"Even if he doesn't come to me, I won't let him go one day!"

Fang Yuan stood in the air, evolved into chaos, but he was above it: "But today, you will definitely die!"

Although his seven-star sword formation is completely incomparable to the real scene of chaos opening, even if the one-tenth of the power evolved out of this evolution is more than enough to erase a seven-level virtual saint.

The green chaos flowed by, and everything was completely wiped out. No matter what kind of magical powers and magic weapons Feng Buer released, they were all directly wiped out by the long river.

"Ah! My blessed land!"

Behind Feng Buer, a phantom of a blessed land appeared.

This is the foundation of all the seventh level of virtual saints, and it is the last nest!

"The dream of the seventh level of Void Saint can be turned into reality, which is equivalent to a small portable cave. Once it falls, it will be a large blessed land..."

Fang Yuan felt even more enlightened when he saw this scene.

At this time, Feng Buer also put down all his concerns and took out his last trump card.

In the misty illusion of the blessed land, powerful individuals emerged one by one, and some even reached the level of the sixth level of virtual saint.

"Ah... it's the ancestor god!"

"The Ancestral Saint is fighting with the Demon!"

"Sir... I'll help you!"

...

A figure emerged and rushed out, and was blessed with the power of the blessed land, constantly fighting against the surrounding chaotic green aura.

"Is this...human?"

Fang Yuan was slightly surprised and immediately realized: "Although the seventh level of virtual saint cannot create humans, he can relocate the Linghui race to his real dream and reproduce. Is this the foundation of Fengbu Er? He is alone, he is a family sect!"

The creation power of the seven levels of virtual saints is still incomplete.

If you pursue wisdom, you cannot reproduce, such as the previous Fire Dragon Boy and the Sword-holding Boy.

If you pursue reproduction, you cannot have wisdom and at most create some vicious groups of beasts.

Only a true dream master can both be fully qualified and create a true civilized race.

But the real dream of the seventh level of virtual saint is no different from the blessed land. It can reproduce wild animals and naturally inhabit the population!

Therefore, even if you cannot create, you can still move. Most of the seven great powers put their confidants, clan members, and disciples in their dreams, making it safe.

However, now that the Xu Sheng is in danger, the so-called Wu Yu has become a big joke.

Boom!

The Three Talents Sword Formation seals the sky and locks the earth, and a huge torrent of chaos in the middle is a scroll. Under the seventh level of virtual saint, there are completely ants.

No matter which one rushes out, it is washed by the chaotic energy, and it will immediately turn into the flesh and bones, and finally it will be restored to the most essential particles, and dust returns to dust and soil returns to earth.

"When you go back, guard the formation and overcome the demonic disaster!"

Feng Buer's face changed, and a lot of powers from the realm continued to bless him, resisting the torrent of chaos.

"It's useless... You will only be destroyed here today!"

Fang Yuan descended: "Your main divine thoughts cannot communicate with the saints or escape... Even if you plant the seeds of resurrection, the only one who is resurrected will be resurrected in the end will be a clone, not you! Even with the seventh level of cultivation and this memory, you will be completely lost!"

How could it be a joke to reopen chaos?

Under such a blockade, all messaging is impossible, and even resurrection is subject to certain restrictions!

While speaking, the blue torrent in the void had rushed into the real dream and evolved into a great disaster.

Squirt!

As soon as the Chaos Green Stream rushes, the heaven and earth are directly broken, and the earth fire and Feng Shui evolves, disrupting everything.

The entire world of real dreams and all the creatures in it were immediately restored to the most basic particles under the power of chaos and scattered back to heaven and earth.

"puff!"

The real dream is broken, not only does the sect relatives die, but also represents the consumption of the power of the domain.

On Feng Buer's body, the original power of the Blessed Land Realm suddenly dissipated, his whole body disheveled, and a trace of fear finally emerged in his eyes: "You can't kill me! I have a saint's mark on me. Once I die, the saint will come immediately!"

"I'm still stubborn when I die! Even if the saints come, why should I be afraid of a clone except their deity?"

Fang Yuan's face was calm and he stretched out his hand to caress him.

Boom!

The blue torrent was pressed down directly and brushed violently. The defense around Feng Buer cracked in an instant, and even the flesh and blood on his body disappeared.

"Dare you kill me?"

Feng Buer deeply felt the crisis of life and death, and suddenly pulled open his clothes, showing a long pen mark on his chest: "Welcome the saint!"

Buzz!

A flash of light, and a huge brush that had been crystal clear appeared before the chaotic torrent. The brushstrokes did not move, and with the smell of dreamy flowers, they directly dispersed the torrent and came to Fang Yuan’s true body.

"This is... the pen of a saint! It can kill powerful people!"

When Mu Hezi, who was watching the battle, saw this scene, he felt that every hair on his body stood up, and a violent danger came from his heart, making him know that if he faced this attack, he would be seriously injured even if he was not dead!

"The saint's clone can't save you today!"

Fang Yuan shouted coldly, swung his punch, hitting the tip of the pen.

Boom!

The void shook, and an indescribable force knocked the holy pen backwards.

The huge pen floated in the air and let out a sarcastic cry, and then cracked patterns appeared on the whole, spreading inch by inch, falling into chaos, turning into layers of powder.

"impossible!"

Feng Buer and Mu Hezi were both unbelievable when they saw this scene.

"This is the mark of a saint, representing a saint's blow. How could it be crushed so easily?"

"Die!"

Fang Yuan was too lazy to say more and directly involved Feng Buer in the torrent.

His ability to make such a shocking blow is actually the result of many aspects of the combined effect.

First of all, there is a seven-star sword formation that seals the sky and locks the earth, evolves earth fire and Feng Shui, and isolates everything. Even the saints cannot sense it here and cannot pass on the air to transmit power.

Second, he has profound cultivation and practiced both the Dharma body, and has reached the realm of great power.

At this time, under the background of reopening chaos, Pangu's eagle body evolved, which complemented each other. With a full blow, even the saint's clone had to avoid the edge.

"No!"

"I, Feng Buer, is Elder Yuanchu, and the future saint, how can I die here?"

With the chaotic flow, Feng Buer's body disappeared, leaving only a skeleton. Even so, violent flames still appeared from his eyes, full of resentment and resentment, and finally turned into a plea: "Give me aside! My life span is still long, I don't want to die here... I am willing to surrender to the court and the Yinlong Guard. As long as you spare my life, I still have several treasures. I can tell you the big secret of Yuanchuhui!"

"It's a pity that I don't believe a word of what you said!"

Fang Yuan walked forward, like a giant Pangu who had created the world, was in chaos and pressed his palm on the skull.

It is false to say that this person’s surrender is not moved.

However, his cultivation level was not enough and he could not effectively control a seventh-level powerful person. In order to avoid trouble in the future, he could only kill him at this time and be completely killed.

Bang!

The skeleton shook and immediately turned into bone meal and melted by chaos.

"I...is not willing to give up..."

Even if the Dharma body is destroyed, there is still a huge struggle in the void, rippling back and forth.

The most tenacious thing about the dream master is that his spiritual consciousness is amazing. Even if he does not rely on his body, he can survive independently for a long time. The Yin spirit is immortal and can even possess the body and take over the body.

"Don't make trouble for those who are dead, hum!"

Fang Yuan's face was unmoved at all, controlling the torrent of chaos.

Even the powerful Yin Spirit of the Thousand Tribulations is not a saint after all, and this torrent of chaos is like a nemesis.

As soon as the torrent flowed, a phantom appeared on the ground, suddenly exploded and turned into infinite diamonds. Each one contained a Feng Buer, with a hideous expression, a roar, a curse, or a begging for mercy, and infinite memories evolved. Thousands of magic tricks made Mu Hezi look at it.

However, in the end, everything turned into silence and there was no trace of remnant.

"Owner!"

Four boys from Earth Fire Feng Shui emerged and reported to Fang Yuan, but the other three talented sword formations remained blocking and aimed at Mu Hezi.

"This old guy doesn't look like a good guy, should I practice together?"

The boys seemed eager to try.

"Wait a minute! I am a good person! A great good person!"

Mu Hezi's face turned red, but at the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care about his face and bowed deeply to Fang Yuan: "Old Master Mu Hezi, the Five Commander of the Dragon Guard, thank you for helping you!"
To be continued...