Rebirth – City Cultivation(Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator) - v2 Chapter 1187

Flying a sword.

Thunder Prison Knife.

Six holy seals.

Five-pole reincarnation!

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A powerful supernatural power of a door, swayed from the hands of Chen Fan, many magical powers have helped Chen Fan to defeat the enemy, defeated the opponent, no matter what kind of strong, facing Chen Fan, these are the most powerful from the top of the Xinghai deep fairy sacred place The magical powers also have to give up three points. Even if it is a more difficult challenge, Chen Fan is never afraid. Anyone in this field, even one or two levels higher than Chen Fan, is not his opponent.

This is the confidence of Xianzun’s reincarnation.

Just like a big scientist, even if it is limited to elementary school, it can easily use the knowledge of primary school to defeat the best students.

But at the moment.

Chen Fan seems to be really exhausted.

He once again drove the incomparably powerful supernatural powers, wielding a broken blade of celestial soldiers to kill the gods. But the Heavenly King is just looking at him indifferently. When he raises his hand, he waves his hand and a mana, he easily crushes Chen Fan. From beginning to end, he didn’t even use spell power. Chen Fan never broke through his Baizhang Divine and Jiu Dao Huang Quan River.

“Useless, Chen Beixuan. Huashen and Yuan Ying are the difference between God and man. The scope of this **** is 100 centimeters. It is the gods of the gods. It does not have the power to transform the gods. Ordinary magical powers, even the rules, once installed, immediately It will dissipate. Only the top magical and magical treasures can hurt me, but your strength is too small.” Step by Heaven, the cold eyes looked at Chen Fan, smiled lightly.

So far, Chen Fan has been smashed in succession. But it also left a scar on the body of the god. Those scars are mainly left by the broken blade Xianbing and several great supernatural powers.

Although the **** of the heavens said that it does not matter, but the broken blade of Chen Fan’s hand is still taboo.

After all, although it is only a piece of the cutting-edge blade of the system, it is the fairy of the immortal world. It can also cause damage to the body of the god, and may even kill.

but.

The law of stepping on the gods is too big. He is tall and tens of thousands of feet, and is flush with the moon next to him. Chen Fan’s broken blade is only a long-lasting squad, and it’s estimated that it’s not too short.

“Away from the fire!”

Chen Fan even displayed the fire smashing at the bottom of the pressure box. The horrible nine-color flames entwined each other and turned into a nine-color fire dragon to burn the gods.

But the black robe youth is just opening a breath.

“Cry.”

The void in the sky seems to rise from the mighty, long winds of tens of thousands of miles, the surface of the earth that blows, the clouds are broken, pulling out a long trace, as if the sky was suddenly opened. The storm looked ordinary, but many of the Jin Dan Yuan Ying monks who watched the battle were accidentally involved. Jin Dan turned into a bone on the spot, and the **** was destroyed. Even those Yuan Ying, who also sacrificed magic weapons, barely broke free from the storm. And the nine-color fire dragon, in the face of this mighty long wind, naturally quickly dissipated.

“Too horror, is this the power of power?”

Countless people are screaming.

“The legendary **** of a drop of blood can be worthy of a Yuanying monk. I didn’t believe it before. Now I really believe it.” Many Yuan Ying, who escaped, have a lingering fear.

Before they did not face the enemy and stepped on the gods, the battle was still pampered by Chen Fan, thinking how he could be defeated so easily. But now witnessing the sigh of the gods, you can kill a group of Yuan Ying and really understand what it means to be a god.

“It is no wonder that many elders of the immortal gods would rather give up the power of endless power, but also retreat and practise, and pursue the realm of the god. This is a realm, one is a religion, that is, one is a star field. What is needed? Zongmen, the family came to help.” Some people lamented.

The cultivator of the immortal is attributed to himself, and the strong is the only one.

Many people still don’t quite understand it. They think that relying on the people’s Haizongmen organization is still very strong, and they don’t need to fear anything. But today, when they see the performance of the gods, they are all chilling.

Stepping on the gods is just a false god, there is such a powerful and powerful force. What about the real god? Known as the most powerful Jinwu Emperor in Shenjun? How scary is it?

“Master…”

A Xiu, Lu Yanxue and other people’s heart, more and more sinking into the abyss.

“kill.”

Chen Fan abandoned the golden shackles and pushed the Yuan Ying to the fullest. In a flash, the nine kinds of gods behind were lit up. Xuanwu, Zhai Peng, Lei Ze, and the ancestors… The nine kinds of laws emerged at the same time. At that moment, Chen Fan actually used the supreme power and simultaneously spurred nine kinds of great supernatural powers. Together, they rushed to the gods.

“Seven meditation water.”

“Big hole surgery.”

“Thunder Prison knife.”

“The avenue of the avenue…”

Nine different supernatural powers correspond to the nine strongest gods that Chen Fan practiced since he was born again. Each one is a super-powerful method of the god-level peak and even into the holy level. At this moment, Chen Fanyi shot, equivalent to nine sacred Yuan Ying Ying at the same time, Wei can be powerful to incredible, especially the final ‘Zhen Wu Shen Quan’, with the real Wu Shenxiang stimulating, shaking the sun and the moon, golden light sharp road, Nothing is unbreakable, nothing is broken! Many people only look directly at the sharp light, and they feel that the soul is going to be opened.

You can step on the gods, and only return a hand.

Sting.

In the midst of a wave, the nine Huangquan Rivers condensed into one, turning into a gun of Huangquan. There are many lines on the gun, and the magic lines of the nine demon gods are painted on the gun, and the Huangquan snake is in the sky. This slap in the face, and even the ‘Yellow Spring’ under the nine secluded looms, with a trace of ancient sky, the power of evil to the extreme.

“Hey.”

Stepping on the gods with this gun, a gun through the nine supernatural powers, but also Chen Fan’s body, all on the spot, volley.

When Chen Fan reshaped the flesh for the eighth time, when he drove Fei Xian, he was impatient. He slashed his sword with a sleeve and his eyes were indifferent:

“Chen Beixuan, you are poor!”

“cut.”

What Chen Fan responded to was only this word. At the same time, he once again spurred Fei Xian’s blow, and he did not hesitate to burn his spirit and spirit, forcibly urging the war of the broken blade to be branded, and to condense it again. Even if its illusion has faded to the extreme, it may disappear at any time, and Chen Fan did not hesitate at all.

“Hey.”

Stepping on the heavens and the king directly under the pressure, the infinite sacred law is grand and magnificent, and the earth is moving, and the mountains and rivers are pressed down. Like a sacred mountain, the body of Chen Fan is directly made into a meatloaf.

“Chen Beixuan, if you only have this trick, or hurry and beg for mercy, this **** is in a good mood, you can let go of your disciple.” Stepping on the heavenly king is above nine days, looking up at Chen Fan, the corner of his mouth ridicule.

“Calling.”

Chen Fan struggled to reshape the flesh.

Although the reincarnation of the reincarnation is a great supernatural power, the Taiqing Qing Emperor once relied on this magical power to revitalize the world and double its lifespan. I can think of how powerful it is. However, the body was destroyed nine times in a row, and it was as difficult as Chen Fan. His hair is now half black and half white, and nearly half of his long hair turns gray, which means that Chen Fanyi’s vast Shouyuan, in this battle, nearly half lost!

“I won’t lose!”

Chen Fan spoke.

A drop of golden fairy blood, a bone, and a difficult gathering of Chen Fan’s Yuan Ying. His voice was awkward, his eyes were full of joy and no sorrow, and he calmly opened his mouth, as if he was in danger, not him.

But in everyone’s mind, only sadness is left.

What does Chen Fan say again, there is no way ahead… The end of myth, he will eventually lose!