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The impact of Hua Tiandu was swept by this wave, and it stopped immediately and couldn't make any progress.

"How is it possible, how can you also master the Great Origin Technique?" Hua Tian looked at Fang Han in disbelief, suddenly at a loss.

Fang Leng coldly smiled and did not answer. He has only one idea now, which is to kill Hua Tian. It may be affected by Chen Beixuan. He increasingly feels that talking with a dead person is very meaningless. thing.

The Twelve Hate Heaven and Earth suit shot out, bright rays of light surrounded Fang Han's body, endless spiritual power rippling away, stunned the crazy fluctuations in the space energy of the Tianwu Library.

"Cut!" Fang Han roared, and a cyan sword aura pierced out, actually piercing the sky.

In his current realm, he can completely slash the world with the sharpness of the grass-word swordsmanship!

Hua Tian showed a look of horror. Obviously, he didn't expect that Fang Han, who seemed ordinary, would have such a terrifying side. He thought that Chen Beixuan was mysterious and scary enough.

Without the slightest emotion, Fang Han completely gave birth to the power of the grass-word swordsmanship, and did not give Hua Tiandu more opportunities to think and resist!

"Wow!"

A strong force rippled from the Treasury of Heavenly Martial Arts, and instantly swept across the entire space. The turbulent power of the void roared like a beast, violently rushing out of the void.

The place where Huatiandu was fighting and standing has been turned into a void, without the slightest fluctuation of spatial energy, and the circulation of heaven and earth spiritual power, only the dead silence of nothing!

Hua Tian was killed by Fang Han with a single sword. This thrilling scene also greatly increased Fang Han's confidence.

The leaps and bounds of the strength have always made him feel like a dream, so the mentality in each battle still retains the way of fighting in the past when he was weak.

But this battle let him thoroughly understand what kind of posture the strong should fight.

"Very good." Chen Beixuan said lightly, taking out the Key of the Desolate God, and a strong emerald light appeared in the palm of his hand.

Since Hua Tian had been beheaded, and the key of the wild **** was in his own hands, Chen Beixuan was of course to refine it into a part of his own power. This was his ultimate goal in bringing Fang Han to Panwu Immortal Venerable Ruins.

As the ultimate Taoist tool, the horrific power of the Desolate God's Key is self-evident, because its function is against the sky, and the good fortune reaches the sky. It takes a lot of effort for ordinary people to refine the Desolate God's Key.

For example, Hua Tiandu spent a lot of time instilling all the original power of his body in order to refine the key of the wild god.

But Chen Beixuan doesn't need it. His grasp of power has reached the extreme of the heavens and the worlds. The Desolate God's Key is at best no more than the best Taoist artifacts of the Immortal Continent, and it is quite ordinary in the heavens and the worlds.

When Chen Beixuan instilled a trace of black and yellow gas into the key of the wild god, the key suddenly reacted violently, producing obvious energy resonance.

After three breaths, Chen Beixuan let out a sigh, the key of the wild **** had disappeared from the palm of his hand, turned into a green light, and entered his body.

"Boom!" The Treasury of Tianwu roared, but this roar was not caused by danger, but was similar to a kind of emotional upheaval.

Fang Han's eyes widened, and he always felt that the Treasury of Heavenly Martial Arts itself seemed to possess power. The roar at this moment was obviously a kind of excitement.

The reason why this barren god's key is called a key is because it is also a medium for opening certain spaces.

Chen Beixuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, deepened his divine mind into the key of the wild god, and saw a lot of spaces. These spaces stored a large amount of pure sun spar mountains, tumbling with a steady stream of pure sun heavy water.

The heavy water of pure sun rolled, gathered together, compressed in a large amount, and finally turned into spar, forming countless spar mountains.

Chen Beixuan continued to let his divine spirit explore the sky, and he could clearly feel that the key of the wild **** was communicating with the immortal world, and even quietly plundering the immortal world.

At every moment, the liquid earth celestial air disperses as a thick mist, gushes out and fills the space, then liquefies to form a trickle, and finally converges into the ocean. Below the ocean, there is a huge formation, after extraction, only pure Yang vitality is left.

"It's spectacular." Even Chen Beixuan, who is well-informed, rarely makes such a comment.

Standing on the first floor of the Desolate God’s Key, he could see three thousand rivers of pure sun billowing, and at the end of the river, there are towering mountains of pure sun!

If an outsider sees such a scene, I am afraid that he will have been shocked.

Because if each crystal mountain is converted according to the unit of pill, it is not enough to calculate with tens of trillions!

"A pure sun crystal mountain, replaced by a pure sun pill, maybe there are dozens of trillions or hundreds of trillions! Three thousand mountains and three thousand rivers..." The corner of Chen Beixuan's mouth raised slightly, "The deity has this endless supply of pill , And how many horrifying powerhouses that dominate the world can be added to the Explosive Sky Gang!

"With so many pills, it's better to cultivate Fang Han first." Chen Beixuan thought for a while, then added lightly.

His divine consciousness quickly left the key of the wild god, but at this moment, a more terrifying aura followed one after another.

This terrifying power was unprecedented for Fang Han, so much so that he didn't even have the ability to open his eyes.

Chen Beixuan raised his eyebrows and saw that it turned out to be the emperor.

Good guy, if I remember correctly, the emperor has got a piece of a fortune artifact in the Panwu Immortal Venerable Ruins.

If the fragments of the artifacts of good fortune can be obtained, this trip to the ruins is simply too complete, Chen Beixuan thought to himself.

He stood quietly on the spot, without any movement, just opened up a space with his divine mind, so that Fang Han could live better under the imposing pressure of the emperor.

Fang Han opened his eyes and saw who was coming.

This is a man with a full body of gold armor and yellow suit. In addition to his horrible aura, but looking at his majestic appearance, he has the honor of an emperor.

"Leave the key of the desolate god!" the emperor said, his back flickered, as if there was a phantom of Nine Dragons rolling.

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