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"The person who wants to be the blood of the ancestors in that day should be the Dragon Saint of the West Sea?"Fang Yun remembered the man who was facing him at the door that day, remembering the dragon-shaped shadow after the man left.
"Besides, he can have any Dragon Saints who don't want to ask for something from a Palace Graduate. By the way, did he not bother you that day? ”Ao Huang.
"Almost let me smash the palace."Fang Yun's tone is getting colder.
"You can rest assured that when I am stronger than him, I will go to his Dragon Palace in the West Sea and have a fight, revenge!"Ao Huang is very derogatory.
"Thank you for these days!"Fang Yun said.
"Nothing, you helped me so much, these little things are nothing."Ao Huang smiled and said that the faucet was still on the shoulder of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun turned his head and glanced at his bedroom, with Yang Yuhuan's busy figure on the window.
"I will go to school first and prepare for tomorrow. You will have a rest soon."
"I am not tired, but I am busy today, and I am going to practice."Ao Huang slammed into the room.
Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan again and turned back to the study. On the road, he picked up the turtle that crawled slowly.
There were still half of the arguments that were not finished. Fang Yun continued to write. At the end of the writing, Yang Yuhuan walked in with a bowl of dumplings.
"Small luck, eat some night snacks."Yang Yuhuan carefully handed the bowl and the spoon.
Fang Yun got up and smiled and said, "Thank you, Yuhuan."
Yang Yuhuan had a shyness on his face, turned and left, and went to the door and suddenly stopped. He turned his back to Fang Yun and asked, "Small luck, how long will you rest tonight?"
Fang Yun thought about it. I usually have a rest at 4 o'clock in the morning on weekdays. I will take part in the test tomorrow. I should go to bed early and sleep at one o'clock in the morning. So I said, "I will sleep when I pass."
"Well, then you should study hard."Yang Yuhuan's breathing became so fast that he closed the door and left.
Fang Yun finished the dumplings, put the bowl on one side, and thought while resting.
"I have been qualified to enter the second floor of the tree, and I am entering tonight. The first floor is very special. I don't know what the Galaxy is. I haven't mentioned it in Human Race's books. However, the second layer is different, there is a pure world of killing. Since I am going to be punished by the moon tree, it is better to kill a good one! ”
Fang Yun made a decision in his heart.
Entering the first layer of the tree is the body entering, but afterwards it is different. It can only enter with the mind, like a god into the palace. After entering, the tree will reshape the body. Once it is killed in the tree, it will not really die, but the gods are damaged. If the body of the tree collapses, two new leaves are needed to enter.
"Tianshu is the formation of the ancient treasures. The top of the legend has an incredible power. It is the land of the saints. If you can get there before the seal, you will get great benefits." It is said that no one in Human Race has ever arrived there before the sacred sacred. There is a demon, but the last one is a tiger demon tens of thousands of years ago, and it is said to be Ancestral Emperor. ”
Fang Yun can't help sighing, thanks to monster Race ancestral Emperor and great Saint mostly leave demon world, otherwise human Race may be genocide, when only Cont-Saint shot when forced a few great Saint Returns, if not monster Saint found Cont-Saint injury too heavy to cure, will inevitably recall more great Saint or even ancestral emperor to destroy human Race, rather than signing the Millennium War Treaty.
"I am going to the second floor to kill a happy!"Fang Yun thought, sitting on the chair, closing his eyes, and entering the palace, before the tree seedlings.
The celestial seedlings seem to know the meaning of Fang Yun, and they have uttered countless white filaments, which instantly wrap the mind of Fang Yun and then slammed it between the three leaves.
"what……"Fang Yun only felt that the body was torn into pieces by the great force, and the screams disappeared into the seedlings of the tree.
The faint light of the Tianshu seedlings maintains the vitality of Fang Yun.
The tortoise immediately poked his head out and looked at Fang Yun's body for a moment, revealing a smirk, and fled with a short leg.
After a lot of hardships, the tortoise finally ran to the door, and the Nunu gods descended and repatriated.
"hiss……"
Fang Yun endured the pain and slowly opened his eyes, his face changed dramatically, and he almost fell into the sky.
It is neither land nor water, but a leaf, but this leaf is at least ten miles long.
This kind of great leaves are everywhere in front of us. Some are yellow and green, some are four or five long, and the other is twenty or thirty long. These leaves grow on thick branches. There is no sky or land here, and the whole world is like a big tree.
This environment is not the reason for Fang Yun's face change, because there are hundreds of Monster Marshal standing in front!
There are dozens of races, such as the tiger, the lion, the wolf, the elephant, the rat, the savage, the lizard, the savage, and so on. These Monster Marshal are all powerful, all of them are saints.
Each is a descendant of a demon Barbarian Saint!
In this place, the breath of the blood of the saints on these demon bodies is exceptionally clear.
There is even a son like Monster Marshal, whose blood is burning like a flame, and only a little bit can be suffocated, gaining the power of some Monster Marquis.
Fang Yun has a glimpse of his heart, quickly and carefully observe each demon, not to mention the Son of the Devil, even if he is not afraid of the Son of Great Saint, but if he encounters the "Child of the Tree" of the demon, he can't run. Only one battle can be killed, and even the first time to launch a bloody heart. .
If the poetry of Human Race represents the peak power of Culture Position, the son of the tree is beyond the existence of poetry, and can not be measured by the same Position.
The so-called son of the tree is the demon or Human Race that has been left in the sky tree. Even if it is dead, it will return to the tree at the first time.
The sons of these trees are in the sky and trees day and night, not only often killing the battle, but also more and more compatible with the power of the tree, and gain the power given by the tree. This kind of power will weaken a lot from the tree, but as long as it is within the tree, it will be terrible.
Fang Yun knows that the Aristocratic Family has a son of the tree. In general, those sons of the tree will leave the tree after becoming a Great Scholar or Great Confucian. After returning to the Primordial Sage Continent, they are all famous. The big man on one side.
The possibility of these sons of the tree is very small, but the style is strong, the war is unparalleled, and among the top 30 Great Confucians on the Great Confucian hunter list, ten are the sons of the tree.
In the case of Confucius, there are currently four children of the Great Confucian Tianshu. Once the ten cold ancient land, the two mountains or the town of the prison are in a hurry, the four sons of the Confucius Tianshu will inevitably come together.
The four sons of the Tianshu became famous in the ten cold ancient land, with the help of Kong Family Half Sage Wenbao, repelled a Monster Race Half Sage, famous in the world.
Because of the absorption of too much Tianshu power, the son of the tree of heaven will have a light green glow in his eyes, and his breath will be extraordinary. There is no such person in these demon, and Fang Yun is relieved.
"Hahaha…This unfortunate Human Race, watching him like this should be the first time to go to the tree, scared to forget even running! ”
"Long time I haven't encountered such a foolish human race."
"Don't kill him, think of ways to imprison, and finally humiliate enough to kill again!"
"This Human Race should be a bit of a head. You see that he is blocking the words, not the ordinary leaves, but a kind of jade, the style is unprecedented, there is an ancient style."
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