Carefree Path of Dreams

"The whole blue-purple stars are a huge battlefield!"

Feel free to find a palace, Fang Yuan sitting cross-legged, the eyes flashed in the eyes: "In the beginning of the invasion of the devil, the source of the stay here is not a minority, the secondary force is also very rich, I am here, it is like a duck !"

With so many sources of concentration, the impact is that the whole star is above, and terrible evils are born all the time.

If left unchecked, they will soon devour each other and give birth to a truly world-class presence.

Therefore, the Heavenly Emperor defended the country with the Emperor, and sent a large number of elite soldiers, regularly sweeping the battlefield of the demons, killing evil spirits, and at the same time, there is also the meaning of guarding the seal.

In the battlefield of the demons, there are still a few existences. It is the real power from the cross-border of the demon world. Although it is defeated, it cannot be killed and can only be sealed in the battlefield.

Their vitality is incomparably tenacious, and unless the stars are refining, it is impossible to kill them.

"Therefore, this battlefield, for the heavens, although it can also be called the heart disease, it is not a big disaster... After all, it has been controlled, and if it does not change in the future, it can definitely be refining, It’s no wonder that the incense is in a hurry to rescue!"

After considering the situation, Fang Yuan immediately thought of his own problems.

For him, it is undoubtedly a big treasure. Whether it is the source of the stars, or the powers of the seals, they have great value.

"It seems that I have to find an opportunity to act alone!"

Fang Yuan sank, and made up his mind.

In fact, these gods who have joined the army prefer to station in the base camp, or to act with the big forces, and they are not willing to go deep into the battlefield.

But for the other party, it is the other way around.

"You have to find a suitable excuse..."

......

Three days must pass by, Baiyu Square.

This is the core position of the Temple of Heaven. There is a list on one wall, many names of gods, and military power behind.

The first ones are naturally the six ancient gods, and the following are densely packed monarchs.

"Jun Hou Gong Xun over 10,000! The ancient gods over 100,000, you can apply for a return, and after returning, you can also turn to Tiangong, exchange treasures in the treasure house of the heavens, and even directly exchange the seals!"

In these few days, Fang Yuan was too lazy to meditate and recover, and occasionally went out to hang out, but it was clear that the news was clear.

"But this request is too high, and there are very few people who can finish it, just the carrots in front of the blind."

"You, I am waiting for the Heavenly Palace Guardian, which is divided into seven parts, and you are all belonging to my Majesty, named Haotian!"

The ancient **** of Molong wore the armor and emerged under the list. The momentum was high: "I am waiting for a newcomer, and I am not convinced. You are waiting for me to go out of the palace, go to the battlefield, and kill a lot of evil."

"promise!"

Many of the gods of the monarchs complained of bitterness, but they could only bite their faces with bitterness.

"Ok?"

Fang Yuan followed the crowd and suddenly felt that something was wrong: "This ink dragon is on God, is it killing me?"

He has trampled on the rules many times before. Anyone who sees him is not happy and has a disgusting mentality. This is normal.

But the killing is different!

Although this ink dragon is very well hidden, it still cannot hide the perception of his dreamer.

"I have no innocence with him. Before that, I asked him to wear a few shoes for me at the most, but it was a provocation to kill him directly."

Fang Yuan’s thoughts were clear and he immediately thought about everything: “I’m going out this time, and he deliberately created an opportunity? It’s really a god, I’m trying to find an excuse to go out...”

......

"go!"

Molongshan said that when he left, he left and left very simply.

As a dragon god, he still has a family. As soon as he raises his hand, a small colorful sailboat emerges. It instantly becomes bigger and looks like an empty air. It looks very chic.

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the boat and looked around at random.

‘The front line of the Tiangong has a total of seven warfare divisions. Each warfare has a command of the ancient gods. The subordinates are dozens of princes. The 昊天部 should inherit the names of those who returned to the gods...’

"This brother, please, I don't know if the title is Shanshuijun?"

At this time, a **** was squeezing over, his eyes were round, and his face was a smile: "In the sea, rich, Feng Hanshan!"

It is the norm for many gods to hold the group to warm up, like Fang Yuan is an odd number.

Of course, there are also gods who think that he is so unconventional, either with amazing skills, or with strong backing, taking the initiative to go forward.

"It turned out to be Han Shanjun!"

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and glanced at him.

"Shan Shuijun's name, I heard it a little bit, before the Lingfei Jianzong was destroyed, it really rose my sacred momentum..." Hanshan Junhaifu is not convinced, like a cowhide sugar, Dongla Xixi, finally finally said To the topic: "The scented maiden is the pedestrian master. It has always been selfless. This time, it was really rare for the brothers and the Taiwanese to retreat."

"If I have a strong backstage, how can I be assigned to this?"

Fang Yuan looked like looking through the heart of God and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh... I’m all bad luck!"

Haifu’s fat body sat down and bitterly said: “I am also miserable. I lost my instrument in the birthday of Lushan’s birthday, and I was sent here...”

“Is it lost in front of the government?”

Fang Yuan is a bit strange.

It is not that this punishment is too heavy, but it is too light.

It seems that this fat **** is still a bit of energy, otherwise the punishment will never be so simple.

"Oh... the magical battlefield is extremely dangerous, and the commanding adults will naturally not take us to the three fierce places, but the rest of the place is not good!"

Haifu began to sigh again: "On the battlefield, the magical objects are endless, almost killing. Fortunately, there are very few ancient gods, otherwise even Tiangong may not hold on..."

"Just, although there are few evils at the level of the ancient gods, the number of evils at the level of the monarch is terrible...coming!"

Han Shanjun exclaimed and looked at the front.

At this time, the colorful sailboats have entered the blue-and-white stars, and among the clouds, many dense black spots emerged, like a dark cloud, surging.

Among the dark clouds, there are a lot of monsters like bats.

"Magic?"

Obviously, for this kind of evil, Fang Yuan has been known for a long time.

Of course, at this time, these great spirits, regardless of their realm or quantity, must go beyond the big ones.

"Good guy, just a random magic army, the bottom of the small soldiers are magic handsome, the commander is all fairy, but fortunately there is no Jinxian level..."

Fang Yuan's face is slightly dignified.

The opposite of this group of devils, the number is no less than a thousand, what is the strength of this?

This hundred sinister soldiers, the number of 100,000, with the formation of the law, can be comparable to the fairy!

These thousands of devils, more than ten days of immortal join hands, although still not the ancient gods of the source of the original, but also enough to sweep the forces of the three mountains and five waters seven or eight.

At this point, these devils saw the sailboat, immediately red eyes, surrounded by the momentum.

"Good daring!"

The face of the dragon on the ink dragon is like a marble, not moving, just a little: "Shan Shui Jun, you play, destroy them!"

"Follow!"

At this time in the war, the marching law, the great justice, all the princes are blocked.

Fang Yuan also bachelor, directly promised, flying and disembarking.

'Ha ha……'

Seeing this scene, the dragon on the ink dragon could not help but sneer in the heart: ‘If you plan to be taller than the sky, master the cards, how do you have a fragrant support? In the war zone, the king wants to die, and the minister has to die! ’

In his opinion, it is easy to find an excuse to kill this landscape.

For example, at this time, the light is upright, and the gods have to rush out to fight.

‘This battlefield, can you be the same as the outside world? If one accidentally dies, it will be a heroic sacrifice. You have to be named, I have to benefit, why not? ’

On the ink dragon, God watched this scene silently, and some secret expectations.

‘In the battlefield, I’m really in trouble...’

Fang Yuan flew out and suddenly felt different.

His landscape of the mountains and rivers is the cellar. It is like a tiger with a tooth extraction. In this battlefield, even the aura is not the slightest. For these new gods who entered the battlefield, if they can't adjust, they will immediately suffer a loss.

"Sword is coming!"

Of course, for Fang Yuan, the defense of the building and even the Heavenly Palace is banned, but it is only a bondage.

At this time, Zhuo Li is in the battlefield of the demons, but it is full of comfort and has an unspeakable wonderful pleasure.

"God! Kill!"

A roar came from the opposite giant bat group, using the language of the demon.

Of course, when you come to Junhou, any language is understandable.

Hey! Hey!

Surrounded by many giant bats, fanning the wind, huge knives smashing the world, making the face of Han Shanjun change: "Hey... If you change me, I am afraid I can't live!"

Fang Yuan was not afraid, he played his nails, and a sword flew out.

Do not! I can't call it a sword, but a glimpse of it, a illusion of nothingness, just like the next moment, you have to break the sword silk!

Hey!

The sword silk enters the knives, just like the cockroach smashing the cattle, the sharp knife smashed and collapsed, and the back of the devil handsome.

Oh la la!

Dozens of devils are handsome, and their bodies are broken and the spirits are gone.

"Ok?"

On the ink dragon, the **** brows a glimpse: "Swordsmanship... Some of the spirits of the swordsmanship, the spring rain, the elephants are invisible... This **** is really good!"

In the face of outsiders, Fang Yuan is not good at showing real effort. He can only play a few swords and play it out, but he can see that the rest of the gods keep nodding: "You see... the response of your landscape is the best way." I must know that the spirit of the demon world is very strong. I can't get any supplements with my power. I need to be careful. This sword is so condensed and consumes the least, but it is just right."

"go with!"

Regardless of regardless of Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan went to the wind, killing the magic like cutting grass, and in a moment there are dozens of devils who are mourning his hands.

"Continue! Don't stop!"

At this time, the ink of the ancient **** of Molong flashed a cold light, cold voice.