"I have been satisfied with the Supreme Sword of the Eight Desolate Immortals for more than a thousand years, and I have never cut out the seventh sword.
Today, it may be seen with its style.”
Fang Chen looked at the group of surging strange beasts, and his aura suddenly changed and continued to rise!
The experience of these thousand years emerged in my mind.
When he was young, he also encountered dangers, forcibly overdrawing his life span and cut out the sword move that he shouldn't have cut out with the low-level cultivation level at that time.
In Fang Chen's opinion, this situation is because he is not prepared and has insufficient strength, so he has to do it.
Later on, he thought carefully every step he took and never put himself in real danger.
Leave room for anything to do.
Therefore, the sword move he slashed later stopped at the sixth sword.
He can never encounter the dilemma of being able to cut out the seventh sword.
Any danger is more peaceful and simple to resolve, so that many people have no idea who they die at the hands of their death even on the day they die.
Today, he may directly choose to be eliminated and leave the Santa Tower.
But this conflicts with his purpose.
He just wants to see what the limit is in the five revolutions of the Mingxu period!
"If you miss this kind of opportunity, you may really miss it."
In an instant, an immortal essence condensed into a long sword in his palm.
Since it was in the Book of Shixian, he knew from the very beginning that the small sword could not be used passively.
Neither she nor Zhou Tian’s lesson belong to this place, nor was she a disciple of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect who had mastered the immortality in the world in the human world.
The Supreme Sword Sutra of the Eight Desolations of Immortals-Seventh Sword!
Fang Chen slashed out with a sword!
At this moment, the immortal energy in his body suddenly came to an end, and his life span was like flowing water, slashing out with the seventh sword.
Dozens of strange beasts fighting alone, and their strength is not inferior to Xie Aman. They seem to feel that they don’t feel the danger, but they still come towards them.
Then, they were cut into pieces by the sword force like a laser sword rain and were wiped out into ashes.
Here comes peace again, with only a straight figure standing between heaven and earth.
Fang Chen knew the result before he set out to shoot.
"The life span is hundreds, but it is acceptable."
Fang Chen laughed at himself.
This proves that with his current strength, he still cannot easily cut out the seventh sword.
Fortunately, the life span of hundreds of years is not too much for a five-turn immortal like him, and there is no sign of aging in appearance.
Another year has passed.
During this year, Fang Chen survived for more than a thousand years.
This year marks his sixteenth year in the Holy Tower.
Seeing dozens of strange beasts with a terrifying aura pounced towards him, Fang Chen sighed softly.
He can no longer test the limit of the five-turn here.
Now, each of these strange beasts can probably fight against him at his heyday.
Unless you use the seventh sword again, you may be able to suppress it with one sword.
But even so, his remaining life span is not enough to support him until next year.
If he wanted to forcefully test the limit of the five-turn, he had to be prepared to die here, and Fang Chen would naturally not do so.
So today is also his last day in the Santa Tower.
"bring it on."
Fang Chen smiled and closed his eyes.
Let the strange beast pounce on him, bite and swallow.
The picture flashed before his eyes, and he was already standing at the gate of the Holy Tower.
Today happens to be the day when the Holy Tower is opened. Many people are waiting for the Holy Tower to open, go in and practice quietly, and break through the barrier.
As soon as Fang Chen appeared, he immediately attracted dozens of attention.
"That's not Ancestor Chen. Ancestor Chen has been in the Holy Tower for sixteen years. I'm afraid he has already made a breakthrough?"
Everyone looked at Fang Chen with a little curiosity, but they didn't know Fang Chen's previous cultivation level, and they couldn't see Fang Chen's cultivation level at this moment, and they didn't know whether to break through.
"Old ancestor, have you come out of seclusion? Have you gained something for this practice?"
The square cauldron flashed a few times in the void and appeared in front of Fang Chen.
"I've gained something. Is there any news about Taichu's real breasts?"
Fang Chen smiled.
Fang Ding dared not go up to investigate Fang Chen's cultivation, so he thought Fang Chen had already broken through, so he smiled and said:
"The people below have already got Taichu's real breasts and are rushing to the Burial Dragon City. I believe they will be able to deliver them within a year or two."
"Is it really done?"
Fang Chen was a little surprised.
He originally wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that the Fang family's methods were so great that he could find him a piece of Taichu's real breast during the Mingxu period?
One or two of Taichu's real breasts are enough for him to be promoted to the Six-turn Sword Immortal.
"It's a coincidence that the Taichu real breast you want can't be found in the Ming Ruins, but some of us are on the Yan clan, so we learned that the slave soldiers and demon clan under the Yan clan have it in our hands.
Taichu's real breasts."
Fang Ding smiled.
When Fang Chen heard this, he sighed in his heart, why did he forget this?
During the Nine Realms period, the human race had not yet migrated, and all those who became immortals were monsters.
The true immortal path is naturally controlled by the demon clan.
Although the Quiudao Sect took a step that could not be turned back and left the Nine Realms, it should have brought a batch of immortal medicines and spiritual materials through the path of true immortals.
This will naturally include Taichu’s real breasts!
“So very good, so very good.”
Fang Chen couldn't help but nodded with a smile.
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Burial Dragon City is more lively than in previous years, and all the magical powers of all parties have arrived one after another just to witness the wonder of Fang Bansao becoming a saint!
It has been two years since Fang Chen left the Holy Tower, and less than two years before the birthday of the Holy Book.
Today, the person who was responsible for transporting Taichu's real breasts had arrived at the Burial Dragon City, but he was not qualified to enter Xiezhi, so Fang Ding called Shang Fangchen and came to Xianlou to prepare to get Taichu's real breasts.
"Old ancestor, don't be surprised when you see the person coming later."
Fang Ding followed Fang Chen and whispered.
"Why are you surprised?"
Fang Chen was a little strange.
After Fang Ding explained in a low voice, Fang Chen gradually realized it and his expression was a bit strange.
In the elegant room, the magical person responsible for transporting Taichu's real breasts showed a vigilance when he saw Fang Ding and the others. It was not until he saw the jade plaque in Fang Ding that he stood up with a respectful expression and bowed:
"The villain has met two adults!"
Fang Chen looked at the person in front of him carefully.
Although the demonic aura on the other party was restrained, Fang Chen, who had dealt with the demon clan many times, could tell at a glance that he was from the demon clan.
His cultivation is still very good, at least he is a Nine-Turning Demon like a square tripod!
Judging from the current situation of the demon clan, a nine-turn demon must be a big figure in the demon clan.
But such a big man became a little spy developed by their Fang family in the Yan clan in the mouth of Fang Ding.
If Fang Ding hadn't explained, Fang Chen would have never expected that during the Mingxu period, the Fang family had gathered a group of demon clans to inquire about the news from the Yan clan.
"Quickly remove Taichu's real breasts."
Fang Ding said lightly.
If he treats a human race nine times, he will definitely be a little polite.
But if the other party is a slave soldier, he is naturally a little cold in his attitude.