.

The power of earthquakes is also limited. Even if the heavenly will maximizes it, it manipulates it personally.

Fangyuan was not killed by wind and flowers. Soon, the number of wind and flowers decreased dramatically, and there was no more wind in the heavens and the earth.

Fang Yuan laughed and rushed Xianyuan. His target is still Snow Moon!

Although the wind and flower robbery have subsided and the snow moon in the sky has ceased to derive, the wind and flowers remain, and the number of snow moons remaining is not small.

Tough fight!

Fang Yuan no longer has the strength to bite his teeth, he is weak and exhausted.

10,000 me.

Major hand stamp of Lido.

Sword wave triple stacked.

We met once.

He is in poor condition, and several fairy talent kills can sometimes trigger failure. Every time he fails, he suffers backphage and spits blood in his mouth.

The disaster has reached its limits, as has the source itself.

Running away is pointless. Not only is it wind and flower interdiction, but the snow moon can also slowly shift the flight, and the coverage of cold light is too large.

The earth disaster is not yet completely over, the heavens and the earth are unequal, and it is not possible to recycle fairy talents.

It has to be said that the heavens have been working for a long time to breed a disaster that is most targeted at all sources. In the last disaster, the madness and sincerity divided some of the forces of the disaster. This time, although it is inevitable, the heavenly intent also affects the savage sincerity, making the part of the savage sincere influence turn into a snowmoon robbery, instead adding to the difficulty of the whole disaster!

The battle now depends on who both sides can survive.

Half an hour later, Fangyuan fell on Mount Spirit.

His Immortal is almost completely dry.

Meetings have never held up, my heart is weak, long gone.

The source worked hard and hard to blow up a lot of snow moon, but the last round still exists in the sky!

Leaning on the sanctuary of Mount Spirit, the source protects against the light of cold light.

He was covered in scars, many wounds, and the bloody ice cream condensed into pieces.

Fang Yuan was weak, and the thicker the frost accumulated on his body, he gradually froze in the ice.

The last wind, haunted by the ice, carries the will of heaven and watches the source go to extinction.

There are few Immortals left, and a Immortal Killer's move is prompted, but Square's face suddenly shows the smile of the victor.

“I survived this disaster. ”

The next moment, the wild beast stabbed the spinal dragonfish and suddenly appeared. The fishtail swung hard and hit hard, smashing the last round of the snow moon.

Slave Beast Magic!

After half a cup of tea, the heavens and the earth calmed down, and Fangyuan immediately proceeded to leave the North Plains.

Not long after he left, two shadows emerged from the underground ice.

“This is it.” One of the figures, visiting carefully, looked around and said.

Another figure, cautiously swinging his nose wings, sniffing around, said in a positive tone: "What we just sensed was right. This place has just been hijacked. There is residual silk fluctuations in the heavens and the earth. It has not completely subsided. ”

Both shadows were blurred, apparently deliberately covering their shapes.

However, since the knowledge of the heavens and the earth, as well as the exploration, is so clear, it must be the identity of the magician.

“Alas, the Northern Ice Plains were a masochist forge. All glaciers, no earth. Here, the heavens and earth are much thinner than elsewhere. If the Magic Immortal were allowed to travel here, it would probably further deplete the atmosphere of the heavens and the earth. Reaching a certain level will inevitably cause the glacier to crack and the heavens and floors to shake.” One of the two mysterious magic fairies, sighing, full of worry.

“The Northern Ice Plains are the last of my Snowman clan. We live underground in the Ice Plains, with no quarrel with the world. I didn't expect the people to stop, even our last habitat, to stain their fingers, to coax!” Another mysterious figure, seemingly younger, is full of outrage.

Turns out, the identities of these two magicians are unusual, and they are all exotic snowmen magicians.

The young snowman magic fairy continued: "The elder is too corrupt! In my opinion, that Trudeau should have been eradicated. Now, look, not only did Chudu come here often, but others came as well. Over time, our habitat will be visited by more and more magicians. ”

The elderly snowman sighs: “Alas! Too much of an elder thought, but I can understand. He was worried about the war with Chudu, exposing the existence of our people to the world. Today's world is dominated by people. Its position is as solid as a mountain. It cannot be shaken. When our people are exposed, they will surely provoke the siege of the entire Beiyuan people. ”

“Is that how things go? Let more and more magicians pass over us? In fact, with the strength of our people, we are fighting here in the ice fields. It is not difficult to kill several people in secret as long as the plan is well planned. Of course, I also admit that Trudeau is strong. We gave up his goal as a matter of security, but the other magicians could do it. How many people did we kill? Anyway, the inner part of the people is also very messy, the path, the magic, the dispersion has never stopped.” Young manipulators talk.

“Alas, you have a point. Let's report this to the tribe first, and let the other Taishang elders totale it. ”

The two snowmen argued and the vague figure quietly disappeared.

Fangyuan was seriously injured, but he still kept his horse on his feet and drove all the way back to Langfudi.

“God's will to exterminate me is undoubtedly the best time when I ferry. It not only increases the power and limits of a disaster, but also manipulates it personally. What's even scarier is influencing other beings, breeding robberies, laying out layouts to kill me! ”

This information is remembered in the mind of the source.

This perception is also a valuable gain from his dealings with Mao Liu.

In the Battle of Mount Yitian six months ago, he himself was a pivotal robber, a chess piece of God's will against the ghost of demons.

It is precisely because of personal experience that the source is very wary of the so-called "robbery”.

Thinking about how the demon pride ghost existed, and the film sect lined up, the alliance aided, the plot for 100,000 years, were all overturned by God's plan.

Compared to them, what are you now?

So, the source is almost irrespective of the serious injury, and it shifts directly. Fast, does not leave time for the layout to be brewed by Heaven.

The return journey did not happen unexpectedly, Fangyuan smoothly returned to Langfudi.

When he arrived at Langfudi, he was relieved to know that he was temporarily safe.

After that, Fangyuan Turtle tightened healing wounds in his own Yuncheng, while returning borrowed magic tricks.

A few days later, Fangyuan's injuries were all gone and his condition was restored, and he proceeded to fix the spiritual mountain in the fairy trick.

This mountain, by the way, has helped him tremendously.

Mount Ecstasy looked miserable, before it was a mountain of majestic heights, and after the ferry, only a small, smooth mound was left to be cut by numerous winds and flowers.

Jiangshan Rusheng!

Under this magic, Mount Spirit is restored to its old form.

Only such a mountain of spirits can produce the most efficient manoeuvres of courage.

Fang Yuan dared not carelessly, hurriedly took out Mount Spirit Mountain and entrusted it to Langfudi.

However, although Mount Spirit can produce a great deal of guts, the avenues for trafficking are closed. There's a lot of guts in Langhua's treasury today. I can't sell it. I'm really anxious to call Fong Yuan.

“Two months later, it was the third disaster. More powerful than this one. If I don't make some breakthroughs at this stage, and my strength doesn't grow, I'm afraid it's a lot worse. ”

“But strength growth, by no means out of the blue, requires training resources. Baohuangtian... when can I open it again? ”