Chapter 1295 Powers the Emperor
Fang Han arrogantly arbitrarily "the ruling hall" and directly sat on the throne of the "King of the Emperor". Such behavior, in the eyes of anyone, is a big act of rebellion, but his prestige against the barbarian has spread out, people Everyone knows the power of this disciple.
Ordinary saints dare not shoot him.
He is fierce and savvy, in front of many people, killing the "Baosheng", "Sorrowful St." and "Fantasy St." of the Five Sacred Emperors and directly refining. Where can ordinary saints dare to fight against him?
Only the Emperor of the Emperor can shoot him.
The "Bing Emperor" appeared. Naturally, this kind of behavior is not tolerated. It is directly in the palm of the hand, and it is a tactic of killing the soldiers.
"Bing Emperor, are you shooting for me? What is it?"
Fang Han faced the emperor and looked at the emperor. He looked at the space that was constantly collapsed. He had hundreds of thousands of weapons and his eyes were not blinking. On his body, he flew a huge dragon claw. When the air was taken, all the weapons They all fell into the dragon claws.
Then the dragon claws exude a sense of supreme and infinite, the ancient floods are in the palm of one hand, "Zhu Long Yin!", in the dragon, the arm of the Emperor's hand was shattered, and the body stepped back two steps.
"Damn!"
The face of the emperor changed, and when he opened his mouth, he had a huge Fangtian painting on his hand. The body jumped up, and the huge smashing tears the space, and hundreds of millions of ghosts appeared.
"Rebellious, pick me up!"
Fang Tianhuan seems to have lived in the hands of the Emperor of the Emperor. The crescent-like smashing edge flashes the cold light, cuts the arc, outlines the killing, and the **** figure, strangling against Fang Han.
"Bing Emperor, are you looking for death?"
Fang Han boomed, the tall body stood up from the throne, the big hand stretched out, the fingers flashed out of the pure golden light, and even the bullets, even hard to catch the ghosts of the soldiers, the edge of Fang Tian’s paintings The cut does not enter his palm.
"Capricorn is infinite!"
After receiving thousands of kills in a row, Fang Han’s eyes flashed, and the huge palms turned into the hands of the floating squad. When the sky was shaken, the square paintings were broken, and the whole soldier flew out and fell. Outside the hall, a stream of blood was sprayed out.
"What? The Emperor is directly defeated?" All the saints, disciples, and Yuan Xian were almost scared to death.
"This is the wind? How did he become so powerful? Is this still human? What is he?"
At this moment, among the core disciples of some Jinxian, Jin Xian, a white dress in a month, opened his mouth and completely lost confidence. It was the dust of the former and the cold.
Learned the dust of "The sword of Alaya." Originally, he pursued Fang Han with one heart and one mind, but now, at this moment, the confidence has completely collapsed.
He is still a little golden fairy until now, and Fang Han has been sitting in the big position of the supreme teaching, and defeated the emperor in one palm.
In comparison, he is simply an ant, and Fang Han can turn him into ashes.
"Bing Emperor! You have nothing!"
In the sky, a bright moon appeared, landed down, and landed in the moon, is a royal. The moon shadow landed and turned into a noble woman, and it was also the emperor of the feather gate.
"Moon Emperor" landed down, grabbed the arm of the Emperor's shoulder and entered a mana. Immediately, the soldier's wounds recovered and the killing was strong.
"The moon is coming!"
"Look, Mei Huang has come down!"
Hey! An aroma fell in front of the main hall, also a woman, an embroidered silk gauze. It is also a royal man of the feather gate, to the immortal.
"Bing Emperor" "Moon Emperor" "Mei Huang", the three emperors, appeared, standing side by side. This is the real emperor to the immortal, not the reincarnation of the emperor.
At the peak of the immortal, "to the immortal."
To the high fairy.
Two women and one man. They are all old antiques that have been submerged in the feather gate.
"The obstacles, give me down!" Yuehuang, Meihuang eyes cold, looking at the square cold standing on the throne, the voice is very cold, the two suddenly a palm, played a million sages, the flood of billions of great sages, right Fang Han shocked the past.
"Hey!" The party snorted and stunned. There was a pagoda on the top of the head. It was the Eight-story Buddhism, Wang Pinxian, just like the ancient **** mountain, accepting the heavens and the earth, the flood of the billions of great sects was washed away in eight Above the floating tower, it was impossible to go deep and was sucked in by the float.
At this moment, the Eight Buddhism is like a sea, abyss that will never be filled.
"Eight Buddhism, Wang Pinxian! You actually made the eight floats into a kingpiece!" Seeing the pagoda appearing on the top of Fang Hantou, the three emperors of the Emperor, the Emperor, and the Emperor were shocked.
"Eight Buddhism in the heavens no one can refine it into a kingpiece. The top ten emperors used to cast artifacts, but the buoys exploded, and the emperor was seriously wounded and no one tried. He was able to succeed."
"Eight Buddhism forging to create Wang Pin, you can kill the emperor, this is his power, want to sit on the palm of the big position!"
"But why is he so arrogant?
All the people have retreated.
唰唰唰.......... The sky once again conveyed the violent mana fluctuations, and it was the appearance of a sacred king of the feathers. A glaciers landed, and the cold air condensed into a long hair with long hair, cold and snowy. The man is the "Ice King".
Bang!
A vermilion Changhong also landed on the ground, and the man with bright red clothes with cinnabar as blood was the "Zhu Emperor."
when!
The bells were melodious, and a big bell landed in the air, showing a man who had a world-class attitude and was "Zhonghuang".
Nothing broke, a tall form also came out, silently came to the temple, looking at Fang Han with his eyes, this is "the emperor."
The seven great emperors appeared in front of the ruling hall and stood side by side. This is a powerful emperor in addition to the Chinese family.
Yuhuamen has experienced hundreds of millions of years since it was opened. It does not know how many emperors were born, and even there are no enemies in the world. However, in the long river of history, some emperors died and the emperor disappeared. Some of the emperors have disappeared, and now the seven emperors are one of the highest in the Yuhuamen.
Bing, moon, plum, ice, Zhu, Zhong, silent.
The seven emperors are in the world, and the powerful mana fluctuations are overwhelming.
Many saints have also gathered together and stood on the square, especially the saints of the Chinese family. They are filled with indignation, and some even call for the five old men.
However, the Chinese five will naturally not respond to them.
"All the emperors have come, very good, very good!" Fang Han stood, as if walking in the world of the heavenly king, the eight floating bubbling slowly into the body, a big hand wave, "You, sit!" I came in on the throne, instead of meeting the Emperor, holding a meeting and announcing the big event."
"Hey! What are you, dare to be so big?" Suddenly, a Chinese saint shouted: "You are rebellious, all people take shots together and kill rebellious!"
Suddenly, the voice of the sage of this Chinese family came to an abrupt end, because he saw a token in Fang Han’s hand.
This token is a heavy snowfall in the sky, a crane flying into the sky, free and easy, and the crane is nine days.
“No feathering!”
The seven great emperors trembled.
"Yes, it is the supreme feathering!" Fang Han sat on the white feather throne again, with a heroic attitude and the majesty of the peerless master.
Since the cultivation of the saints, the condensing of the eight floating sects, the slaughter of the ten great emperors, his quintessence of the lord has been cultivated. Only today’s move.
The seven emperors did not move, listening to the explanation below Fang Han.
"The feathers go to practice and there is no magical power, holding my totem can, killing the barbarian, enlightening the mysterious, and hitting the heavenly king. But now that the situation is turbulent, he will pass the supreme feathering to me, let I am temporarily replacing the position of the Feudal Gate. Why, are you not convinced?"
The word of Fang Han is clear, echoing in the ruling hall, facing many emperors, many saints, many Yuanxian elders, ancestral sons, and Jinxian core disciples.
Everyone clearly heard his words. In the midst of everyone’s heart, there is a ripple in the sky.
"Is this true? According to the truth, such a major event must teach the Emperor that the Emperor must convene everyone, and announce that it is possible to pass the supreme feathering order to you in such a silent way?"
The emperor shouted.
"Yes, this is not reasonable." Yuehuang interface.
"Destroyed him!" The saint of the Chinese family gave a hysterical roar. "He must have a conspiracy, and the supreme feathering order is also false."
"This is not a feathering order is true, there is the atmosphere of the feather emperor." Silent silent "Muhuang" opened. He has always been silent, but he has to speak out when he encounters such a big event.
"Say! Windy, what is it in the end, the supreme feathering is really taught to you by the Emperor?" The seven emperors also said: "This matter must be proved by the Emperor."
"Even if the Emperor Huang personally handed it to him, it is not in accordance with the rules, we must have the consent of our Chinese family." The saint of the Chinese family once again roared: "The five great emperors of our family are coming, and then you will die." The place where I was buried. With such a big thing, Yu Huang is also blamed."
"Is it? I am afraid that the five old antiques of Huajia can't come." Fang Han didn't have a big voice, but it covered the audience.
"Wind, what the **** is going on." The seven great emperors felt a hint of bad atmosphere.
"Yuhuang brothers because of a painful thing, so it is not convenient to come forward, so let me temporarily take charge of the great teaching." Fang Han slowly and rationally said.
"What? What do you say? Yuhuang brother? Why are you shouting to teach the Supreme Brother?" Mei Huang heard the loopholes in the words.
Suddenly, everyone feels ridiculous.
"There is nothing. The Emperor Yuhuang did not accept me as a disciple, but recognized me as a younger brother." Fang Han waved his hand. "However, this matter, when Yu Yu’s brothers come back, will naturally explain to you. Today In addition to some of the emperors who have long since disappeared, I have come to the ruling hall. I have announced an earth-shattering event, and you have listened."
In the entire ruling hall, suddenly there was silence, and everyone looked at Fang Han.
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