The alien devil is in the city

Although Wu Qinghai was still very worried, there was no better way at this time. He said helplessly.

"Okay, thank you, Supreme Elder."

"Go back and train Wuyang well."

"yes."

...

Fang Fan flew for a long time before stopping, and then found a hidden cave.

Then he quickly drilled into the ground.

Then he entered the Shura Bead.

Fang Fan's embarrassing look almost scared Emperor Yunxiao.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I've suffered a little injury." Fang Fan finished speaking and went to clean up the injuries on his body and changed into clothes.

At this moment, he wanted to curse.

I felt that the person who must be killed was not dead, and my luck was so good.

If he doesn't die this time, he will inevitably have big trouble in the future. Now he can only speed up his pace, otherwise he will be the only one who dies.

And only time can be used to speed up the pace to polish yourself to the extreme of a saint.

Now the best place to use time is Shura Pearl.

There is a place to accelerate time for the Shura Bead, but the energy consumed by the Shura Bead was quite large, and I was a little worried before.

But last time the Shura Pearl absorbed enough energy, he was not worried at all.

"How is Xiaoqing?"

"It should be about to wake up."

"I'm awake, please teach him."

“Yes, master.”

"Poplaris is still evolving? Then thank you for your hard work here."

"Master, it's not hard, it's not hard at all. Populus may take a long time."

"Well, I understand, Yunxiao practices well."

"yes."

As soon as Fang Fan entered the Shura Bead, he activated the maximum acceleration.

Staying in it for a day is equivalent to a hundred years.

However, this maximum acceleration can only accelerate for three days.

Three days, three hundred years are enough to polish the half-step saint to the peak.

Fang Fan began to act when he thought of this.

He took out all the resources and stuffed them into himself. For the melting pot of Chaos Art, he really came to refine whatever he wanted.

Gradually, two days passed, Fang Fan used up all the resources in his body, including the Shura space, and his realm reached the extreme of a half-step saint.

It's only one opportunity to reach the saint.

On the third day, he contacted him so much martial arts and kept striving for excellence.

But what he didn't expect was that his body had been trained to the realm of a saint by him.

The physical body of the saint realm is terrifying to think about. If it was the physical body of the saint realm before, then he would not be afraid of that terrifying aura at all.

Even if you can't beat it, you can calmly

get away.

The sword intent has reached the perfection of the virtual realm.

Although the golden body has not been strengthened, Fang Fan has also trained him to the extreme.

The fighting spirit has been strengthened a lot, but there is no substantial improvement. He feels that the fighting spirit can only increase rapidly in battle.

The last time he fought with Wu Yang, his fighting spirit increased a lot.

Other martial arts have also improved a lot.

The sword drawing technique was finally stable at 600 slashes.

By the time he came out, Fang Fan had been inside for three hundred years, and was outside for only one day.

After the closing time accelerated, Fang Fan obviously felt that the Shura Pearl was much weaker.

This made him feel a little sad.

Then he did not stay in Shura space but came out.

After he came out, he found that there was no one around and rushed towards Xianling Valley. He hadn't been back for so many days, for fear that something would happen to the fat man and the others.

He stopped halfway through the flight.

"Come out, don't sneak up on me if you're a man."

"The trialist is good, and he can actually find me. No wonder you can easily injure Wu Yang. As expected, you can't underestimate you."

Then Fang Fan saw a vulgar old man. The old man was short and his facial features were a little distorted, very ugly, but he claimed to be elegant.

He put a white robe on his body, and a folding fan was waving in his hand.

What surprised Fang Fan was the old man's realm.

"Saint realm?"

"Little friend's eyesight."

"How come this guy has become a friend? I praise you as a handsome guy, so what have I become?"

"My friend is so humorous."

"What's your name? I won't kill the nameless."

"My name is Xiaosan, and I am known as Sanye. You are very confident."

"It's better to call you mistress, mistress sounds nice."

"This little friend is really in my liking, and I like others to call me a mistress."

"Haha, mistress, you're very sinister."

"Haha, my other nickname is Insidious Saburo."

"Seduce me to speak, and then set up barriers around me. It's indeed a sinister Saburo."

"Excessive award, ex-price."

"Are you sure you kill me?"

"Don't you know just by trying it?"

After the mistress said that, she waved the fan and flew out immediately and flew towards Fang Fan quickly.

During the flight, countless wind attributes form a hurricane.

At this time, the saints can already perfectly control these attributes.

The hurricane has completely locked the space here.

Under double insurance, it is impossible for Fang Fan to escape.

The horror of the hurricane has left this space without any intact.

If the earth is now under this hurricane, it will be instantly rolled into powder.

The hurricane is very fast.

Fang Fan's speed was faster, and he could use the 600-slash sword-drawing technique to speak, without any pause.

The sword light flashed and the hurricane cracked, which made the little three's pupils shrink.

At the same time, my eyes narrowed.

He said coldly: "So you are a saint. No wonder Wu Yang is not your opponent. Humph, bullying the big with the small is really not a human being."

When the sword light arrived, the figure disappeared strangely.

When it appears again, a larger hurricane flew towards Fang Fan.

The battle between the saints happened in an instant without any hesitation.

Hesitate for a moment and you will die.

Fang Fan did not hesitate at all, and his fingers had already been swung out.

With one finger, the hurricane burst and then dissipated.

At the same time, this finger disappeared.

"It seems that our hunting clan has made all the wrong investigations on you. You are a saint, and you are not an ordinary saint.

That dog-dance investigation, I'm going to peel him off when I go back."

Seeing that his two moves were not solved, Fang Fan finally roared.

"A fan of life and death." After the roar, the mistress roared angrily, and the fan flew out at extremely fast speed, and then rushed towards Fang Fan.

This time there was nothing in the fan, and just an ordinary fan flew towards Fang Fan.

Fang Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and then the demonic energy in his body spread out wildly.

The demonization is completed instantly.

Once the demonization was completed, the breath of death that enveloped his head disappeared.

At the same time, the sword drawing technique is used.

The black sword light flashed by.

Then the fan actually split into two halves, and the sword light disappeared.

"Impossible, how is it possible? How can your sword be so strong? Do you know? This is an acquired spiritual weapon, how can it be cut in half by your sword?"

“Nothing is impossible.”

"Dare to destroy my fan, I want you to die."

After the mistress said that, her whole person was distorted, his face became even more ferocious, and his body began to thrust and his hair grew out quickly.

The nails in the hand become sharp quickly.

The fangs in the mouth are even more terrifying.

"When will the hunting clan have monsters?" Fang Fan was surprised when he saw it.

"Monster, your sister, your whole family is a monster. This is a special skill of my hunting clan, beastization."

"Then why is Wuyang useless?"

"That kid doesn't need to maintain a handsome appearance.

But I think beastly is more handsome.”

"There is also such a saying, but you are indeed much more handsome than before."

"Thank you for your praise, I will keep your entire body in a while."