My talent is too competitive, the start level is full

Fang Chen stared, I have been fishing for a long time, acting, and throwing bait, only to get seven or eight thousand strands of the origin of the Dao.

In just a few days of hard work, you did [-] strands directly?

"It's still quick to cheat..." Fang Chen muttered.

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

"Evacuating the secret storehouse of the Xuanwu Spirit is just around the corner!"

At this time, the outside world, the Ten Thousand Races camp.

A genius from all races returned, vomited blood, was severely wounded, and breathless.

Heart full of grief and indignation.

Watching the excitement and being forced to perform a soul sacrifice, how can there be any reason for this?

The high priest and all the emperors paid close attention, waiting for news from the Xuanwu Battlefield.

The arrogance of the ancient race is not eliminated, they feel uneasy.

But... countless Tianjiao returned, but the situation kept getting better.

This made the hearts of the emperors feel a lot heavier.

Until, Kun Wufeng also returned.

His eyes widened with anger, his whole body overflowed with spiritual energy, and his cultivation level regressed sharply, and there was a faint tendency to slip back to the Nascent Profound Realm.

The high priest rushed to stabilize Kun Wufeng's injury.

"Even you are no match for that ancient race?"

Kun Wufeng's face turned gloomy, and he nodded silently.

The defeat was so humiliating that he couldn't speak at all.

He can't say... he killed himself, right?

The High Priest's face was gloomy.

Kun Wufeng was at the top of the battle list, his fighting strength was unmatched among his peers, yet he was also defeated and returned.

The Tianjiao of the ancient race clearly only has the Nascent Profound Realm, why is he so monstrous?

Soon, bad news continued to come.

In the end, the more than twenty top evildoers opened their eyes one after another.

Everyone is full of resentment.

Why didn't the magic soldiers kill Fang Chen, but killed them all.

Grass!

In order to sacrifice their souls to the demon soldiers, they did not hesitate to attack their comrades, and finally gave them this?

Get cold feet?

The key is that this was made by the high priest!

Just when they were about to sue.

Their sea of ​​consciousness suddenly appeared out of thin air, a blooming lotus of nine suns.

Blazing flames, burning violently.

In an instant, their souls, which had already been severely injured, were completely burned out!

boom!

Flames shot up into the sky.

These more than [-] top talents turned into ashes in an instant.

The speed was so fast that the high priest and all the emperors didn't even react.

Chapter 167 : Advanced Secret Collection, Ancient Treasure!

"..."

what's the situation?

The emperors of all races froze for a moment.

Death in the Xuanwu battle field, the soul and body will not be destroyed, at most it will hurt the soul. When did this happen?

The high priest frowned, and noticed the slightest unusual aura from the ashes of the top monster.

It seems... beyond the holy rank!

Is this also the work of that ancient arrogance?

A kid at the Nascent Profound Realm actually mastered the means to surpass the holy rank?

The high priest's heart was heavy.

Trouble came one after another, which made him a little upset.

"I hope that the demon soldiers can kill him and solve this problem..." the high priest thought to himself.

But immediately, Fang Chen gave him a resounding slap across the boundless space.

A dark impact hit the soul directly.

The high priest couldn't help but snorted secretly, and his breath fluctuated.

The connection between him and the magic soldier...is broken!

The magic soldier has been refined!

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

The high priest was burning with anger.

The evil spirit spreads all over the body, crushing the void everywhere.

The emperors noticed something strange and couldn't help looking sideways at the high priest.

This guy has always been calm, how could there be such a big mood swing at this time?

But this is far from over.

Just now.

boom!

A deep Taoist sound, like a torrent, spread throughout the Xuanwu galaxy.

The entire Xuanwu Starfield trembled, the endless void surged, and countless great worlds shook.

The space channel that Wanzu had finally erected couldn't bear the impact, and "Kaka" cracked, revealing a series of cracks.

The void storm swept through the space channel.

The emperors of all races were shocked and stepped out one after another, and the holy power surged to consolidate the space passage.

"It's troublesome."

"The space channel is turbulent, and the Tianjiao can't bear it at all. They enter the small world to hunt and kill the Tianjiao of the clan."

"Also, it may take some time to repair it."

"The day of marching into Zhenwu will be postponed again."

Manhuang's face was gloomy, full of displeasure.

Several of the top evildoers of his clan died for unknown reasons, and now there is another accident in the space channel.

This is so bad, how come one after another!

The mood of the emperors at this time is like that of the barbarian emperor, very unhappy.

The high priest narrowed his eyes slightly, let out a breath of foul air, and waved his hand, "We can only call a truce first."

Immediately, flew away.

Returning to the secret room, I couldn't bear it anymore, my breath suddenly became disordered.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

It's not because of the backlash from being refined by the demon soldiers. With the cultivation base of the high priest, that backlash is nothing.

He vomited blood, purely out of anger!

"Oh shit!"

The high priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but swear.

Ever since he deployed the Zhenwu Human Race, everything has gone wrong.

The Dongxuan Secret Realm failed to obtain the inheritance from the ancient powerhouse, and his painstaking efforts for thousands of years to restrain the invincible Demon God were destroyed.

Marching into Zhenwu, setting up battle platforms in ten directions, hunting and killing the arrogance of the clan, but suffered heavy losses.

I thought I could use this to blow the morale of the human race, telling the human race with a crushing force that they could not resist the attack of the army of various races.

Give up early.

But what I never expected was that a peerless evildoer appeared now, and even made the morale of the people skyrocket!

Moreover, in the Xuanwu Battlefield, he was hunted and killed by the Tianjiao of the Tianyu Clan.

Up to now, the magic soldier he cast with the magic pupil of the demon god has been taken away.

The space channel was turbulent and cracked because of the unknown Dao sound.

One thing after another, nothing goes well.

It was as if he was being targeted by Zhutian Dao, playing malicious tricks on him.

His current mood, don't mention how depressed he is!

As the top saint and peerless giant on the Xuanwu side, he was still vomiting blood from anger at this time, which shows how much resentment he has in his heart.

If it weren't for the special period of marching into Zhenwu.

He can't wait to make a move, slaughter a big world, and calm down!

In the Xuanwu Battlefield.

At this time, the Invincible Demon God has already refined the magic pupil, and initially recovered the demon body.

The burly body of three feet high, with bulging muscles and entwined magic lines, is fierce and terrifying.

The breath is even more terrifying, showing the majesty of the previous demon god.

But the Invincible Demon God knows that all of his origins come from Fang Chen.

If there was no Fang Chen, he might have become the forbidden puppet of the high priest by now, letting him drive him.

Immediately, he walked up to Fang Chen and knelt down on one knee.

The urn said: "Thank you, master, for the grace of rebuilding!"

"Wish to be the master's general, and fight for nine days and ten lands for the master!"

Fang Chen chuckled, which can be regarded as a little more help.

Afterwards, they returned to Xuanwu Xiantai and exchanged the gods with the spirit of Xuanwu.

Fang Chen first took out two thousand 350 strands of the origin of the Dao.

I owed [-] wisps in exchange for the Dikong Stone.

He cooperated with the Xuanwu Spirit, and at this time, he had beheaded nearly [-] alien talents, and he should have [-] wisps.

This is what Xuanwu Spirit deserves.

The Xuanwu Spirit waved his hand, wiped his head with great pride, and said: "I didn't do much, so I don't need these fifty wisps."

Just kidding, Fang Chen has a total of five thousand strands of the origin of the Dao.

As long as Fang Chen exchanges the fetish, the five thousand strands will be his!

Fifty wisps, what is it?

Instead of haggling over every detail, it is better to treat it as a good fate and give it to the other party.