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The first thousand one hundred and sixteen chapters give(1/2)

Heaven.

As the ancestor of the formation, Fang Xinglan is naturally unobstructed.

However, when the other party arrived in front of the Heavenly Palace, he was stopped by someone.

To be precise.

It was stopped by a osmanthus tree.

"The Emperor of Heaven is in seclusion. If it is not an emergency, you cannot meet the Emperor of Heaven. I wonder what is the matter with the ancestor of the Formation?"

Mu Yang showed his figure, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly.

Now he.

It is no longer the osmanthus tree that was once in the Yuan Sect.

The spiritual energy in the heaven is rich, and as the guard in front of the Heavenly Palace, when Qin Shujian was in seclusion in the Heavenly Palace, some Taoist rhyme often overflowed.

Mu Yang took advantage of the opportunity to absorb the middle Taoist rhyme to practice.

Time goes by.

His cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds.

now.

Although I haven't broken through to the third level of true immortals, I'm almost the same.

The invisible power of Fang Xinglan was shocked by the invisible power of his body.

Hearing words.

Fang Xinglan calmed down and bowed and said, "It is important for me to meet the Emperor of Heaven. This matter is related to the rise and fall of the human race, so I hope you can report it."

It is related to the rise and fall of the human race.

Mu Yang was slightly shocked.

At this time, he didn't dare to hesitate too much.

Although the human race is one of the races of heaven and earth, it is also a race from Qin Shujian.

If the human race is destroyed.

That Emperor of Heaven might be furious.

so.

After Mu Yang said a word, he hurriedly walked into the Heavenly Palace.

"You are waiting for me here, I'll report it."

Fang Xinglan breathed a sigh of relief and stood there without moving.

quite a while.

Muyang walked out of it.

"The Emperor of Heaven lets you in."

"Thank you."

Fang Xinglan bowed and thanked him, then stepped into the Heavenly Palace.

——

Through the outer hall.

Enter the inner hall.

The vision of the Heavenly Palace suddenly became much wider, making Fang Xinglan feel as if he was in the galaxy.

On the throne, one man sat upright on it.

The invisible aura emanated from his body, like the supreme ruler who suppressed the galaxy. Even a true immortal dared not look at him.

Immediately.

Fang Xinglan bowed and bowed: "My minister Fang Xinglan, I have seen the Emperor of Heaven!"

"The Formation Ancestor comes from the human race, I wonder what's going on?"

Qin Shujian spoke slowly.

He was originally in seclusion to comprehend the real power, but was disturbed.

If it were ordinary people, they would have been furious about this.

but.

Qin Shujian now has a strong control over his emotions, so even if he is a little dissatisfied, it does not affect his emotions.

Didn't notice anything.

Fang Xinglan lowered his head and reported everything truthfully: "You have reported to the Emperor of Heaven. A few days ago, many players attacked various sects of the human race, causing a large number of sects to be destroyed. Among those sects, there were many cultivators at the tenth level of the Heavenly Man.

With the strength of players at this stage, it is impossible to destroy those sects so easily.

So the Holy Land suspects that this may be related to real power, and now I am here for this matter.”

Players attack the human race!

Qin Shujian's eyes moved slightly.

He did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes and was silently calculating something.

a long time.

The closed eyes opened again, but there was a hint of undetectable anger.

"You are right. Players attacking sects is related to real power. Although players cannot use too much real power now, with the gap between reality and falsehood, even a trace of real power, they can still be invincible at the same level.

Unless you have also comprehended the real power, there is no possibility of competing with the players in the same realm."

Qin Shujian's face was indifferent.

Below.

Fang Xinglan's expression changed drastically when he heard this: "If this is true, then the human race will definitely not be able to stop so many players. Please ask the Emperor of Heaven to take action to help our human race recover this great disaster."

Invincible in the same realm.

In other words, there is almost no player in the realm of heaven and man.

What about the true immortal.

Even if a true immortal can withstand players, how many can he block?

You must know.

When you are invincible at the same level, you can completely regard every player in the realm of heaven and man as a strong man at the limit of heaven and man.

Although there are all ants below the real immortals, if there are too many ants, they can still kill people.

There are only so many true immortals in the human race, and there is no possibility of confrontation at all.

Now.

Fang Xinglan could only place his hope on this Emperor of Heaven.

Otherwise, Qianyuan Holy Land would be in trouble.

Qin Shujian stretched out his hand, and a crystal long sword was presented directly to his hands.

"This soldier is at the level of the ancestral soldier. If you hand it over to Zheng Fang, the ancestral soldier can cut through the truth and the illusion. Even players can directly erase it. With this magical soldier, players will be much more afraid of it."

After saying that.

Qianshan blood flew out of his hands and slowly landed in front of Fang Xinglan.

Ancestors!

Looking at the crystal sword in front of him, it was difficult for Fang Xinglan to associate with the rumored ancestor soldiers.

Because in his memory.

The ancestor soldiers should all come from stones.

But the long sword at the moment is not like a stone.

Some suspicion.

But Fang Xinglan didn't think much about it. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hold the hilt of the knife.

Buzz!!

The crystal long sword vibrated, and the extremely sharp sword energy leaked out.

Caught off guard.

Fang Xinglan's palm was scratched by the sword energy, and blood dripped down.

"this--"
To be continued...
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