Wanderer of Myriad Worlds

Just when everyone seemed to have lost hope and was bright, only Fang Qingshan was calm and composed.

This is not an imposing pretense, but because he, as the master of Lingxiao Town, has an inseparable connection with the spirit of fate and the heaven of fate.

Although judging from the current situation, it seems that the spirit of fate has been destroyed.

If this happens, he who is the master of fates will be backlashed first, and then the fate gathered will begin to dissipate, and the fat heaven will collapse.

But none of these things happened.

And as long as fate does not die, the spirit of fate will not die.

Even if the spirit of fate is blown to ashes in an instant, it can be Rebirth from a drop of Blood, even if it is left, it can recover in an instant with sufficient fate.

Of course, there is no shortage of smart people in Lingxiao Town. Similar to Fang Xuanling and the others, it was only a momentary difficulty to accept this fact at the beginning. He came back to his senses, and immediately discovered that something was wrong and saw Fang Qingshan still looked as stable as Mount Tai, and he couldn’t help but a wave of hope suddenly rose in his heart, his eyes pierced into the void.

Sure enough, everyone did not disappoint.

Not long ago, mutation happened suddenly.

Yin!

A dragon roar suddenly sounded.

In the beginning, the sound was like a mosquito, gradually, the voice was raised, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, after a while, the dragon roar Great Lake resounded through the sky.

After that, everyone felt that golden light flashed suddenly in front of them, and then they saw a drop of golden-bright and dazzling blood shining in the dark clouds, exuding scorching eyes, magnificent, majestic and majestic breath.

Er, in the dark, a ray of milky white mysterious power dropping from the sky, connecting to heaven penetrating the earth, enveloped that drop of blood. one after another mysterious force a steady flow into it.

This power is the power of fate in Lingxiao Town.

Of course, not only the power of fate, but also the Power of Fortune awarded by Heavenly Way after Thunder Tribulation.

With the infusion of these two forces, here is the moment to witness the miracle.

Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes!

This drop of dragon’s blood is like a seed, bred again under the power of fate and Heavenly Way.

Transformed into Golden Carp, transformed into ichthyosaur. It’s as if he’s gone again in life.

Finally, the ichthyosaur transformed again and transformed into a golden-yellow python, with golden scales emitting bursts of light. Especially a small golden horn on the forehead, it adds three-point majesty and three-point power.

Golden Dragon snake!

Although it is still a snake, it already looks like a Jiao.

Wow!

Seeing this scene, hearing wyvern in the sky, dragon roar in the sky, Lingxiao Town was silent at first, and then, a burst of cheers resounded across the sky.

Everyone cried with joy, singing and dancing.

The promotion of the spirit of fate means that Lingxiao Town has taken another step forward, and they will get better and better.

Dragons rise all over the world, the body grows stronger, the Tianchi has widened, reaching 81 feet, and the milk-white fate has started to become red a little bit.

Everything is starting to develop for the better.

As everyone cheered, Fang Qingshan’s expression became a little serious.

Because he knows that Lingxiao Town is promoted to Soaring Firmament City, it is only one aspect that the spirit of fate survives Thunder Tribulation, and the next greater test is coming.

“Lord, what’s the matter?”

Zhang Ren and the others standing beside Fang Qingshan clearly felt the solemn aura exuding from Fang Qingshan’s body, and everyone could not help but looked at. each other in blank dismay.

Fang Qingshan did not speak, but pointed to the top of his head.

But the cloud of robbery can be seen to dissipate, but the black energy of robbery that is invisible one after another naked eye still emerges, and it accumulates thicker. It reveals a sense of ominousness and depression.

“What’s going on?”

After feeling this scene, everyone’s hearts couldn’t help but mention it again.

“Is it the same as last time, the fate of the spirit of fate is only a part, and there is a greater danger next?”

Fang Xuanling face changed.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone seemed to feel that a strong crisis was coming. Could not help but feel restless and restless.

“don’t be impatient, confront soldiers with generals and stem water with earth, there is nothing to worry about.”

Fang Qingshan is peaceful and comfortable.

Fang Xuanling and the others settled down a bit after hearing Fang Qingshan’s words.

At the same time, there was a moment of shame. Every major event is calm, the thunderbolt rises to the side without being surprised, Mount Tai collapses in the front and does not move, they are still not doing enough to cultivate their morale!

The cheering people seemed to feel the dignity of several leaders. For a while, their voices gradually weakened, and a burst of invisible solemn killing aura spread.

Lingxiao Town, in the sky.

The wisps of black air cannot be seen converging, and suddenly it turns into a large and nine small groups, a total of ten light groups, among which nine small groups shoot out, transform into nine dark gates, together with Mingming Among them, the unknown and unfathomable void.

As for the biggest black gas, it turned into a pitch-black vortex, like a black hole, like a ruins, it seems to be connected to the darkest side of heaven and earth, where the light does not exist, and the night It is normal, and dark is the main color.

hong long long! !

First, the nine portals similar to the gates of gods and demons suddenly rioted.

There was a sound of killing, horn, golden drum, battle flag, iron hoof.

There was also a shout, a roar.

Following, I saw countless skeletons, undead walking out of the portal in groups, and then the tide swept toward Lingxiao Town, densely packed, hiding the sky and covering the earth.

“Archer, the bed crossbow, shoot me! The evening drum and the morning bell, ring me!”

With the experience of the last time the village was promoted to the town, everyone in Lingxiao Town did not panic .

The order is forbidden, and the fiercest counterattack is directly given under the order of Zhang Ren.

dang dang dang! ! !

dong dong dong!! !

whiz whiz whiz! ! !

At dusk, the bell rang, Archer, the crossbow, thunderbolt.

peng peng peng!!

For a time, these monsters that just emerged could not help but received a devastating blow.

Under the attack of the twilight bell, the bow and arrow, and the crossbow, it exploded directly and exploded into blood mist.

The intensive rain of arrows, like harvesting straw, completely shot countless enemy troops and nailed them to the ground, blood dyed to the ground.

Although these undead, skeletons, and puppets still went forward without fear, they were still restrained by the attacks of Lingxiao Town’s army.

However, for all this, neither Fang Qingshan nor Fang Xuanling and the others care too much.

Everyone put their eyes on the vortex that is bigger than the portal.

From there, they felt a great horror, and a strong sense of death emerged in their hearts for no reason.

They didn’t let them wait for long. There was a cold voice in the vortex.

“The eternal race, as a native, tried to stand up against the sky. Sin is not to be blamed. Today, I condemn you for destruction!”

As soon as the voice fell, a fishhook came out of the vortex without warning. This fishhook looked dainty and delicate, and the hook was attached to it. A transparent fishing line.