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Three hundred and fiftieth eight chapters practice

"Brother Dao, if one is fulfilled, three is fulfilled, and if there are more than one, it's the same." Hongjun's ears twitched slightly, and he turned to look at the patriarch of the ancient clan with a smile. The ancient clan was immersed in sadness.

When the patriarch heard this, his whole body felt bad. What you did made me lose my emotional coherence.

Within the Three Courts, except for a few, the current Sanqing realms of the Three Courts all broke through during the battle with the Sanqing realm of the ancient tribe. These poor monks of the Sanqing realm of the ancient tribe not only cannot take advantage of their breakthrough

Sometimes he would kill the enemy, but he would have to stand by and guard the way. After the monks of the Three Courts had overcome the catastrophe of the Three Purities, they would then have a fight to help the monks of the Three Courts quickly master their own power.

"We are called the Ancient Clan, not the Tool Clan." The leader of the Ancient Clan glared at Hongjun angrily. Don't think that he doesn't know. This method was proposed by the old man Hongjun. He himself broke through to the realm of the Three Pure Ones back then.

At that time, it was a monk from the Sanqing Realm of the ancient tribe who protected the Tao. Now he has tasted the sweetness.

"How many?" Hongjun didn't say anything, but looked at the patriarch of the ancient tribe with a kind smile. The patriarch of the ancient tribe finally said angrily.

"A dozen or so." After Hongjun finished speaking, he sneered and felt a little embarrassed. The leader of the ancient tribe was immediately furious. In this case, the Sanqing monks who went to fight could not be too strong, nor could they be too strong.

It's too weak. It needs to be just right. There aren't even ten qualified Sanqing monks from the ancient tribe, and you still need a dozen.

"Not that much, let them play by themselves." The leader of the ancient tribe snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave. Then he found that he couldn't walk, and the corner of his clothes was grabbed by Hongjun. He walked again, but still couldn't walk.

Keep walking, but still can't move.

Okay, be cruel, I don’t want this dress anymore, okay. Then my arm was pulled.

Silently looking at the sky, the shirtless leader of the ancient clan really wanted to turn around and slap Hongjun to death. This was too much. How could two grown men be so indecently tugging at each other? And you are only 2 years old.

It’s just a fraction of what I have. Is it really okay to treat your seniors like this?

In the divine capital, the divine emperor looked at Feng Shi'an and said with a smile: "Go ahead, it's just a good time to practice your skills and see what magical aspects of your practice method have not yet been discovered."

Feng Shi'an chuckled, the Ancient Clan was really unlucky to have such neighbors. The key is that the Ancient Clan has been helping each other like this, and Shenting didn't seem to appreciate it. He shook his head and smiled, the Ancient Clan and Shenting were the anti-Immortal Courts.

The disputes between the various forces are so great that it is not something that a person like me, who has been in the Divine Court for less than fifty years, can figure out.

The ancient clan can be seen in the establishment of every anti-immortal force, and in the early fragile period of support, but when the fruits are ripe and harvested, the ancient clan's killers are also seen. The anti-immortal clan

The forces can understand and understand the thoughts of the ancient tribe, but they are angry that the ancient tribe is the most powerful force in the world, but they only dare to obey.

Speaking of which, they look like a pair of resentful couples.

As his eyes opened and closed, the thirty-three heavens pierced by a Taoist tree appeared behind him. Feng Shian chuckled, taking advantage of this opportunity to give this little guy a chance to train him.

Feng Yun Shang, who was giving a lecture at the Songnan Prefecture Education Department, suddenly had a huge force injected into his body out of thin air and into the Dao tree. Originally, the Dao tree had already penetrated his realm, but now with the increase of this power, it was even more

It's growing like crazy, and it can no longer be restrained by Fengyun Shang's current level.

Fengyun Shang felt that if he wanted to, he could now cross the realm of the Mysterious God and enter the realm of the Golden God. But in this case, Fengyun Shang would be the weakest monk in the Golden God realm, so he did not intend to

He stepped into the realm of the Golden God, but planned to stay in the realm of the God of Heaven.

"It's quite calm." Feng Shi'an's voice came. Fengyun Shang's Taoist trees were like leaves blowing in the wind, making bursts of "rustling" sounds, which seemed to express his intimacy with Feng Shi'an. Feng Yunshang's face was full of constipation.

Expression, this tree must have spirituality after playing with it for a long time, so why didn't it respond no matter how much he teased it? He thought he could only read the book.

"That's good, lest I knock down your realm." Feng Shian's shadow sat cross-legged on the Taoist tree and said with a smile: "Let's go, I will take you to see the most powerful power in the world.

How magnificent and majestic it is.”

Feng Yun Shang took advantage of the situation and handed over control of his body, letting Feng Shi'an lead his body towards the border. He also saw the Zixiao Divine Thunder that Hongjun used to block the border, so he asked Yang Ju to take over the Yunjuan Army.

They gathered together and were ready to cover the retreat of the people at any time, or to go to the bloody great grinding plate to fight against the ancient army.

"Yang Ju, Luo Jing, take care of your home. I'll go out for a swim." Feng Yunshang called out while he was in mid-air, and then stepped out through the blockade of Zixiao Divine Thunder. But because Feng Shi'an was separated

Because of the control, it left quite a huge pressure in place, which was far from being able to control one's own power easily.

In Songnan Prefecture, everyone looked at each other. When did the city lord become so powerful?

When they arrived on the battlefield, they flipped their hands and the Dao tree automatically shrank and was placed in Fengyun Shang's hands. With a rustling sound, a Dao fruit fell, suppressing Emperor Chaos. Emperor Chaos had been there since Taoist Yuanshi left.

, there was no opponent, holding the Chaos Sea and looking around to watch the excitement, when he saw a fruit smashing towards him, without saying a word, he raised a wave of Chaos Sea and hit the Dao Fruit.

"You're going to practice with me as soon as you come up. Why don't you go find those Sanqings?" Emperor Chaos chuckled and threw out the Chaos Sea. The Chaos Sea grew longer in the wind, isolated the sky and the sun, and covered more than three hundred miles. The influence of the Chaos Sea

Under this, it seemed that even the big sun in the sky had lost its effect, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The Dao tree was also thrown out and took root in the Sea of ​​Chaos. Although the roots were being corroded constantly, it was also tenaciously absorbing the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos. Even after gradually adapting to the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos, the roots actually

There is also a trend of expansion.

The Dao Fruit was constantly knocked away by the waves, but it stayed stubbornly on the Chaos Sea, just like the tomorrow of the Chaos Sea. No matter how rough the waves were, it could not block the brilliance of the sun.

Emperor Chaos's face became serious. This was the first time he had seen such a scene since he obtained the Sea of ​​Chaos. The Sea of ​​Chaos had even shown a tendency to escape from his control. At this time, he was no longer fighting Feng Shi'an, but that year.
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